MARLEY // Max Mayfield

Act 3 Epilogue

The room was ruined, the couch and chairs laid on their sides, the windows were boarded and the floor below the hole in the roof was damp from rainfall. A faint black stain had imprinted itself onto the cabins wooden floor. Shotgun shells littered the carpet and a bloodied axe lay underneath a pile of the roof, the other half of the pipe that Marley had thrown that day stood against the wall abandoned by Mike in their attempt to escape.

Walking around, the crunch of the glass under her shoe made her feel a sense of unease, she usually found comfort in sounds like that, but ever since the mall, anything crunchy made her tense, made her wonder back to the day they lost Billy. Lost Hopper.

The girl moved over to the toppled over couch and propped it upright, brushing away the glass that had stuck to it and sitting down. She looked down at her hand, a small trail of blood falling from where she had nicked her skin in an attempt to get rid of the broken window pieces. It was gone in a second, her skin sowing itself together again leaving not even a blemish behind. 

"Goddamnit Hopper..." she muttered, looking over to man's bedroom door, "You promise you'd come back."

"Thought I would find you here."

A sigh escaped her, "Didn't think you were the trenchcoat stalking little kids type. Apparently, I was wrong."

"You're funny Miss Harrington," The man spoke.

"So I've been told," she stood up and stretched, looking over at the intruder of her place of sanctuary, "What is it you want exactly? I suppose you want something in return for getting my parents off of my back?"

"Not at all. That was a favour."

"Nothing in this world is free."

"Don't you think that maybe you've already paid enough?"

"Yeah, if only that were true. A really sweet sentiment. Cut the bullshit, Dr Owens. What do you want from me?"

"Fine..." he sighed, running his hands through his hair, "Come with me and I'll tell you."