she’s had the entire weekend to sit and stew over it , and so the moment that she hears the bikes begin to roll into the lot , gemma’s at the window , ticking off names , ensuring everyone who was supposed to come back , did. it does little to quell her anger. there was nothing she hated more than losing control , and as the designated caretaker for thomas and abel , that seemed to be something that happened quite a lot these days.
heels click on the black tar as she approaches abel , eyes narrowed to daggers and lips pursed. she’s yelling long before she reaches him , ❛ what the hell do you think you’re doing ?! you think you can just disappear all goddamn weekend ? christ —— look at me, i almost called the damn cops on your ass. ❜ ungrateful little shit. // @weaponboy ( sc. )