The Schuyler Scandal || Modern Meggy

Chapter 15 (Edited)

⚠️ Trigger Warning ⚠️ : Homophobic slurs and (slight) violence

Maria POV (shit about to go down)

"Now boarding the seven o'clock flight to Los Angeles, California," said the women running the airport intercom. Not wanting to miss my flight, I got up quickly and sprinted to my plane. Once I was seated, I gazed out the window. Before I could do any real relaxing, though, my phone started vibrating again. I hit "ignore call" before sighing.

97 missed calls from aNDPEGAY

48 missed calls from PurestOneOfAll

51 missed calls from SmolScrappy&Hungry

43 missed calls from GodBlessTurtles

36 missed calls from LargeBaguette

32 missed calls from hOrSeS

I can't answer their calls. They wouldn't understand why I'm doing this. This isn't just something I'm choosing to do. I have to do it. Not just for myself, but for all of my friends. For Peggy. My thoughts were interrupted when a flight attendant offered me a bag of pretzels.

"Oh, no thank you," I said quietly. She nodded her head back in response before offering a bag to the passenger in front of me. I pull my phone out once it vibrates again, deciding that it's probably best to put it on airplane mode. Although, this time, my phone vibrated because I had a text from my long time friend Samuel Seabury.

ForShAmE: Do you have time to talk now? What's going on?

RedIsMyAesthetic: I guess. How much do you want to know?

ForShAmE: Everything???

RedIsMyAesthetic: Long story short, James came to New York a few months ago and tried to kill my girlfriend. We didn't figure out that he was guilty until about two hours ago. Now I'm on a plane to LA to kill the bitch.

ForShAmE: Holy heck. Do you need any help?

RedIsMyAesthetic: Actually, yes. Could you please record the whole confrontation? I need evidence for the police.

ForShAmE: Of course.

RedIsMyAesthetic: Thanks Sammy. I'll text you where to meet up when my flight lands.

ForShAmE: 👍

I put my phone away before laying back in my seat. This wasn't going to end well.

For James, that is.

~•~

"Mar!" Sammy squealed once I walked into Starbucks. I smiled and hugged the red head.

"Hey Sammy!" I greeted cheerfully. "How are you and Lee doing?" I added. Samuel blushed and looked down at the ground. "I'll take that as a 'things are going great' reaction," I said warmly.

"Anyway, what's the plan?" Sammy asked, quickly trying to direct the discussion away from him and his boyfriend.

"I don't really have one," I replied honestly.

"So you're just gonna wing it?" Samuel questioned skeptically. "That sounds like something your friend Alexander would do." I laughed at his little comment about Alex.

"I suppose you're right. But I know what I need to to say. I'll be fine," I exclaimed.

"As long as you know what you're doing," Sammy said, throwing his hands in the air. I laughed again before glancing outside. The sun was setting already.

"Oh no. I lost track of time. We gotta go! I promised myself I'd get home by tomorrow, so we have to do this now!" I explained before dragging Sammy out of the coffee shop. I accidentally knocked his cup out of his hand in the process.

"Dang it! I wanted to finish that," he pouted.

~•~

"This is it. Good luck," Sammy said before wandering off to find a good window to record through. We had just arrived at James's house. I took a deep breath before knocking on the door. The man I despised answered almost immediately. A crooked smile appeared on his face as soon as he saw me.

"Look who decided to come crawling back. Hey baby," he slurred. Clearly, he was drunk. Nothing new. Suddenly, he grabbed my arm and started forcefully kissing me. I pushed him off me and punched him square in the face.

"Bitch," I growled. He waved his finger in the air like an angry mother before speaking again.

"Tut. Bad children must be punished." He then grabbed my hips and pulled me against him. Pissed, I kicked him right between his legs. He doubled over and let go of me.

"Don't you ever touch me again," I hissed.

"What's wrong baby? I was just having a little fun," he laughed manically.

"I think your definition and my definition of fun are two different things," I barked.

"What's your definition of fun, Maria? Is it kissing that fag friend of yours? She's corrupted you. You used to be normal. Now you're just a gay piece of shit," James said. I inhaled sharply before punching him in the face again.

"You can say or do anything to me, but don't you dare say anything like that about Peggy or anyone ever again," I replied in a dark tone. This just caused him to laugh.

"I can say anything I want about her! I killed her! I've already won!" he exclaimed. This time, it was my turn to laugh.

"You think you've won? The game is far from over," I said.

"What?" he asked angrily. I got right in his face with my smug smile before answering.

"She's still alive, James. You failed." The look on his face was priceless. Before I could even flinch, he grabbed me and threw me out the window. I wish it would have been open. That would have hurt way less. The last thing I remember before blacking out was the sound of sirens in the distance.

A/N

YOOOOOO

That was one of the hardest things I've ever had to write

James is truly an awful person

Anyway

Love y'all 💙