Several sentences Sunday
Thank you for the lovely tags @jackiemerrick @livflahertydingle xxxx
An itty bitty bit of the Roblivion fic that’s still kicking about in my head
“Liv, your brother and I are just looking out for you. Checking up on you. You have a convicted murderer living with you, we’re just worried.”
“Don’t speak about Robert that way.” Liv cries again, wiping a tear from her eyes. “I haven’t drank. I’m sober.”
“I’m sorry Aaron, it’s a symptom of her addiction; lying and manipulating.” John frowns at Aaron. “We’ll do what we said - the rehab. I can drive her there now.”
Absolutely not. This is a joke that’s going on for far longer than Robert ever should have let it. He needs Liv with him, not across the room with people and objects between them.
“Liv,” Robert says. “Come here.” Come here to me, where you’re safe and I can protect you, Robert thinks.
She goes to move past John, heading around the sofa that’s between them. John grabs for her arm, pulling her back until she stumbles. Robert sees red, is moving before he even realises it.
He’s got John by his collar of his stupid khaki green jacket, shoving him into a wall, slamming his body back against it roughly. “Don’t touch her, don’t ever lay a hand on her.”
Tagging @robrondale @butteredsc0tch @barnbert @sugdenkatie and anyone else who sees and wants to join!!
