will contain "mature" language
mentions of depression, SA
Mostly follows the show
All rights go to NBC Good Girls, I only own my character and her story.
"THERE'S A WAR IN ME." ____________________________________________________
Alivia leaned her head against the front door and sighed, frustrated with the situation she found herself in. She had no one to blame but herself. She knew what she had gotten herself in to when agreeing to meet with him and now here she was, forced to face the consequences of her own actions.
He was sat on the sofa, head leaned back, eyes closed, and jaw tight. A sigh escaped his lips as he tossed his phone to the side.
She closed the distance between them, taking a seat next to him and resting her head in her hand, elbow propped on the sofa.
Her fingers traced the side of his face lightly, then down his neck before stopping at his chest. "You okay?"
He let out a tired laugh. "Always something going on."
A low hum escaped her before she sighed. "I'm afraid I'm gonna have to add to it."
His eyes fluttered open and he turned to look at her. She smiled, "I found out who the rotten egg is."
"Yeah?" He placed a piece of her hair behind her ear. She nodded lightly, taking out a small note from her jeans pocket and handing it to him.
He looks at the note for a moment then back up at her. "I gotta meet the boys."
"Now?" She whispers.
"In a bit."
"Mh, I can work with that." She grins, sitting up straight.
He hums in confusion, brows furrowing for a moment. A smirk slowly appears as she pulls her hair back. "Hold my hair."
"Anything you want mama."
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I can't fucking believe I managed to get something out, no matter how small 😩
