can't talk to a psycho

I Fucked Up // Annix + Benji

  Felix narrowed his eyes as she opened the door, although he wasn’t trying to look menacing. He could sense it there, lingering in the air with a thick scent. Fear. Any other time, perhaps, he would have appreciated it. Enjoyed it. Basked in it and hell, even milked it a little bit, but he wouldn’t. Not this time. Not when he was trying so fucking hard to fix what he had fucked up. Why was he trying to fix what he fucked up? He didn’t fucking owe these pricks anything. He didn’t owe anyone anyth—he shook his head harshly and looked past her into the room, where his supposed ‘brother’ was sitting on the couch. He watched him narrow his eyes at him before nod and took a step forward. He ignored the man on the couch, though, as he moved to shut the door behind himself. He squared his shoulders and looked her in the eye. “I fucked up,” he ground out through his teeth, and it wasn’t easy for him to say. He shifted his gaze to the ground, attempting to look as inferior as possible even though his blood was boiling to do something, to reach out and strangle her and tell her it was all her fault. “I need help,” he managed. “I ain’t right in the head and I kin see that,” he managed, although it was extremely tight. He ignored the Italian’s snort from the couch.

Annie kept the distance between them, her frame moving a little out of his way every time as if there was some sort of stick that kept the space consistent and it was merely pushing her away the closer he moved. Resting herself against one of the walls, arms folded across her chest an an eyebrow quirked - some sort of attempt to act like she cared less about him being there - Annie listened. Why the fuck she did she listen? She had no idea, in fact part of her was telling her she should have slammed the damn door in his face. But she listened none the less, her teeth chewing at the inside of her cheek as her attentive gaze lingered on him; only breaking to glance over to the couch and make sure Benji was still there. "And? You aren't going to find help here, sorry." The words left her mouth hesitantly, stalling a little before the apology at the end before she waited a moment and spoke again. "I can't help you with that...it'll kill me."

Annie glanced up as she heard the knock ring out through the apartment, nudging her dog off of her lap and watching the small white creature shift begrudgingly before curling up against the man beside her instead. "I'll get it." She mumbled, getting to her feet and making her way towards the door with a slightly quizzical expression - not once expecting the man who stood opposite. For a moment, as her hand reached for the handle, there was a point where she felt safe enough to not even consider the possibility of him being there - but as she tugged the door open and her eyes widened a fraction, the sensation faded and she felt her gut tighten and drop. "Oh..." Annie felt the single syllable word slip from her lips as she stepped back a little, partly to allow Benji to see who it was and partly to put more distance between herself and Felix in that moment. A side glance back to the man on the couch allowed her to look back to Felix and with a swallow she stepped back a bit more from the doorway. "D'you...want to come in or...something?"

Do I look like the marrying type to you?

Do I look like the marrying type to you?

Do I look like the marrying type to you?

Do I look like the marrying type to you?

Do I look like the marrying type to you?