( @horrcrphile )
from one prison to another, zara felt a heavy weight on her shoulders being back in austin. she had no prospect, she was stuck working a graveyard shift at one of the various gas stations this city had to offer and was currently living in one of the shittiest apartments with an old contact of hers. it fucking blows. they were done dwelling on it though, knowing that sooner or later she’ll be driven up the walls going insane with how mundane her life has and will become, itching for something more but fhaving ucked all her chances with this new record tied around her ankles. still, zara will make the most of it, one thing she’s good at is getting her way and it’s been a good damn while before she cracked her knuckles and did what she did best. the first thing on her checklist: getting something incredibly personal back from her notorious ex-boyfriend; jett.
standing in front of his tattoo parlor and cocking her head to the side as she took in the sight she realized that this is a very important moment, facing the person she blames for being caught and wasting her time on and overall feeling -- nothing. her chest was empty for him, whatever delusional care she had for him had vanished that night they got into the second worst fight zara’s been in. this emptiness is enough for her to push the door open, the little bells alerting that someone has come in. “honey,” she drawled in a sickly sweet voice, making her presence known by taking up the entire room she’s frequent so often before, “i’m home!”
