#hurricane mertle incoming

[volcanicmertle]

closed starter: @fredelicious24

location: fred's apartment

it was going to happen eventually. mertle knew it, deep down, she knew, at some point or another, it was going to happen. she would do what she always did, absolutely destroying the only good thing she had going for herself right now. it hadn't happened yet, not entirely, but she was on the cusp of it. toes were hovering near a very jagged edge and attempting to find balance, and yet... ❛ for FUCK sakes, ❜ mertle huffed beneath her breath, having grown entirely stiff on the couch next to fred, sending yet ANOTHER call from her father to voicemail. her mother, that spineless fuck, had gone on to tell her dad all about ... well, HER. it had been a mistake, calling her mother, trying to tell her about the good she had built for herself here. OF COURSE, her mother — desperate to keep any sort of contact with her estranged husband — ran and told daddy dearest just how swell the apple of their eye was doing. now he wouldn't stop fucking calling her. mertle was seething, inhaling deeply through her nose, feeling misplaced anger rising in her throat like bile. if she didn't get out now, she'd explode, and fred would be caught in the crossfire. he was getting too close, too involved with her, and the real mertle was clawing at the walls of her enclosure trying to burst free from her confinement. ❛ fred... i need you to take me home, ❜ mertle said, her words tight, gripping her phone with a force that should have had it cracking beneath the pressure.