Broken Bond - Pt. 3 May 27, 2021 2:30:59 GMT
Post by Adrianna Salvatore on May 27, 2021 2:30:59 GMT
Chicago, IllinoisThere was an adage that people often quoted. How did it go, exactly? “Everyone has a plan until they get punched in the face”? Or was it, “you can tell a lot about a person based on how they take a punch to the face”? Adrianna wasn’t sure how it went in that exact moment. The second she opened the bedroom door, there came the fist, smashing her square in the face and knocking her back. Pain shot through her head, her eyes watered up and she blinked away the blurriness enough to recognize Morgan kick her door open and come storming into her and Sophia’s bedroom.
“Shit! Morg?! What the fuck!”
“Why’d you do it?!”
Adrianna essentially forgot details in the moment as she was still rocked from the punch. Regardless, Morgan didn’t like that answer. Not one bit. She stepped in and clamped her hands down on the sides of her neck between her traps and the actual sides of her neck itself. Adrianna felt Morgan adjusting into a Clinch as she pushed her back, trying to trap her into a corner of the wall. She got her hands up between Morgan’s arms and pried them apart; she locked her hands around the back of Morgan’s neck and slung her to the side with all her might. She hit the wall and started to immediately come at her again, pausing when Adrianna got her hands up at the ready. The two women kept their eyes locked on the other, ready to defend or attack at a single blink.
“I’m gonna ask you again: What. The. Fuck?”
“And I’mma ask you again! Why?!”
“Why’d you do it, Addy? Risa! Why did you do it?!”
Adrianna’s brow furrowed and she relaxed her stance. Just a bit. Enough to stay ready in case Morgan moved on her again. Adrianna snorted, adjusting her footing some.
“Do you really have to ask that question, Morgan?”
Oh. Well. That did it. It may not have been the reaction Adrianna was trying to get out of her childhood friend but she was ready for it. Morgan let out a guttural cry and lunged. Fists came flying. Adrianna backed away as Morgan advanced. She ducked, bobbed and weaved to avoid catching a fist across the head. Adrianna felt her back press up against the bedroom door. Morgan’s fist came flying right at her. She jerked her head aside and the fist went right through the cheap, flimsy wood. Adrianna went for the opening while Morgan’s hand was trapped and tackled her backwards into the wall. The latter began driving elbows across the back of the shoulders of the former. Adrianna gritted her teeth and bore it, starting to throw closed fists to the ribs. Morgan pushed in some with her footing and wrapped an arm around her neck, going for a standing Guillotine choke.
“Are you...fucking kidding?”
Adrianna choked out between gasps for breath before locking her arms around Morgan’s waist and just jerked upwards. People liked to say “wrestling moves” don’t work in a “real fight.” Well, some of them did! Especially a Northern Lights Suplex, though it was really more along the lines of Adrianna snapping Morgan up off of her feet and throwing her over her shoulder and onto, she thought the floor, but she heard Morgan go crashing across the top of the dresser. Adrianna put a hand to her neck, sucking in big gulps of air as she turned towards her impromptu opponent with a growing look of annoyance on her face. Morgan picked herself up off of the floor...and the two were right back at it. Fists flew back and forth. Elbows. Knees. Kicks. This was no contact sport match between two professionals in front of thousands of fans. There was no record or prize on the line here. This was just what it would have looked like had anyone come across them at this moment. This was a fight. Plain and simple, it was a knock down, drag out, fight between two people who once had a sisterly bond with one another. The longer it went on, the angrier both sides got and the more they dished back what they were given.
Neither of them had any idea how long they’d been coming to blows but by the time the hostilities subsided, they stood at opposite sides of the living room, surrounded by the mess they had made in their showdown. Adrianna sat on the floor against the couch. Directly across from her, Morgan sat against the wall. Eyes on one another. Both of them beat to shit. Morgan dug into her cargo pants pocket and dug out her Newports. She sparked one up and, after a moment of hesitation, tossed the pack over to Adrianna. The muscled blonde considered it before digging one out and tossed the pack back, caught the lighter next, lit it, and tossed it back to Morgan. Adrianna took a long drag, exhaling the smoke, licking a cut on her lip.
“...So…?” Adrianna broke the silence, shrugging with just her hands at Morgan.
“...So…?” Morgan shrugged back and Adrianna looked at her in disbelief.
