Malia Tate | Teen Wolf (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} wantsherfurcoat) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} paradisolog,@ 2016-04-25 12:23:00 |
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WHAT: Anger, sadness, and feels
WHEN: This morning
WHERE: Isaac's shelter
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: Closed/Ongoing
When Malia had said she wanted to go home, that hadn't been pique or drama. She wanted to go home. She'd come here because she wanted to do good things, she wanted to make friends, and she wanted to be the start of something beautiful and new. None of that had happened. Instead, she was pregnant and an utter pariah. Everyone hated her. Or at least, it felt that way. She thought she was doing what everyone wanted when she disappeared into the woods this morning, but she'd been very, very wrong. It was just one more thing to add to a big list of fuck-ups. And her list of them was getting very, very impressive.
She hadn't expected Isaac to get so angry, but now that she thought about it, she understood why he had. Another fuck up. He was going to yell at her, and it was going to be the hardest thing she'd ever done not to yell back and escalate the fight. Her pride wanted her to do just that, to pick at his weak points and bring him down with her.
But that...wasn't the person she wanted to be. And he was right. She was the one in the wrong. She'd wronged him when she'd meant to do the opposite and if yelling at her made him feel better, then she needed to take it. She would take it.
So she sat on the bed, pulling one leg under her and running her hand over the quilt, anything to distract her troubled mind even a little. Malia had always had confidence. She'd always liked herself. But now...well, she didn't. She'd caused a huge mess and an even bigger one when she'd tried to fix it. This conversation with Isaac wasn't even going to be close to pleasant.
With a tired sigh, she brushed her hair out of her face, and waited for him to arrive.