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Forbidden Desire	By : JLinz Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Justice League Views: 7310 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: All characters are from here: http://comics.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600060947 It's not necessary to read Speed of Lyght to get into this story, however...
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Chapter Warnings/Triggers/Tags: SI, OC, Other (Drunkenness), MC, POV

Realization
How does one keep their sanity during times like these? It was very hard, let me tell you! A part of me (you know, that sex-craved part? The one with the signs and the wicked behavior) tried to argue that J’onn loved me. Why else would he do the things that he did to me? The way he held me, the way he would look at me… the way he actually tried to take care of me; those were signs of love… right?
But, how could he love me and Tabs at the same time? Because she didn’t get treated any differently than myself when they were together in front of me. It wasn’t an act with him; I could tell: he truly cared for the girl. I tried not to think about it; if I had let my brain dwell on it, I would only end up going crazy. All I needed to do was take things one step, one day at a time. I would let J’onn make the decisions… and would go along with whatever he decided.
The one person who was the most helpful throughout it all… was Wally. The weirdest part was that I never told him anything about me and the Martian. But, he was there to give me advice… as well as flirt with me; I still couldn’t get over the “babe” comment! Even still; that was just Wally being Wally! He sure did know how to make a girl’s cheeks ache, though…
Following a bit of his advice, I talked to my babies more and more. Okay… they weren’t babies, anymore; they were quickly approaching their teen years… which made me feel absolutely old as shit! Ah; not the point! The point was that I was also talking a bit more to their father. After the decision, I knew that Albert resented the fact that I stayed behind. I didn’t blame him; we had considered ourselves a team for so long, it should’ve been a no-brainer for me to just leave. My decision crushed him, I knew for sure; we actually hadn’t talked for a long period of time after the fact. Sure, he let me speak to the triplets, but there were no words spoken between the two of us aside from “hi” and “bye”. Now, we were at least back on speaking terms, asking how the other was doing. Just like with J’onn, I couldn’t complain; I was gonna take whatever was handed to me!
So, it surprised me when, after months of attempted pleas, Albert finally agreed to let me fly out to see my children. Oh, I was beyond ecstatic; to be able to see my three miracles in person, again… my emotions caught in my throat every time I thought about it! J’onn, Wally and even Tabs had volunteered to come with me but I declined all three; for a week, all I wanted was just me and my kids. Besides, Albert had made it known in his tone that he still was uneasy about the superheroes; I didn’t want to cause unnecessary drama.
I could’ve driven to Birmingham; it was only three and a half hours away. But, my overexcitement would’ve taken over during the drive; I opted for the safer plane ride (plus, it was better for me to freak out for only thirty minutes compared to three hours)! When I was nice and calm and settled into my hotel, I sat and waited in the lobby for my family.
“Mom!” I had already seen them before they saw me… and the tears started! Solonia ran to me and embraced me hard, causing me to wrap my arms around her tightly. My boys followed although both were kinda reluctant; it didn’t offend me: I knew that it was a boy thing!
My triplets… had done a bit of growing up since the last I had seen them! They were already near my height, which made them slightly tall for twelve year olds (I felt bad because I knew that they wouldn’t get much taller after that; what with me and Albert being only 5’5)! A.C. and Jamil looked exactly the same as my brother did when he was their age, the two of them being nearly carbon copies of each other! But, it was Solonia who surprised me; she was already thick in places that had taken me well into my twenties to get thick at! I didn’t want to make a scene, I really didn’t; but my motherly instincts kicked in as I took a real good look at her.
“… Albert!” I shot a look up at my husband, who stood in the background.
“I know…” he shook his head, “We knew it would happen; the girls would get my genes…”
“But… she’s twelve! She doesn’t even look it!”
“Mooom…”
“Do you have a boyfriend? Does she have a boyfriend? She’s too young for a boyfriend…”
“Mom!!”
“Ha; this is funny…”
“Shut up!!” my daughter hissed at Jamil.
‘… Didn’t you have a boyfriend when you were twelve…?” Albert looked at me.
“What?! No! I didn’t even get my first kiss until I was thirteen!”
“Ew; mooom!” A.C. rolled his eyes. I threw my hands up.
