[sheisraging]

…This is devastating. 

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[marshcll]

ego-maniac:

did she really just say that to him? elias has no patience for this. not today. “are you sure about that?” he KNOWS that isla is not someone to have connections and frankly he is not either. friends is just a term elias’ uses to taunt people anyway. he wouldn’t know the meaning of the word even if it bit him in the ass. still, he has considered the woman standing in front of him as being the closest thing to a friend he has. her WORDS would have been hurtful if he had any feelings to spare. “fine - if you’re not my friend then you’re nothing.” he adds, walking past her and picking up the shovel. “i don’t take orders from you, marshall.” his voice isn’t exactly harsh, but surprisingly CASUAL. still, he means what he says. he’s not one of those people she has wrapped around her finger. “if you start walking now you’ll might make it by morning.” as he talks he starts to throw dirt back in the hole to cover the body they he had just buried. 

all she does is smirk. she dramatically clutches her heart, some semblance of a cry escaping her lips. “ oh, so i’m NOTHING now ?? and we’re resulting to referring to one another by last names ?? you’re breaking my heart, dahl. “ maybe sometimes they can a little too angry and banter back and forth ( the anger mostly on her part ) but, she bounced back pretty quick most of the time. she doesn’t move from her spot by his car. “ i‘m not walking home---- so, i guess i’m staying. LUCKY YOU. “

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[marshcll]

jettlawson:

he watches her while she patches him up and he swears he sees guilt on her face. hell, she even apologises and it almost floors him. his eyes move over her face and he takes in everything, wishing he could convince himself that her guilt wasn’t only aimed at him. it would make forgiving her so much easier if he was the only one she had to feel guilty about. but no matter how much she apologises or how guilty she looks, he can’t forget that emma and rebecca were the real victims in all this. and he doubts isla feels as guilty about them as she does about him. shaking his head, jett looks down and stays silent as she fixes him up. he does everything he can to avoid looking at her, knowing that if he looks at her any longer he’ll crumble and hold onto her and assure her that everything is okay. he never could stand to see her upset. a quiet thanks passes his lips when she’s done and he’s laying there with a blanket over him and a dog curled up in his bed by jett’s side. this is weird. is he staying here? should he leave? he doesn’t have a fucking clue. instead, he focuses on petting dagger and after a moment, he makes the mistake of looking up at isla’s face and reminding himself of the emotion there. “i killed him,” jett blurts out, voice small and quiet like he’s doing everything in his power to hide emotion of his own. “the guy that did it. i found him.” he isn’t sure why he’s saying all of this but something about isla’s reaction makes him want to talk about things. “didn’t make me feel any better. so i thought that if i found you and killed you, that would be it. that it would somehow… make up for them being gone.” there’s a long pause and jett does everything he can to keep his gaze on dagger and away from isla. “can’t do it. i should, but…i can’t.”

“ i’m glad you did. “ is the only way she can respond. but---he keeps talking. he keeps going and each word just makes her come undone even more. she agrees with him. he should do it. it’s what she would have done. an eye for an eye. but, jett was always the bigger person even when they dated. she wants to question it. she wants to know why he can’t do it. but, she’s just AFRAID of that answer. isla doesn’t want to hear it. the only reason she’s even looking at him right now is because he isn’t looking at her. it was evident that jett brings out a different side of her. however isla didn’t think it was going to be this. so much emotions and words each hurting more than the last. it makes her feel like she’s shrinking down to her old self. and let’s just say she’s not welcoming it with open arms. “ i know it doesn’t do anything and i can’t change anything now. but, if i could take it back... “ she can’t even fight herself from saying what she is. all control flies out of the window. “ i would. “ she sees what it’s done to him. how it changed him. all the pain she caused. she doesn’t want to be like her father. and right now that’s all she’s seeing. she doesn’t want forgiveness. she knows she can never get that. what she did was on another level. but if she had to lose him again... the idea of what she would turn into again, that’s what terrifies her. isla turns her back to him, taking a step towards the stairs up to her room. there’s tears running down her cheeks and she sure as hell doesn’t want him to see. though something stops her and she turns her head back around. “ i just...loved you too much. and i don’t have a good way of showing it. i never did. “ maybe if she did she would have never lost him in the first place.

[marshcll]

killixgs:

          she’s hitting all his nerves, but his impulses aren’t taking over. feels like he’s back in school, anger vibrating through him, but not idea how to show it. “well obviously you’re one of the discarded ones, the defective one.” he decides to try and hurt her with words rather fists.

her facial expression doesn’t falter in the slightest as he’s talking. it’s all things she’s heard since she could remember. from her own family nonetheless. so all she responds is, “ tell me something i don’t know, pastor. “

[marshcll]

elliespiers:

“Ugh.” She hung up the phone with her mother and took out her headphones, rolling her eyes at the exchange that had taken place. Obviously her mother didn’t understand what she was doing all the way out here and not at home and Ellie couldn’t tell anyone and she felt stuck. “Guess I’ll deal with that some other time.” She muttered, walking back through to the front of the bar. “Sorry for the wait, what can I get you?”

on any other occasion isla would have been SCREAMING by now at the fact that she was left waiting for longer than a minute. but, all that’s on her mind if drowning in alcohol. “ whiskey---the entire bottle. “

[marshcll]

ego-maniac:

he can see it. her face twisting into a SNARL. anger crawling up her spine and exploding in her eyes. he rarely gets this irate with people but isla holds that special place in his cold HEART. specially in situations like this when he ends up cleaning after her. ok, so this was their mess but still. “a medal would be nice. pathetic? seriously? i happen to be awesome so get your facts checked. i think all that blood lust in FUCKING up with your head.” he snorts, acting like her words were inconsequential. he watched her as she pulls the body out of the car and drags him towards the grave. heels and all. she looks ridiculous. “im sorry you are such an emotional wreck and so easy to aggravate. maybe you should work on that, huh?” he places his foot over the body and kicks it in. “because - and im telling you this as YOUR friend - its not a good look for you.”

