#headcanon. addison elise mayers.

[notladylikes]

addison is at a loss for words, being escorted out of the building with a pair of handcuffs confining her wrists. tears stream down her cheeks and she’s shielding her eyes from the constant flash of photobulbs as photographers take her picture. this is a nightmare reincarnated. 

she’s been down on heor luck lately, but she wasn’t expecting something of this caliber to kick her in the teeth when she was down and out. sitting in a small room, she awaits anyone to come and explain to her what was going on, because she was at a loss for words and her head was still spinning from everything that was thrown at her previously.

a man walks in, slender with light colored hair and a small smile. she doesn’t look up immediately, but he comes and sits in front of her, reaches out to put a hand on her own. this causes her to glance up and finally see him face to face.

“i’m malcolm, your public defender. i’m here to help you.”

who knew that this man would change the course of her entire life in a matter of months. the trials went on for what felt like ages, but he was always at her side no matter what. and the final day when things seemed to be taking a turn for the worse, he held her hand as they called out the verdict.

not guilty.

she threw her arms around him and cried on his shoulder. he had become the most important person to her, when everyone else seemingly abandoned her. @pistolism was without a doubt her best friend, whether he liked it or not. and she was going to do whatever she could to help him get his life on track - if she was given the chance to repay the favor.