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Lunacy (closed for RawDog33)
Scarlett Fitzgerald stood outside Montgomery County jail, hands fisted in her pockets. She chewed ferociously on her lips as she debated the events that had brought her here and whether or not she should turn back. Honestly, she was unsure that this was the right path for her, but something had to give before she lost her marbles. She couldn't put up with it any longer.
Scarlett had been married to Emerson Fitzgerald for the last year, give or take. It had been a whirlwind romance that ended in marriage to a publically straight-laced lawyer almost ten years older than she herself. Behind closed doors, Emerson had some bad habits that Scarlett detested, but to everyone else, he was Pinegrove's golden boy; he could do no wrong. In all reality, he was selfish and arrogant, strict and tolerating no disobedience. He was of the mindset that the woman's place was at his feet and any misbehaviour was swiftly treated with corporal punishment. Scarlett couldn't differentiate where one bruise ended and the next began, because she was a strong woman who thrived on independence and that didn't sit well with Emerson at all.
She always had been the type who thrived on her own merit and skills. It had been a long journey to get where she was in this world, primarily based on the tragic events of her past. That was an understatement, actually, but it wouldn't do to dwell on it now. She just had never imagined herself in this particular moment feeling as desperate as she was to rid herself of an eyesore like her husband.
Emerson also had a habit of fucking his secretaries. This never ended well, but somehow they disappeared without a word when they become useless to him, no muss, no fuss. This man she slept with each night was nothing like the one she had married, and every day ended with more regret heaped onto the pile until she couldn't live with this disgusting man any longer.
That decision was solidified when his fists reigned down on her sweet face and turned her eyes black and blue for anyone and everyone to see. The swelling had finally gone down enough that it wasn't noticeable under the several layers of makeup she'd caked on this morning, but she hadn't seen the sunlight in a few days now lest she "embarrass" him. Scarlett knew that she couldn't run from him - Emerson had connections worldwide and he'd likely pin her down no matter where she went. He'd follow and make her life hell.
No.
She couldn't do that.
But there was one thing...
You see, there was one large secret that Emerson didn't know about. In fact, it wasn't exactly something Scarlett was proud of. She did her best to keep it buried deep in her past, but now she was desperate.
Scarlett needed a sure-fire way to escape her husband's mania.
Clearing her throat, Scarlett carded a hand through her fiery red-headed mane and took one confident step forward.
She had a date to keep afterall, though her partner didn't know it yet.
The guard raised an eyebrow when she declared her name and who she wanted to see, watching her critically in curiosity. It was just a bit odd is all; this woman had never visited in the four years he'd been working here in this high security prison. Actually, this particular prisoner hadn't had many visitors at all in the six he'd been incarcerated, except for the occasional rough-and-tumble type. Certainly not this young, beautiful woman. He was beginning to be suspicious that O'Brien's family wanted nothing to do with him, but here was this young girl claiming to be his sister (I mean, could you blame them?).
No fucking wonder, the guard, Jason, thought cynically. If I was related to some nutzoid like O'Brien I wouldn't come out of the woodwork either. Fucking psycho. How many people did he kill again?
Anyway, this girl had curves in all the right places and he could see a button straining to pop free from where it was tightly fastened over her plentiful breasts. He wanted to reach out and grab a handful but apparently that was inappropriate behaviour - frowned upon, as his senior officers repeated dutifully, rolling their eyes each time they covered it in staff meetings.
When the paperwork was filed, he pressed a button and the gate blocking the visitation booths unlocked. He waved her through, warning her, "you have thirty minutes, ma'am. There will be an officer with you in the room at all times -- Kendall. I'm sure you know, but O'Brien can be a handful, so if you need anything just wave down the guard and we'll escort you out when you're ready."
Scarlett pushed away from the counter she had been leaning on and entered the narrow hallway leading down to the moment she'd been avoiding for years. She'd just settled into the worn-down, hard plastic chair the prison provided and finished her perusal of the room (sparse as far as furniture went, four thick walls of glass divided by booths which separated visitors from the prisoners and a corded phone attached to the wall of each cubby) when there was a buzz and a door on the far side of the room opened.
Scarlett looked up through the glass of booth number two and met the deep, hardened green eyes of Connor O'Brien for the first time in almost seven years. They cut through her just like ice and Scarlett shivered. She straightened her shoulders and offered him a smirk that was much more confident than she felt.