“What? Okay, okay; no more mushy stuff…”
It felt so good to be around them once more! I had to talk myself out of treating them like babies, especially after seeing that they didn’t mind spending time with me. I couldn’t even say the same for Albert, though; the only time I saw him was when he dropped the kids off at the hotel and when he picked him up. I had the awful feeling in the pit of my stomach that… he was going to ask for a divorce.
That was the one thing that never crossed my mind, seriously. I didn’t know how I felt about it. But, the more the thought lingered, the more I tried to brace myself for it. He had every right to ask for one; I broke his heart. And, why would it surprise me; we hadn’t been together physically in months: hell, we had started back on speaking terms a month ago! The only thing I could do was swallow down that lump in my throat and take the news like a real woman…
Sure enough; the day before my last day, Albert explained to the kids that it was our last day together because he wanted to talk to me before I went back home. My last morning in Birmingham, he actually met me in my room. I sat down across from him at the small table and took a deep breath as he slid a few papers towards me. I stared blankly at the words on top of the first page: “Marital Settlement Agreement”.
“So… this is what you want…?”
“… You gave me no other choice. You chose the Justice League…”
“… Fair enough. But, just so you know: I didn’t do this to hurt you or the kids. I wasn’t gonna run away!” I glared at him.
“Maybe you should’ve. To at least show them that you gave a damn…”
“You think I don’t care about my children?! Are you out your fucking mind?! You think I wanted them to be kidnapped?!?!” this outburst was long in the waiting. When I made the decision to stay friends with Tabs after she became a member of the Justice League, I never thought that I had signed up to make myself or my family victims or scapegoats. And, fuck him for even thinking that!
“I didn’t want to fight over this…”
“… F-Fine! Give me that damn pen!” I snatched the pen away from him, “I’ll sign it but don’t you fucking ever say that I don’t give a damn about my children!” I fought to keep my tears in. Albert placed his head in his hands and stared off, his way of an apology.
“… Maybe you should read that before you sign…”
“What’s there to read? You’re asking for a divorce, I’m giving you one!”
“Just… would you read it before you do that?” he almost pleaded. I tried to stop fuming for a moment; I wouldn’t be able to comprehend the damn thing if I was still seeing red! To shut him up, I skimmed over the papers. Everything seemed simple enough. There were a couple of parts that made me glad that he told me to look through it: me not wanting alimony from him and I had been “Professor Linz” for so long, I wanted to keep the Lindsey name…
“… You mind if I keep Lindsey…?” I cleared my throat. I was glad that he shook his head.
“I don’t mind…” he closed his eyes. There was something… off about his demeanor. For as long as we had been together, he always looked me in the eye. It didn’t matter if he was raging mad or overly embarrassed; I always got a hard look from him. But… not this time. If he felt awkward about the whole divorce thing, why in the hell didn’t he just let me sign the damn papers?
I needed to ignore him; I had only about three sheets of paper left to skim through. Things about the property: he was letting me keep the house in Memphis. We didn’t have any other valuable assets together; the Mariner was mine, we had always had separate bank accounts. I made my own money so that was settled. Aside from the alimony and name change, everything looked in place.
That was until I got to the next to last page. …… My heart dropped right through the floor. I glared at him, mouth open but no words came out; they couldn’t. And he still couldn’t look at me! I shook trying to keep the tears in and looked down at the paper once more. I just stared; I couldn’t do anything else. Because maybe… maybe if I stared long enough, I would realize that my eyes were playing tricks on me. However no amount of squinting, hoping, wishing or praying changed what was printed on top of the page: Parental responsibility for the minor child(ren) will be sole to Albert Lindsey.
…… I bit my lip so hard, I drew blood. I had to admit that the thought never crossed my mind because the thought of divorce hadn’t presented itself until the other day! He didn’t want to share custody… he wanted sole custody of our children. …Was I really an unfit mother?! I made one mistake; that wasn’t grounds to declare me unfit! I glared at him.
“… Like I said… I don’t want to fight about this…”
“Y-You think… I can’t take care of the kids…” I trembled out. Albert sighed but finally looked at me.
“Are you still hanging out with Tabitha?”
“Why does that matter?!”
“Because she’s the reason why we left!”
“No… no; don’t you dare blame that on her!!”
“She’s the one in the Justice League, not you! We were made scapegoats! I’m not putting my kids through that ever again! They still have nightmares for fuck’s sake!”
