@deadwalked wants some darlene alderson
starter call // accepting af
you know what they always say about how you will always end up back home when times when hard. there was no way after what had happened she could go back to cisco’s apartment and right now, she wanted to be as far away from elliot as she could be. once the fbi had finally let her go, though it was SHOCKING that they had but they had no evidence of her involvement, just speculation, she got straight on a train, barely focusing on what she was doing until she found herself outside of her HOME.
no, it wasn’t the childhood house where her and elliot had grown up, it was her REAL home, the one where she could be herself and didn’t have to deal with her mom’s hatred, the place where she felt loved. was it because of EVERYTHING that had happened that she found herself here? fuck, she needed a fix but there was no way that was going to happen if she was here. she just needed someone that loves her to tell her that it was all going to be okay, that it wasn’t the end of the world.
knocking on the door, she waited patiently, knowing it was EARLY or was it late? fuck, she had no idea, she dropped her phone at the cafe . . . she should have gotten changed, no wonder she had gotten weird looks on the train, she was still in the blood stained clothes from the cafe. she almost turned to leave when she saw the person she always viewed as her REAL mom approach the door. tears spring to her green eyes as she looks at her, tongue darting across her lips as her hands clench and unclench into fists as she shifts on her feet.
“ somethin’ BAD happened . . . i didn’t know where else to go, ”