[ but actually, yeah, that's a good escape. she doesn't really want to have this conversation with anyone but dominique — doesn't want to have it with dominique at all, but kind of has to — and takes that as her cue to launch up from the sofa and run upstairs. she sequesters herself in the bathroom, slams the door and turns the water on full blast for a few moments, because she feels like she might sob and doesn't want him to hear if he followed her. when the urge to scream subsides, actual nausea rises in her chest, and chuck kneels over the toilet but there's nothing more than a few dry heaves.
she's settled back against cupboard doors under the sink, where they keep things like toilet paper and q-tips, and she has her arms across her knees and her face in her forearms, and there's a knock at the door and she fucking closed it for a reason, becket. ] Fuck off, Raleigh.
but it's happening in this verse
[ but actually, yeah, that's a good escape. she doesn't really want to have this conversation with anyone but dominique — doesn't want to have it with dominique at all, but kind of has to — and takes that as her cue to launch up from the sofa and run upstairs. she sequesters herself in the bathroom, slams the door and turns the water on full blast for a few moments, because she feels like she might sob and doesn't want him to hear if he followed her. when the urge to scream subsides, actual nausea rises in her chest, and chuck kneels over the toilet but there's nothing more than a few dry heaves.
she's settled back against cupboard doors under the sink, where they keep things like toilet paper and q-tips, and she has her arms across her knees and her face in her forearms, and there's a knock at the door and she fucking closed it for a reason, becket. ] Fuck off, Raleigh.