“You think I like that?! You think I would’ve wished that on us?! Fuck you if you did!!” I slammed my fists on the table. I got up and paced the floor a bit, “I ain’t signing that…”
“Jamila… I’m not the fucking bad guy! Don’t drag this out. Look, I… I was told that if this ended up in court… you wouldn’t get shared custody, anyway…”
“W-What…? Why the fuck not?! I’m not a bad mother and I didn’t abandon them!”
“When you chose that bitch over your own family… you abandoned them… you abandoned us! She’s not real family, Jamila; none of them are! You can’t go around acting like you’re Stan-fucking-Lee and put yourself in the middle of their shit!!” he argued. A tear escaped at his words. He was prepared to fight this; I wasn’t, “As long as you’re connected with the Justice League… you can’t have shared custody. I’m not gonna lie and tell any judge that it doesn’t affect the children’s welfare when it already has! Are you still hanging around them?” he looked dead at me. Another tear trailed down to my chin. I finally realized that… he was right. It made me furious to admit it but he was right; just because they had gotten rid of one threat, another one could very well be around the corner. I had to think about the children… and as long as I had ties to the Justice League… they would never be safe…
I sat back down and blankly stared at the papers.
“T-They’re my friends, Albert…”
“And I can’t believe you still won’t let them go! I don’t get it. Make me understand, Jamila! Why is it so important for you to…” he stopped himself. I was so concentrated on that last sheet, on that signature line to notice. The air was too heavy and I willed myself to look at him; he had a surprised look on his face, “… I get it. It’s not about Tabitha, anymore. I mean, it was at first; I saw that firsthand. But now… it’s… it’s someone else…” he breathed out. I was still too wound up to comprehend things; what was he getting a…
…… Hanging around the Martian taught me so many things; having the best poker face on the planet was one of them! If only he could’ve seen the battle inside of me; once the words settled in, my subconscious immediately hid into a bomb shelter! I calmly wiped at the rest of my tears and grabbed the pen. He was right… about everything… even his assumption. As long as I was connected… the triplets would be in danger…
“… Do I… at least get visitation…” I held the pen at the beginning of the signature line. I couldn’t look at him; my eyes would reveal everything!
“Are you fucking kidding me?! You’re… fucking a superhero…?” I could feel his eyes on me. I closed mine and took a deep breath before glancing at him.
“… What difference does it make…”
“What differ… we’re still fucking married, Jamila!!”
“Not for long, huh?!” my glance turned into a glare. I wanted to sign the damn papers just so I wouldn’t have to answer anything else! But, I really wanted to know if I at least had any visitation rights, “Can I come and see my kids or not…?”
“…… As long as no superhero is with you. Who is he?” he asked. I shook my head as I started to sign; it didn’t matter: as long as I got to see them, “Who… is he?”
“Don’t matter. I signed the damn thing now… get out!” I shoved the papers back to him. Albert looked at them before getting up.
“Jamila…”
“I got a plane to catch. Goodbye, Albert. Tell the kids I love them…” I turned my back on him; the last thing I wanted to see was the disappointment in his face. I knew that I had no reason to get upset towards him; I simply needed some sort of distraction to keep from answering his question! I didn’t even understand why it was so important for him to know; it definitely wouldn’t make the situation any better!
I could’ve lied and just threw some random name at him. He damn sure didn’t need to find out that I was fucking my best friend’s boyfriend! The problem was that no one else’s name came to me, at least not one that would be believable! As more tears fell, I heard him finally get up and open the door.
“… Fine. You’ll get documents in the mail…” his voice was shaky as he closed the door. I angrily wiped at my tears and tried to finish up packing. This… I never signed up for this shit!
By the time I was getting ready to board, my mind and my vision was slightly fuzzy; it may or may not had been an excellent idea to have a few shots while waiting in the airport! The first two had burned like a bitch, almost making me spit them back out! By the time the bartender poured my fifth one, I had learned my lesson and went for something slightly smoother. It was too late, though; the inside of my stomach was burning but it warmed me. The idea of trying to walk straight and not slur weighed heavier than the ordeal that prompted me to drink in the first place; I had no more real worries.
The first telltale sign that should’ve told me not to continue was the bubbling in my stomach. But, nope; in my half drunken stupor, I came up with the greatest idea ever: I bought a few mini bottles and hid them. None of the flight attendants suspected a thing! By the time the plane had landed, I barely knew where I was… or where I had come from!
