𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞.
supernatural universe.
☆ | P O W E R ⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆
──── after years of abuse and torture,
she finds herself to be more powerful
than her abuser
❝ 𝘐 𝘞𝘐𝘓𝘓 𝘕𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙 𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘗𝘖𝘞𝘌𝘙
𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘈𝘙𝘌 �...
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𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟐𝐭𝐡, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟕 ―୨୧⋆ ˚ MARLEY'S POV
𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐂'𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄, 𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐔𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐄, 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐄, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄. In my defence, I cried because of being sick, not because of anything else. Sam is holding my hair back, keeping a hand on my back, and offering me several glasses of water── not to throw in my face. He's being considerate unlike the other brother in my life.
Dean is pacing up and down the length of the bathroom, stressed out, and I don't know why he is. It's not like he nearly got murdered by a bunch of psycho demons. "I can't believe you, Marley. I told you to come with us. I told you to get out of there."
"I tried to get out," I claim, my head hitting the toilet bowl. "I tried."
"Not hard enough!"
"Dean──"
"No, that's it. You're not leaving our side, not ever." I groan in disdain, now wishing I could throw water in his face like he did mine. "I don't know why I even let you go off on your own."
"I needed a break," I mumble into my arm, still feeling as if I could throw up at any given moment. "I just... I just needed a break."
Sam rubs a hand against my back. "That's fine, Mar. Right, Dean?" He glares over his shoulder at Dean who has never looked so annoyed at me.
"I can't believe you'd get drunk."
I scoff, finding him to be a little hypocritical. Dean is the biggest supporter of getting drunk, especially on the job. He has no right to say crap to me about this, not when he clearly doesn't understand what happened. "Dean, they put something in her drinks── look at her," Sam defends.
"She shouldn't have been drinking in the first place!" he yells, slapping a hand against the wall. Anymore yelling, and I think I might hurl over and die. "You could've died, Marley, don't you realise that?"
