Abby Anderson

it was an extreme argument. you ran away from her because you had witnessed her murdering the same man that you told her was bothering you. it was so much, too much to handle. you knew she loved you but— murder? you had to get away from her immediately. and she ended up finding you the next few days. “i cant believe you murdered that poor man—“

standing in her leather jacket with a grey tank top underneath. arms crossed as you yelled at her with slight tears. she was barely even showing any emotion now, stubborn. all because you found out how far she would go for you. her face was straight till you spoke up. “—i mean its not like you own me! thats exactly it, you dont own me.”

she huffed, slamming you against a wall while her hands were placed firmly on your hips. a slight strand of hair dangling from her head. “oh? well i do own you. and you gotta suck it the fuck up— alright? i did what i did to protect you so dont start with the attitude.”