The terminal had started to waver a bit and I knew I wouldn’t be able to drive no further than across the street! I sat my drunk ass in the first seat I saw and pulled out my phone.
“Doc! You’re back in Memphis?”
“I… I need a favor…” I giggled at the sound of myself slurring.
“Whoa; you okay? You been drinking?”
“Yes! Could you come pick me up? Fuck driving I can barely fucking see!”
“… Um… where are you…?”
“The airport. You coming? I can’t drive Tabs…”
“I’ll… I can get J’onn to…”
“No! God… he can’t see me like this… I want you to come get me! Teleport your ass here! You’re gonna have to carry me…”
“Jesus; how much did you drink?!”
“… I dunno… shots…”
“Oh, fuck me…”
“Not now baby maybe when you get me home…” once I threw my head back in laughter, the room spun slightly; fuck… bad idea…
“Oh, eww!”
The rest of the conversation was a blur. Well, more like I didn’t remember it… or I didn’t let Tabs talk! Because for some reason, she didn’t want to come pick me up. What the hell was her problem? Her best friend was in need; what was more important?! I didn’t have much time to think about it; all I knew was that there was some man standing in front of me as if he was looking me over. Oh… this guy was cute! Before any naughty thoughts went through my mind, I saw that he shook his head at me… like he was taking pity! I usually didn’t speak my mind much but Jack Daniels and his buddies Paul Masson, Jim Beam and their girlfriends were egging me on!
“I dunno who you are but you got no right to look at me like that! I don’t need your fucking pity…”
“I am not taking pity on you. I’m just wondering why.” his voice… his awfully familiar voice sent shivers up and down my spine. There was only one voice capable of doing that. I squinted at him; I don’t know: I thought that by doing so would bring out his Martian attributes!
“… J’onn…?”
“Yes.”
“Shit… I told her not to tell you!” I complained, rolling my eyes. Well, he was already there… I got up but J’onn immediately tried to steady me; guess I stumbled or something, “Yep… you’re gonna have to carry me… or at least walk reeeally close…”
“I have no problem with that.”
The spinning motion in my head increased little by little on the eerily quiet trip to my house. I tried to think about things to talk about, things like: I didn’t know that Martians knew how to drive! Then again, he had adapted to our culture perfectly; why wouldn’t he know how to drive?
“… How are you this intoxicated; your flight was only thirty minutes!” I found it sexy that he had a hint of a surprised tone. I glanced over at him; he was still shape shifted as a human man… and boy did he look good!
“I… may or may not have had a few before my flight…”
“Please define ‘a few’.”
“… I lost count after six… then the Three Wise Men wanted to join the party on the plane!”
“The… Three Wise Men…?”
“Jack Jim and Paul! We had ourselves a good ol’ time!”
“Have you ate anything?”
“A burger… I think…”
“You ‘think’? Jamila…”
“Wha? You can feed me all you want when we get home how’s that?” I couldn’t help that drinking and being around him… made me suddenly horny! I placed my hand on his thigh and made my way up slowly. J’onn quickly removed it, “Aw you didn’t miss me while I was gone?”
“It’s not that. Let’s… just get you home…”
The only thing on my mind was letting him drive that green cock deep inside of me; those thoughts quickly disappeared as we pulled into the driveway. Standing on the porch was both Tabs and Wally…

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I don’t know why but I had to see it for myself. Wait… I did know why; I just wanted to see her! She was gone for an entire week and… I missed her. There were no specific plans; it just would’ve been really nice to hang out with her once more. Trust me: I wanted to tell her something but knowing that her and Big Green were probably having sex all over the entire house… I had a slight change of mind!
I was concerned. Tabby had told me that she was back in town… but was drunk off her ass! It wasn’t even noon… and her plane trip wasn’t that long; what the hell did she drink on the plane?! The real question should’ve been: what happened in Alabama to make her drink…? I had a bad feeling about it.
Did I have a problem with her drinking? No; she never displayed a dependency on it. Besides, we had knocked a few back plenty of times! But, doc was a social drinker and never the one to just drink on impulse. We both waited on the porch and lit up when we saw her Mariner pull into the driveway. I could tell that she was drunk before he could put the car in park: the lopsided smirk, the way she swayed; damn, she was loaded! I glanced over at Tabby.
