#𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 》 the beginning of the end

[thewcllingtons]

ʟᴏꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ꜰᴛ. ᴏᴅᴇᴛᴛᴇ

Ryder felt like his life was riding on a high ever since Evan agreed to marry him. It truly gave him the push that he needed to prepare for the ambush on the Manor considering it was getting pretty tense. That’s why he didn’t necessarily freak out when he managed to get kidnapped in broad daylight. He didn’t necessarily pass interrogation lessons when he received training years ago at the manor. It just didn’t seem past Everleigh to fake a kidnapping to scare him and get him to confess the mole within the manor. Once the gag was released from his mouth and he was successfully strapped to the chair he looked at the other. ❝ Okay, I feel like this was a bit excessive. I’m not that difficult to contact. If you wanted to steal the car, I would’ve just given it to you. And if this is about the fucking mole— I didn’t hear anything, and I don’t know who it is. We could’ve just made this a fucking meeting. ❞  // @decadentias​

[thewcllingtons]

ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪꜱᴇ ꜰᴛ. ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇꜱᴛ

This had been going so well for the pair. They had finally moved in together, found out they were having twins and girls had finally started warming up to one another. Ash couldn’t have dreamed for anything more than this, but his mind was racked with more important issues. The manor had found him again. He had successfully hidden himself away and lived evasively for over a decade. It had almost seemed that they had forgotten about him, that was until he got a call by Everleigh. Her cold voice was as haunting as he remembered. The stakes were even higher now that the ginger knew about Tempest and the girls. A part of him was thankful they hadn’t found out she was pregnant, but he knew he couldn’t hide that for long. Everleigh gave him a simple choice; he goes to work for the manor or they take out his whole family. He didn’t hesitate to pick the first option, but it seemed that the black cloud that loomed over the manor covered him once again.

Ash had a rather addictive personality. He easily masked it with things he could get away with in crowd, anything to bury the trauma. Even in his relationship with Tempest, he found himself switching his vice from alcoholism to sex. There were no complaints from her in that regard, but there wasn’t enough sex in the world to keep out the demons the manor brought. It instantly numbed him. Long gone were the days that he’d stay at home to spend quality time with the kids. He was out all times of nights, doing whatever job they gave him, and he came straight home to bury himself in whatever booze he could find. It wasn’t that Ash could simply explain the situation to Tempest. He hadn’t even gotten to talking about the manor due to his superstition that talking about it would make it reappear in his life. How could he tell his girlfriend that their lives were at risk? Tempest was just halfway through the pregnancy with the twins. He knew that the anxiety would probably cause her to freak out and possibly go into early labor, so he brushed it off as a family thing. He never talked about family so he knew it would be strange. It was the best he could do.

Tonight was no exception. It happened to be the worst night since his return to the manor. Ash didn’t mind taking people out. That was the easy part. The hard part was coming home and pretending like it never happened. He couldn’t wrap his mind how he used to switch between each side of himself, but he remembered that he was solo then. He didn’t have to watch a household or take care of a business. All the thoughts and alcohol went straight to his heard, and he managed to pass out in the garden with a beer in hand. He awoke to Tempest attempting to wake him up. Looking around at all the bottles below his feet, he didn’t remember drinking all that last night. His head was pounding so hard that he missed nearly every inquiry she sent his way.  ❝ I’m sorry... It’s just been a really rough night. I didn’t want to wake you or the girls, so I wanted to wait until dawn before I snuck in. ❞   Crushing his head in his palms in attempts to alleviate all the pressure in his head, ❝ I’ll clean this all up. I just need a minute. ❞ // @decadentias