" you’re not my friend. “ she quickly fires back. there’s some truth to her statement, isla doesn’t consider herself to be someone who has friends. though she’s quite fond of elias in some way, shape or form. though at this moment, isla is really trying her hardest not to just full on snap right then and there. so all she does is move towards the passenger side door of his car. she doesn’t focus on any of his other words---maybe it was because he was right. in the past few days she had been an emotional wreck; she was completely all over the place. she looks back at him, motioning towards the car. “ unless you wanna be put in that ditch along with headless guy you’re going to take me home. “ she doesn’t make it sound like a question.

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[marshcll]

enforxed:

          the town is tricky, can’t do his job without the possibility of getting him and his family killed. “technically what i’m doing is against the rules.” his eyes flicker to her before he’s pulling out and driving away. “need to make sure nobody dies.” needed to make sure that some poor traveler doesn’t end up in the towns grasp.  

“ don’t worry-----this will just be between you and me, officer. “ at this point that’s not even a lie. because who would she tell about this? oh that’s right---no one. “ what’s the worst you’ve ever seen? was it brutal? “ honestly she was surprised that she’d never been arrested by him. maybe it was one of the other cops in town.

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hangmxnsbodycount:

he found her defiance amusing, but wasn’t concerned he knew she’d cave easily. she always did. she almost seemed to enjoy this little game of hers, and it brought him a sick kind of pleasure. “oh no, princess. tonight, you’re mine.” he purred, hooking a finger under her chin and turning her head to face him. he leaned in dangerously close, his eyes flicking to her mouth for a moment before meeting her eyes. “you can come with me now, or i can take you right here in front of everyone.”

“ let’s get something clear, baby... “ she entertains him for a moment, leaning in seductively towards him. she stays there for a moment, letting him think she’s going along with it all. only then does she speak through gritted teeth. “ i’m not yours. “ she gets up in anger and in the heat of the moment throws her drink on him. she’s going to have hell to pay for that. but she doesn’t even think about that as she’s practically running out of the bar. she steps out into the cool night air, looking side to side. trying to see which way she could safely hide from him.

[marshcll]

jettlawson:

as soon as dagger gets up and starts to lick his hand, his spirits are lifted and a smile starts to spread across his face. his attentions turns solely to the dog and he turns his hand, lifting it to pet dagger affectionately. “thanks, buddy,” he says softly, flashing a grin at the dog despite how much it hurts his beaten face. his old nickname reaches his ears and he looks back at isla, smile faltering just a little bit. he hasn’t heard that nickname in years. ( oddly enough, it’s actually nice ). he’s caught completely off guard, however, and it takes him a moment to remember to speak. “i’m not lying,” jett answers, glancing back at dagger and giving him one more scratch between the ears before he reaches for the bottle again. not the smartest idea to drink his way through this but what the hell. his arm is still positioned strategically to keep his scars covered. mainly the bullet wound on his torso that has a matching scar on his back from the exit wound. not only are they horrible to look at but they serve as a physical reminder of that day. as if the mental scars weren’t enough already. blue eyes land on the hand resting on his arm and he stares at it knowing that if he looks up at her now, he’ll give in. still, he sighs, debates it for a second and shifts his arm slightly so that he’s no longer covering himself up. let her see. maybe if she sees what she caused, she’ll feel just the slightest fraction of the pain he feels. maybe. “not so hot, is it?” he asks, remembering what she had said when he had first shown up at her house. hot scar… it was fucking hideous. nothing more than a reminder that, for some reason, he had lived while his family had died.

there’s a pain coursing through her. except it’s not physical. physical pain would be a DREAM compared to what she’s feeling right now. the key word here is feeling. for years after the incident isla truly suppressed her feelings. she became void and hollow, barely even human. but now...things had changed. there was the pain of GUILT. the guilt of hurting someone she loves loved. if there’s anyone who knows the pain of a scar as a constant reminder, it’s isla. maybe that was the difference between herself and her father. and it brings her some foreign sense of comfort that she regrets leaving the scars on jett even if her father had no shred of remorse. it brings her back to reality. that isla marshall is HUMAN. only after she tries to gather herself does she being to patch jett up. she doesn’t know what to say. there’s nothing that she could say that would offer some semblance of peace or resolve to the situation. but yet, she speaks barely audible, an “ i’m sorry... “ these feelings all came flooding back at once. jett lawson had a habit of doing that to her. and in that moment she realizes, that if she could take it all back she would have. she did love him, she just always had a difficult and fucked up way of showing it. she does whatever she can to fix the rest of his wounds in silence and when she’s finished she stands. she leaves the room for a moment, wiping her face and trying to compose herself the best. coming back to the living room with a blanket and daggers bed, she places the blanket over jett and the bed right next to the couch.