“Holy fuck! Something bad must’ve happened on her trip!”
“You got that feeling, too? Poor ba… Mila…” I tried to figure out different scenarios that would cause her to drink. We made our way to the car and I opened the passenger door. I… wasn’t prepared for it; she smelt like a bar! Jamila giggled as she tried to look at me.
“Wally!” she slurred. Holy shit; she was as drunk as Tabby explained! She was known to exaggerate and I was hoping that this was one of those times, “God I missed you guys! Come here help me…” so glad that I was right there; the crazy woman tried to leap out of her seat! We stumbled back a bit before I steadied her as she wrapped her arms around my neck. If only she wasn’t so wasted, that little move would’ve made me happy!
“Whoa! Careful… I’m taking that you need help inside?”
“Nooo… I just wanna be close to you!” she tried to give me a seductive look. Regardless of how drunk she was, the very idea of it made me harden slightly.
“Woo; flirty drunk!” Tabby waggled her eyebrows towards the two of us. I didn’t understand it; if any of us teased her, she would turn beet red! I tried to stifle a laugh and looked over at J’onn… who was eyeing us with this strange look. I couldn’t tell if it was concern or jealousy. Then again, I could never tell with him! To play it safe, I took it as a warning stare and removed her arms from my neck.
“Why don’t we get nice and cozy inside, eh? Tabby got your bag…”
“You so cute Wallace…” she took me off guard yet again. They say that you spoke the absolute truth when you were drunk. I laughed to keep from blushing as much.
“Thanks, babe… I know…”
“Wait… ‘babe’? You called her babe?”
“Don’t you start…” I warned Tabby as we went inside. I put Jamila on the couch as Tabby went in the kitchen.
“Alright… bring out the wine glasses…”
“What we celebrating?” I really hoped that Tabitha wasn’t taking out a wine bottle; it was the last thing that she needed!
“… My divorce…”
“Wait… what?” I looked at her.
“Yep. He gave me the papers this morning. So… I’m a free woman… with no kids…” her voice lowered.
“… Doc…”
“Are you saying that… he has custody of the children?” J’onn asked carefully.
“Sole custody. He said that no judge would give me shared… cuz of you guys. That me being friends with you will always put them in danger…”
“That… that ain’t true. He knows that I…”
“He knows shit! Cuz if he knew… I wouldn’t be drunk! So… here’s to freedom and Albert Charles Lindsey getting everything he could possibly want! Tabs where’s my drink…?”
“… I’m… I’m sorry, doc. You’re cut off…” Tabitha just looked at her. Jamila huffed and attempted to get up from the couch.
“Well fuck you ‘bartender’ I’ll get it myself…” she wobbled as she stood. Before I could help, J’onn caught her and put her back on the couch. She glared at him, opened her mouth to protest but suddenly slumped sideways. Tabitha gasped for me.
“Doc!”
“… She’s asleep.” J’onn simply stared at her.
“Please tell me that was your doing!”
“Yes. She’s had entirely too much alcohol in a short period of time.”
“So… we just let her… sleep it off…?”
“She needs it out of her system. I induced sleep so she would not put up a fight.” he gently scooped her up. Damn; he was always so quick on his toes! I mean, it wasn’t like she was my woman but I had those urges telling me that she should’ve been… and I should’ve been the one picking her up.
I knew that something bad happened in Alabama… just never imagined it was that bad! I guess we all should’ve known that divorce was imminent; he probably felt pretty damn betrayed by her staying in Memphis. But, I had seen how she was with her children. I saw the despair in her eyes the first time they were kidnapped and the joy when they were returned, unharmed. Jamila was a damn good mother; how in the hell could anyone think otherwise?! That damn man could’ve at least did shared custody…
And what was it that she mentioned? Because she hung around us? He blamed all of this on us?! Tabitha couldn’t help who she was now and who she was affiliated with. And, we’ve saved the earth countless of times; too many for me to even begin to actually number! We couldn’t keep up fully if some random douche wanted to threaten her husband over some shit he had no clue about! Alright; maybe she should’ve left. But, if people were stupid enough to threaten the family in Memphis… what made him think they would be safer anywhere else, especially if we had no clue of their whereabouts?
