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A cold and harsh demeanor that only expressed a fraction of the anger he truly felt was given. No one laid their hands on her and got away with it. No, if this asshole’s grubby fingers weren’t removed from her in the next three seconds--- he’d fucking kill him; hell, he’d kill the lot of them if he had to. Sure it would move his time table up a lot more than he’d like but with Bella in her condition... Shit, this couldn’t be good for that, right? Fuck, ---they were going to be parents, but how---? They were only kids themselves. Malek barely knew how to be a proper boyfriend, never mind a parental figure. Though the look on her face when she’d told him, well, it more than enough to tell him he wasn’t alone in his panic. You know what, no, fuck them, they had enough shit to worry about without these morons trying to stand in their way. He might not know anything about being a good father, but he knew he sure as hell wasn’t going to let anyone take them from him. Last chance, asshole. 

He feels the sting of his drink going out his nose in tandem with the pangs of his heart racing. Now the question was, was he more embarrassed to hear the word or because he was often saying it to others?

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“Would it be rude to just cancel going, Matteo?”

“I’m afraid it would be, my lady.”

“Hm. Alright, zip me up then.”

With her dress done up securely, Marceline released her hair and sent the long black curls cascading down around her deceptively soft face and ‘laxed shoulders. She tucked some in front of her ear, slipping against her breasts and draped the rest down her back. It almost made her shudder, her back exposed in the dress that hugged her body tightly with velvet red. Almost. If only she weren’t all too used to having her skin out in the open. Swept bangs sat to the side on her face, framing her long lashes and deep chocolate eyes and her lips were plump with cherry red lipstick to match her clothes. And while the diamonds that glimmered around her neck, wrists and from her ears were impressive, they always paled in comparison to her curves and incredible long legs. The woman had a body that left men’s mouths watering and women either in love or hateful beyond words.

Marceline didn’t care which.

She had known the way people looked at her since she was fourteen. A girl in the beginnings of puberty, with a body she only knew vaguely. Yet, she watched her father’s men look at her legs, even when her skirts dipped by her knee. The way her cheer uniform pressed against her skin was sullied by the boys in school licking their lips while they looked to her growing breasts underneath the cotton. She knew what dirty things the boys whispered to each other. Knew that the grown men who hugged her for too long when first meeting them alongside her father were wanting to do. She fucking hated it.

She’d never felt shame in her body, however. She knew the boys and their desires, but could always remind herself that she was a wolf and could not concern herself with the opinions of the sheep. Even when she lost that desperate grip on control, she’d bite her lip til it bled and shut her eyes so she wouldn’t have to see His greedy expression. So she could still look at herself in a mirror without self loathing.

“Marceline?”

She blinked, and the bedroom she’d laid in through her teen years faded from her mind’s eye and she found herself no longer lost in recollection. “Yes?”

“The car is outside waiting.. If you’re ready.”

She looked herself over once and nodded, letting Matteo slip her coat over her shoulders. She would only get it off in the car, but she afforded the worrisome older man the concern he always had for her. It made her laugh to think about, considering their age differed no more than six years yet it seemed they were of entirely different generations- decades or eras even.

The ride was quiet, despite the radio being on in the front, she zoned out not moments after settling into her seat.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to go and party, especially when it was being thrown by a top business associate. No, she enjoyed drinking and meeting pretty girls and the rare boy. She was simply tired out.

The fighting with her father was wearing on her and the surprise visits from her mother were drawing out her very thin patience. She’d wanted to go home and sleep after (yet again) arguing with her father on recent changes made to the family business. However, she was reminded when returning that she’d already previously agreed to attend the little get together.

The music damn well deafened her when she abandoned her coat and car. It rivalled the volume that she often heard in her own club. Or maybe her hearing was going..

After brief pleasantries and a dance along to a song or two to appease pretty boys who were stupid enough to think they had a shot, she found her saving grace across the room.

Open bars were beginning to become a necessity whenever she left home. Perhaps the only thing she’d gotten from her father was her love of liquor. Sometimes she feared she’d come to rely on it much like he did- but her determination to spite the man in every possible way helped to levy some of that fear.

Letting her dress slide open along the slit to expose her thigh as she sat, Marceline pulled her hair fully back behind her shoulders and out of her way as she beckoned the bartender.

Understandably so, there were quite a few people to her left, but considering her position near the far end of the bar, there was only one person to her right; he was a small boy who seemed to spend his entire life trying to become even smaller. Frankly, if his dad wasn’t who was throwing the party, she would never in a million years believe she would see him at a party, let alone one of this magnitude.

It took her a few moments more than she’d like to admit to recall his name, but the bartender appeared and saved her and with her drink in hand, she crossed one leg over the other and put her back to the other conversations.

“Issak, right? It’s nice to see you here, love.”

He had been gone for a mere minute, at most, going to refill his drink before chowing down on his freshly fried potato sticks. Unfortunately, as he turned around, he found more than half of them gone. Such travesty! Who would do such a thing? ‘---Oh... apparently he would.’ The boy was lucky he was cute, otherwise he’d have a fight on his hands, possibly to the death considering how hungry he was. 

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Incredible. Impressive. Vaguely unsettling.

Alice had been in the cafeteria for almost an hour now trying to finish her small plate of sticky rice and chicken and she had watched a girl of equal or lesser size go up for seconds and then thirds. 

She had to wonder how it was possible that the little blonde was pretty much eating her weight in food without tossing some back up onto the floor. She struggled to get her body to accept one or two small meals a day; though that was for a myriad of reasons, mostly horrible decisions on her part. That and a tall problem named Tanner. 

She roused herself from her train of thought and looked back down at her plate with a sigh. Conceding to defeat at the hands of the chefs in the back, she stood and gathered her bag from by her chair. She’d have liked to finish-

A cold chill slithered down her neck and her eyes returned to the girl a couple tables away. She looked as if Alice had just kicked a baby duck, a crime of the century. 

Slowly, she weaved around the chair, heart hammering thunderously in her ears and throat. 

She set the plat down and then placed her palms flat onto the table.

This was going to be weird. And very awkward. Why was she doing this again? A desperation for human contact in a non violent manner? Maybe she was as fucked up as she had been told. Normal people didn’t do this, did they?