"behind bars"
SEND “BEHIND BARS” TO VISIT MY MUSE IN PRISON. / not accepting.
he who had stood beside her through every trial , who supported her decisions no matter how poor , now stands ACROSS from her. she feels less like a woman scorned and more like a scolded child. there is bitterness and hatred building in every muscle , anger and vengeance going hand in hand. tara will pay for this , no matter what needs to be done to ensure it. gemma is wrongly imprisoned , she would never lay her hand upon a prospective grandchild. and clay is the only one to believe her. walls of defenses , built high on each side , are beginning to crumble , leaving hidden emotions far too visible to her husband. he who would know them no matter how hard she tried to hide them. this is the understanding they’ve come to in their marriage.
all but running to him , arms sling around his broad shoulders , pulling him closer and closer , dragging them together , her face hidden against his neck. she’d give anything to be back home with him. outside of all this. away from the cruel looks , the violence , the constant breach of her personal spaces. a hand rises to the back of his neck , holding him to her even as the guard outside the door begins shouting about rules against contact.
she parts from him a few moments later , desperation written in the lines of her face as she allows herself to look up to him , ❛ i didn’t do it. clay , i swear. ❜ her voice falters , and finally fails as she drags a hand over her eyes , attempting to hide the emotion that lived there. ❛ i wouldn’t —— ❜
