𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻 for @sinistersick!
𝙄𝙏 𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔 𝙏𝘼𝙆𝙀𝙎 𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙀𝙀 weeks for maeve’s life to go from bad to worse. she was still dealing with the aftermath of ending things with finn, something that she didn’t expect to hurt so damn much, when she got the news about her abuela. her cancer had spread instead of shrunk despite the multiple rounds of chemotherapy that she had done. the brunette’s stomach had dropped when she heard the words come out of the doctor’s mouth but her grandmother, who knew her so well, had squeezed her hand in an effort to comfort her. like she was the one who had gotten the news instead of her. they talked about options, which were limited due to her age and in the end her grandmother had decided that she no longer wanted further treatment. she was going to die no matter what, why suffer to give her only maybe a month more than what she had? maeve understood her reasoning but it still broke her heart because for the first time, she had to accept that her grandmother would no longer be here. that the woman who single handedly raised her when her parents couldn’t was going to die and she would be forced to live the rest of her life without her. it was something she couldn’t even think about without bursting into tears.
the older woman had also made the request to live her final months in her own home, not wanting to be in a hospital and maeve was going to make sure that would happen. the only thing that she needed was to find the money to get her a private caretaker. she started seeing more clients, which weren’t too awful for the most part, mostly because it was to attend events with them and nothing more, but things took a turn for the worse when she was brought back to a hotel by one of them. he hadn’t respected her boundaries and when she pushed him off of her, he’d struck her down hard. in her daze she was able to get out of the room and thankfully the noise had caused the room next to them to come out into the hallway at the same time she did. the police were called. she didn’t end up pressing charges because the second it was brought up that she was an escort, they looked at her like she was in the wrong. go figure. luckily kat hadn’t been home when she got back from the station, her best friend being on a trip that she had been planning for months and since she didn’t want to ruin it, she only told her the bare minimum of what happened. she made no mention of the black eye she was now sporting. the swelling had gone down the last few days, the bruise a lot less purple, but she hadn’t been able to take another job from the agency. too scared for the same thing to happen again.
throughout all this happening, she had to stop herself from calling finn multiple times. not for money or to take him back as a client, but for the safety she felt when she was in his arms. she craved the comfort of him. it even got to the point where she would dial his number but the second before pressing the call button, she would think of kat and how she would be betraying her. so she never went through with it, instead spending those days in bed sleeping and trying to shut out everything around her. this morning maeve forced herself to do a little bit of self care, an attempt at getting out of the mindset she’s in and after taking a long shower, she finds herself moved over to the living room and watching a movie. it was an old black and white film that her and her grandma used to watch when she was younger, and she smiled tearfully as she watched it. those memories now feel bittersweet with their new reality. thinking it might be a good idea to order some food since she hadn’t eaten much this week, she’s swiping for the doordash app when she hears a knock on their apartment door. she frowned, not expecting any company.
still, despite the anxiety of who could be behind it as she’s still rattled by her attack, she forces herself to see who it is. she takes a deep, shaky breath and presses her palm on the door to steady it, then she turns the lock and pulls it open to see… finn. for a second she doesn’t move or breathe, she just stares wide eyed, as if her mind can’t accept that he’s real and standing on her doorstep. then she breaks. the door is thrown open the rest of the way and she’s in his arms before he can say anything. she collides with him, fingers fisting in the back of his jacket, burying her face against his shoulder. everything from the last three weeks hit her all at once, all of it surges up and spills out in the way that she clings to him and she lets herself cry. finally feeling the comfort she so desperately needed and that he could only provide.