“M-Maybe she needs to be conscious for that. I don’t feel right making her throw up in her sleep…”
“You would rather fight her than do this peacefully?” J’onn asked. Tabitha shrugged and smirked.
“I’m stronger than her; think I can take her on!”
“I think Tabby’s right. I’d feel better if she was awake when we force her.” I agreed. J’onn looked at the both of us and sighed. We followed him upstairs and into her bedroom bathroom. I had to admire how gentle he was with her as he positioned her to the side of the toilet. Even if he hadn’t induced sleep, I didn’t think that she would’ve woken up! Tabby and I stood in the doorway as he placed his hand on her forehead, attempting to wake her.
“Jamila…” he tried. Her eyes shifted under her eyelids as she let out an exasperated breath. She rested her head on the toilet seat.
“… Hmm…?”
“You need to get the alcohol out of your system.” he gently told her. Maybe she would simply comply, just to get things over with. I kept my sigh inside as she drunkenly shook her head.
“Mmm… don’t need to throw up…” she pushed away from the toilet and tried to steady her weight on the side of the tub. J’onn tried to guide her back to the toilet.
“You need to…”
“I don’t need to throw up!” her anger came out abruptly. She pushed him away as hard as she could, “Just leave me the fuck alone!”
“We promise you’ll feel a hell of a lot better once you…”
“I don’t wanna feel better I want my babies back!!” she actually cried and my heart simply dropped. It was similar to when the triplets had been kidnapped only this time, I could see and feel the despair. Drunk or not, she still felt the pain.
“I know that you do. You will get them back, but…”
“Will I? How do you know?! Are you psychic? You can see into the fucking future?! It was right there in black and white: I ain’t gettin’ em back!!” she glared at J’onn. Maybe we should’ve done things his way; the more truth she spoke, the more my heart ached.
“Please… do not make me force you.” his muttered plea was met with a laugh.
“Tabs he’s so cute when he’s forceful ain’t he?” she glanced our way. I had never seen Tabby so red before in the years that I’d known her!
“U-U-Uh… I… doc…” she quickly looked away. My eyes widened at her; Tabitha Lyght liked it rough…
“Jesus Christ; you’re a freak…”
“S-S-SHUT UP!!” she rushed. It prompted Mila to laugh even more. J’onn putting his hand on the back of her neck made her abruptly stop. When she lurched forward, I was thankful that the toilet was right there! She eventually started crying as she puked; the sounds made my stomach turn and my heart ache even more as I turned away slightly.
When all I heard was her crying and cussing, I turned to look at her. She was pissed; I had never seen her like that before. Jamila wanted nothing to do with J’onn but she was too weak to push him away. She tried, though; I gave her that! She called him everything except a child of God but he still wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. And then she wailed. It was worse than the time I found her crying uncontrollably in her car; this was more heart wrenching. Tabby clasped her hands over her mouth to keep from crying but I saw that her own eyes glistened.
“J-Jamila…” I choked out. The words couldn’t form. They wanted to but part of me knew that she wasn’t listening to anything. Big Green was right; we should’ve done this while she was passed out. I expected to see his usual stoic look when he turned to us. But, it was a concerned and sympathetic one.
“Go. I will stay with her.” his thoughts entered my mind. When I saw Tabby nod and turn away, I knew that she got the same message. I guided her to the hallway where she took a deep breath and shook her head.
“… I’ve… never seen her like that…”
“What did you expect; those three are her fucking life!” Tabitha surprisingly spat out. Her tears finally fell but she was glaring, “Who fucking does that?! She ain’t a bad mother!” she was fuming. I was never there to see Tabby lose it but I knew it was happening; the brightness in her eyes had all but vanished. She tried to control her breathing, her temper but it wasn’t working; more tears fell from her eyes.
“I know she isn’t. Tabby…”
“He needs to fucking know it!!” she turned away and stormed down the stairs. I didn’t know what to do, how to feel. Maybe she should’ve swallowed her pride and went with her family. But I seriously believed it wouldn’t change anything. Doc would be miserable knowing that she simply ran away from a situation instead of facing it; I knew she would. Get a divorce, fine; that was understandable. But don’t take her kids away from her! Tabby was absolutely right; he needed to know that this wasn’t our intentions.
And then it hit me. I just let a very enraged Tabitha leave. A woman with deadly lightning powers who was prone to blackout rages had just stormed out the house. ……… Oh… shit…
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