“What’d you do, wake up this morning, decide to hop a plane and come jump me in my own home? You should fucking know better than that, Morg. Get your ass shot pulling that bullshit.” Adrianna winced as she went to take another drag and touched that cut on her lip.
“Don’t be stupid, A. Yanno why I’m ‘ere.” Pause. Heavy drag. Exhale. “What da fuck’re ya doin’?”
“November, 2019! You know what the fuck I’m doing! Now who’s being stupid? You were there. You exactly what I’m doing, Morgan! I say I’m gonna do something; I do it. When have you ever known me to do anything but? Huh?” Adrianna’s eyes never left Morgan as she took a long, angry drag from her cigarette and forced the smoke out in an angry huff. “Fucking when, Morg?!”
“A’IGHT!!! A’ight…. Never.” Morgan sighed. The blind rage had subsided but the deep seeded anger was still there. “I get what ya endgame is. Believe me, I feel you. Shit, Nico’s practically my fuckin’ brother, too. Don’t fuckin’ gimme dat look.” Morgan said as Adrianna raised her eyebrows and nodded her head as if to say ‘imagine that!’ “I ain’t gonna say shit, Addy, if you decide to snap somethin’ on Crowley and leave him in a hospital bed for a year. Fuck, I prolly wouldn’t be pissed if ya left Kate in a fuckin’ neckbrace. But...Ris. Why Ris?”
Adrianna listened intently as Morgan spoke. She sat there with her eyes closed, rubbing her nose between the bridge and one eye. “I said, from the very beginning, that when I decided to move on House Crowley, it was gonna be Arma-fucking-geddon for their asses. Scorched Earth. Nothing left. I said that nobody...nobody...better get in my fucking way. Nobody. Doesn’t matter who they are. If they’re not with me, they can stay the fuck out of my way.”
Morgan shook her head, watching her in disbelief. “Tsk...Addy...you keep goin’ da way you went last night, ya ain’t gonna have anybody wif you! Yanno how many people you pissed off last night alone?”
“Oh, fuck them!” Adrianna snapped, looking up from the floor between her knees.
“Why, because Crowley’s new little pet kitten decided she wanted to be a bad bitch and try the meanest one in the valley? Because she tried and failed and I stuck to my word? She asked Santiago for the match. I said from the very start that anyone in league with House Crowley and/or anyone who gets in my goddamn way, will get no mercy. Your little friend? Girlfriend? Side piece? Whatever the fuck she is? Because I’ve never seen you go to bat this hard for someone before. You sure as fuck never got this worked up with Nico had his goddamn shoulder ripped out of the socket. So, Risa? She should have known what she was getting into. Shit, all you motherfuckers that act like you give a damn, you could have talked her out of it. But no, she had to go and try to prove herself. Or maybe you all thought I was bluffing when I said how serious I am. Maybe, next time, you stupid bastards will heed my goddamn words!”
Pause. Adrianna stared hard at Morgan from across the living room.
“So, fuck Risa, fuck all of her sore ass friends who are so goddamn shocked that I stuck by what I said, fuck Anton Crowley, fuck his little sobriety coin camwhore that’s about as delusional as he is, and while we’re on the subject? Fuck you!”
Another beat as Adrianna inhales and lets out a shaky breath, staring daggers over at Morgan.
“Now, get the fuck out of my house.”
Morgan sat there, practically in utter disbelief. The woman sitting over across from her. It was like she didn’t even know her anymore. She swallowed some air and let out a deep exhale of her own, trying to steel herself.
“So dat’s it? No listenin’ to reason, n’at? Knowin’ how Crowley gets up in people’s heads, ya just considerin’ people like Risa a lost cause? Nevermind da fact ya almost ended a human life, last night, yeah?”
The woman said nothing in response. She didn’t need to. Morgan could tell from the look in her eyes that there was no reaching her. Not now. Not today. Perhaps not ever. Morgan fought back the sting of tears in her eyes as she painfully pushed herself to her feet.
“A’ight, Addy.” She sighed. “Dis how ya wanna do it, I dunno what da fuck t’do anymore. Just ask yaself one thing. You doin’ dis for Nico, yeah? But is dis how he wants you t’do it.”
Pause. Adrianna just stared at her. Morgan sighed.
“Think abaht dat….’
Morgan stuck another cigarette in her mouth as she turned, slowly walking to and out the front door. She closed it behind her as Adrianna just sat there, watching her go with that cold, empty look in her eyes.