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“come here, let me see.” motioning for her first mate to come closer, she reached for his hook at the first chance. “what happened?”

Addison held the phone to her ear swallowing tightly as she played with the cord with her other hand. She could count the months, the number of days it’d been since she’d last seen her. A steady breath escaped her while looking down, the smart thing would to be hanging up right now, telling her to leave her alone, that she was poison personified. She’d gotten out of Westerburg, it’d been a long arduous process involving fights between her parents and Chad. Screaming, threats of lawyers, of ruining reputations. But he’d been right her High School had been too dangerous with four suicides one more horrific than the last. This was good for her, this was the right choice. Shoved into a tiny two bedroom apartment, all he could afford and a part time job herself after-school to help, a stark change from years of pampered upbringing. But she’d stopped dyeing her hair, she’d stopped wearing what she was told to, she’d stopped feeling like her worst self all the time. She’d ripped Duke out from under her skin, she’d worked on reminding herself who she was before she’d met her. Before she let herself get swept up in the majesty of the Heathers, of her feelings for her. She’d only just started trying to make amends. “You can’t just call me. I ended it, I got rid of you.” Addison had nearly choked on the words when all she wanted to do was buckle under the weight of her voice. It’d be so much easier to put on an excited voice, to ask to meet, to fall back into the pattern of great days followed by stiff arguments and tears.

@devlshh​‘s harry said:  “to be honest, it was tough, man. T- U-P-H.”

     ❛ Scared? ❜ Cocky smirk drew across his lips. Calling a name? He doubted that they were tucked away in the Terrible Trios hideaway and as far as the trick-or-treater knew they were alone. No one knew they were there and apart from his duo no one knew where it was... at least he thought. It was seconds after his comment but his hand darted down to the slingshot on his belt - earlier he dismissed it as the creaking of the roof but that slow - old creak had sounded again. Footsteps. ❛ Expecting anyone? ❜ He questioned backing over towards her, drawing his slingshot up. As much as he loved a bit of chaos he didn’t like the unknown, it was the Isle it could be anyone coming and considering some of his enemies he wouldn’t like to take a guess at who. 

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         "Of course not." Rita couldn't help but scoff, though everything in her resembled a bow; drawn tight and ready to launch. When she heard the sound again, her head shot back, eyes intent as she slid a metal shiv from between the couch cushions. " nobody should know I'm here. " 

          Already a weight had dropped into her stomach, and she rounded her thumb over her small blade. Sykes boys had been sniffing around her again, but would they dare come this far? Maybe, if her Pops had messed up again.