Okay, Detling, I know you haven’t started paying the fucking bills to be slamming doors in my precinct.
The hell is your problem?
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Okay, Detling, I know you haven’t started paying the fucking bills to be slamming doors in my precinct.
The hell is your problem?
It was going to be a quiet day in at the Detling household, Sophia’s evening of drinking the previous night left her feeling especially hungover and sprinkling the darkest reveal of conversations with Toby on top of that was giving her a major migraine. All she wanted to do was sleep and laze around on the couch. Saturday meant her brother wasn’t spending his day at the school, instead, it gave the siblings an opportunity to adjust to the next steps of their nearly mended relationship. Soph managed to slunk out of bed in the early afternoon, spending a good amount with her head stuck in the toilet before entering the kitchen where Toby was kind enough to make her something to eat that wouldn’t cause the young woman another vomit spell. She somehow choked down the food miraculously mess-free, deciding that was the most she was planning on doing that day other than lay on the couch with the television on.
Sophia’s ears caught the sound of the doorbell ringing, figuring she required a good stretch now that the hangover passed. “I’ll get it.” She rose from the couch cushions with a load groan and tossed the blanket in Toby’s lap before taking her time making the way over to the door, barely peeking through the side window like she normally would. It was likely someone coming to sell them something, their mother always donated a small amount even while she had little to give if the charity was fighting an important cause. She turned the knob, letting the door swing open to reveal two men and a woman wearing what appeared to be hospital scrubs. “Hi, can I...help you?” The female visitor looked her up and down with a seriousness, “Sophia Detling.” Soph raised a brow with confusion, so the woman continued, “I’m afraid you’ll have to come with us. It’s better if you don’t resist.” Sophia turned her head to immediately call for her brother, “Toby-” Before she could finish her statement, however, the two men stepped forward and grabbed each of her arms before giving her a small yank. “What are you doing, let go of me! Toby!”