The Right Thing To Do (Markiplier's Priority Sequel)

5

I sat in the office, slumped down in the chair with my baby bump sticking out.

I angrily crossed my arms over my chest like a little child, waiting for someone I bitterly despise. I couldn't despise someone so much, but have to bow down to his favour. Mr. Everrett, if he could be anything, he'd be a rat. Especially for the blackmail used against me for his selfish desires, he'd fit the profile. I waited a few minutes in anger at the fact I had been tattled on like I'm some kind of kid. Mr. Everett walked into the room with the sliding doors opening upon his entrance. He walked in with a glass of liquor, as always, and sat down at his disk. He sat, sucked in a deep breath before it coming out as a sigh.

"What am I going to do with you Arie?"

"Maybe let me live a normal life?" I questioned him sarcastically in a super bitchy tone.

"Why are you always causing trouble?"

"First off I am not causing trouble and second off, stop having your sons boys watching over me like I'm some fucking outlaw." I angrily snapped at him.

"That's how this world works." Mr. Everett responded to me with a shrug like it wasn't the least bit odd.

"No, this applies to me, cause you're son seems to treat me like a pet." I angrily spoke back to Mr Everret with the biggest amount of bitch sass. My eyes sat wide with my eyebrows raised and unamused display of my face.

He chuckled softly at the way I've been acting to him.

"Ms. locksworth, may I remind you why you're here."

"You accepted us." I answered to him.

"Yes... But I spoke to you shortly after."

"I don't even know why I actually agreed with this, I shouldn't be marrying him, I should be marrying the person I love." I grouched back at him.

"You are marrying my son." He sounded out as if there was nothing else to discuss.

"I shouldn't be."

"And we have made that clear." He spoke over me with a more stern voice; a voice that would scare many, but not me.

"Why me? Huh? Why am I here? Why couldn't he go marry one of the other girls here?"

Mr. Everrett took in a deep breath with his finger tips pinching at the bridge of his nose. His patience was running dry, but that was the point.

"Cause somehow he liked you best."

"We don't even talk like normal human beings. Your son is the most socially awkward stuck up brats there is." I spat out.

"May I remind you, that you are in a reserve of high technology of VERY fortunate living." Mr. Everett reminded me in a growl as if I was getting carried away with my luck, which is utter bullshit.

"You are also four months pregnant."

"What's your point?" I snapped at him angrily in question.

"My point is that you could easily be outside these walls walking among the dead who would be more than happy to eat you and your baby alive."

My mind instantly flashed back to day one when I met the boys: when I met Mark and Aaron. The rotting body still fills my nose, and the horrible sight of the poor baby, who never got to live a life it deserved.

"I can very well take care of myself in or out of these walls, and I have proven it." I bitterly told him.

"Yes. Well, your friends don't look as capable as you to survive out there."

"This is complete bullshit. Making me marry your son. It's the most empty relationship ever and not to mention it's going to be my child, not his. MINE."

"I don't see the connection that you're trying to point out."

"Bullshit," I hissed at him angrily before I chewed away at my nails, like I usually did when I was pissed off.

"My baby will grow confused with the world."

"Well learn to teach him correctly."

"How ironic for you to say that." I bitchily commented with a soft snort of laughter.

"What is that supposed to mean Ms. Locksworth?" He questioned me daringly.

"I find it so amusing you expect me to handle everything and be the perfect fit for you when you couldn't even do that with your own son." I shot at him.

"There is a reason my son is being put under your responsibility and not mine."

"Well I plan to make your son mad to the point he comes running back to you, and I'll make you regret throwing me around like I'm a piece of meat." I growled back at him. "And I am not some dumping ground because you're too pathetic to take care of your son."

"I'm sure your friend will be proud of such actions after they get thrown out."

"Unless I'm dead that's the last thing you'll be able to do."

"Isn't it cute how comfortable you've become here. Thinking you've got a say in all this," he hissed at me

"Don't act like you're not terrified of me, Everett. We both know I am capable of doing things that'll be beyond your control. Just because you're trying to tame me now, doesn't mean it'll work later." I responded to him as I stood up from my seat and starred him straight in the eyes. "If you keep me happy you won't worry about me coming after you. Once you try to take advantage of me, then I'll make sure to bite, and I'll bite hard."

"You've got ideas but no time, Ms Locksworth, I suggest you stop thinking you're as great as you want to believe."

"It's alright, someone must always lead the blind." I coldly shot back at him, before I opened the door to leave the office.

"And if I'm going to be the least bit legally related to you, the least you could actually do was calling me by my proper name." I coldly responded to him.

"I haven't been a Locksworth in years."

"Ah yes... Cause you were stuck with some lovely... step parents."

"Fuck off," I grouched angrily as I snapped round to face him with my left hand pressed into a tight fist. After seeing his deep and unhesitant stare I then turned round again while pulling at my hair. He knows everything. I bit down on the knuckle of my index finger while I started out at the window with tears filling my eyes with raged frustration.

"How do you know all this?"

"I know everything, Ms. Locksworth."

"I told you to stop calling me that!!" I snapped at him. I turned round to face him and saw him sitting back in his chair leisurely.

"I suggest you stop trying to be the boss if you want things to be in your favour."

"How do you know that?" I questioned him once more with emotional rage.

"Mr. Everett, the meeting begins in 5 minutes." A soft voice called, his assistant with her head suddenly in the door. She suddenly felt hesitant when we made eye contact. She saw my angered and tear-filled expression.

"Now would you look at that? I guess it's your queue to leave."

He downed the rest of his glass and then stood up with his eyes piercing me. He fed me a demeaning smirk before turning and heading out the door past his assistant.

"I see all, Ms. Locksworth."