⚠Warning: Mentions of slight relapse, ️a slight mention of violation (metaphorically), and also of past suicide attempts If affected in any way, please read with caution. ⚠️
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*Mallory*
"I have to ask you again, Mallory..." the lawyer said as I stood by the kitchen window, Nikki resting against the counter. "Are you sure you want to continue with these charges??"
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"And I am answering again," I said, blowing smoke out the window before slamming the cigarette down on the nearby ashtray. "Do your fucking worst!! I want her buried for what she did to me, to Razzle's family, to everyone hurt by this!!!! Get a restraining order, drain her of whatever money she has, lock her up, hire a fucking hit if you have to, I don't fucking care!! Just get fucking rid of her!!!!"
"Baby, baby, please, calm down," Nikki said, walking over and holding me. "Don't say stuff like that.... I know this is difficult, but Dina's just doing her job."
I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose as he kissed my head. "I-I'm sorry... This is... This is just too much...."
He pulled me into a hug, letting me rest my head on his chest. "I know...."
Nikki and Mick looked into it and confirmed that a Louise Garner made the call in exchange for some money.
Garner was my mother's maiden name before she became Bennett, and Louise is my mother's middle name. It was a dead giveaway.
It made sense. Alexis said my father's company was running that Ponzi scheme that went down, the whole shit was going bankrupt, and he left no money for my mother.
Probably figured that exposing my own dirt would win her a lottery or something. Considering she's unfortunately still my blood, it probably wasn't hard to obtain them, but still stole them since she was desperate.
Once it was confirmed, I asked for a lawyer to do whatever can be done, lock her up if it was possible, and Nikki immediately called the band lawyer.
Apparently in family disputes like mine, lawyers must triple check that the person pressing charges wants to proceed.
On top of all that's going on, I fell back on cigarettes. Thankfully yet somehow, I'm still clean from drugs and alcohol, though I have been getting little urges.... I don't even know where I'm getting the strength to avoid a drink.
"Hey... Look at me, look at me," he said, turning me to face him before gently holding my face in his hands. "I know you are upset, and angry as hell, and you have every damn right to be, but you also haven't eaten in days, you're practically running on fumes, and you're also dehydrated I'm betting."
I sighed, holding my throat a little since he was right and sighed.
"Let me get you some some water and something to eat" he said. "I can take care of this and make sure this bitch pays for exposing you like this."
