Narrative: Unexpected Visitor Characters: Tabitha Smith. NPCs: Martin Louis Smith. Location: Visitor's Area, MDC. Timeline: Tuesday, September 10. Description: Papa Smith pays his baby girl a visit. Rating: Tabitha's potty mouth.
Tabitha's visitor today wasn't Greer with new make-up products or Neena with outside world news or Harry with cupcakes. It was the past that somehow managed to catch up with her. She stopped short behind the chair and met the eyes of a man she hadn't seen in two years.
This wasn't right. She was supposed to have gotten away from him, from his taunting, his mockery, his abuse. Yet here was Martin Smith, looking at her with cruel eyes and unearthing too much that she tried to bury. She could guess how, after all these years, he'd found out where she was. Stupid YouTube. Stupid Internet. Stupid news. Four hundred some miles weren't enough to keep blood apart.
A part of her - a stupid, stupid part of her - actually felt pissed off that it took him that long to drag his ass to New York. It'd been close to a month since she made her debut on the news circuit. She wondered if he even wanted to see her in the first place. If she knew anything about Martin, it was that he didn't go anywhere that didn't benefit him somehow. So, why? What was he after now? Maybe he wasn't after anything monetary. Maybe he was only here to fill his sick desire to mock her. She could already hear the words that were going to spill out of his hateful mouth.
"I never wanted you." "You ruined my life." "This is what you deserve for bein' a mutant." "I hope they leave you here to rot."
Screw that. She wasn't gonna sit here and listen to this man's abuse and let him wound her again. She walked away from that. Even if she was face-to-face with him now, it didn't mean anything. She was free. She was free.
She strolled up to the glass panel and smirked when Martin seemed to stiffen as he reached for the phone and waited. She didn't pick up the phone receiver. She wasn't going to let him get a word in. She was going to do the talking from here on. She lifted her arms and flipped off Martin with both hands. Then as loudly as she could, so the entire visitor's area could hear her, she shouted, "FUCK YOU." For the finishing touch, she slammed her fists against the glass panel, taking in the thrill of seeing Martin jerk back in fear.
Then the CO was hauling her off and telling her that her visitation privilege was hereby suspended. No more Greer. No more Neena or Harry. Or even Julian. But it was worth it. Getting away from him again. It was worth it.