Scarlett Fitzgerald stood outside Montgomery County jail, hands fisted in her pockets. She chewed ferociously on her lips as she debated the events that had brought her here and whether or not she should turn back. Honestly, she was unsure that this was the right path for her, but something had to give before she lost her marbles. She couldn't put up with it any longer.
Scarlett had been married to Emerson Fitzgerald for the last year, give or take. It had been a whirlwind romance that ended in marriage to a publically straight-laced lawyer almost ten years older than she herself. Behind closed doors, Emerson had some bad habits that Scarlett detested, but to everyone else, he was Pinegrove's golden boy; he could do no wrong. In all reality, he was selfish and arrogant, strict and tolerating no disobedience. He was of the mindset that the woman's place was at his feet and any misbehaviour was swiftly treated with corporal punishment. Scarlett couldn't differentiate where one bruise ended and the next began, because she was a strong woman who thrived on independence and that didn't sit well with Emerson at all.
She always had been the type who thrived on her own merit and skills. It had been a long journey to get where she was in this world, primarily based on the tragic events of her past. That was an understatement, actually, but it wouldn't do to dwell on it now. She just had never imagined herself in this particular moment feeling as desperate as she was to rid herself of an eyesore like her husband.
Emerson also had a habit of fucking his secretaries. This never ended well, but somehow they disappeared without a word when they become useless to him, no muss, no fuss. This man she slept with each night was nothing like the one she had married, and every day ended with more regret heaped onto the pile until she couldn't live with this disgusting man any longer.
That decision was solidified when his fists reigned down on her sweet face and turned her eyes black and blue for anyone and everyone to see. The swelling had finally gone down enough that it wasn't noticeable under the several layers of makeup she'd caked on this morning, but she hadn't seen the sunlight in a few days now lest she "embarrass" him. Scarlett knew that she couldn't run from him - Emerson had connections worldwide and he'd likely pin her down no matter where she went. He'd follow and make her life hell.
No.
She couldn't do that.
But there was one thing...
You see, there was one large secret that Emerson didn't know about. In fact, it wasn't exactly something Scarlett was proud of. She did her best to keep it buried deep in her past, but now she was desperate.
Scarlett needed a sure-fire way to escape her husband's mania.
Clearing her throat, Scarlett carded a hand through her fiery red-headed mane and took one confident step forward.
She had a date to keep afterall, though her partner didn't know it yet.
The guard raised an eyebrow when she declared her name and who she wanted to see, watching her critically in curiosity. It was just a bit odd is all; this woman had never visited in the four years he'd been working here in this high security prison. Actually, this particular prisoner hadn't had many visitors at all in the six he'd been incarcerated, except for the occasional rough-and-tumble type. Certainly not this young, beautiful woman. He was beginning to be suspicious that O'Brien's family wanted nothing to do with him, but here was this young girl claiming to be his sister (I mean, could you blame them?).
No fucking wonder, the guard, Jason, thought cynically. If I was related to some nutzoid like O'Brien I wouldn't come out of the woodwork either. Fucking psycho. How many people did he kill again?
Anyway, this girl had curves in all the right places and he could see a button straining to pop free from where it was tightly fastened over her plentiful breasts. He wanted to reach out and grab a handful but apparently that was inappropriate behaviour - frowned upon, as his senior officers repeated dutifully, rolling their eyes each time they covered it in staff meetings.
When the paperwork was filed, he pressed a button and the gate blocking the visitation booths unlocked. He waved her through, warning her, "you have thirty minutes, ma'am. There will be an officer with you in the room at all times -- Kendall. I'm sure you know, but O'Brien can be a handful, so if you need anything just wave down the guard and we'll escort you out when you're ready."
Scarlett pushed away from the counter she had been leaning on and entered the narrow hallway leading down to the moment she'd been avoiding for years. She'd just settled into the worn-down, hard plastic chair the prison provided and finished her perusal of the room (sparse as far as furniture went, four thick walls of glass divided by booths which separated visitors from the prisoners and a corded phone attached to the wall of each cubby) when there was a buzz and a door on the far side of the room opened.
Scarlett looked up through the glass of booth number two and met the deep, hardened green eyes of Connor O'Brien for the first time in almost seven years. They cut through her just like ice and Scarlett shivered. She straightened her shoulders and offered him a smirk that was much more confident than she felt.
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