“Why would he interfere, he’s the one who contacted me in the first place,” Sophie says as she gets wearily to her feet.
“These things that’re happening can’t be anything more than doctors manipulation, maybe he’s watching on the outside, playing with us like we’re his FUCKING own personal toys!” Jarvier hisses through clenched teeth as he tightens his hands into fists before spinning around and looking into the sky. “You hear me TOWNS! I’M NOT PLAYING ANYMORE!”
“But why would he do that?”
“To be a fucking arsehole, it’s the only reason he needs.”
“I-I-I, I don’t think that’s why he would be interfering, I think it’d be a more practical reason. He’s a writer, and every move he’d make would be to advance the plot somehow, so I can only assume that if it’s not something to do with me, it’s something to do with you,” she says as she glares at Jarvier with her big blue eyes. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”
Jarvier smiles nervously and bites down on the flesh that surrounds his fingernails. “I swear to you th…” He thrusts forward with a devastating backhand that send her to the ground. “What the FUCK is it with you and your fucking pushy arsed female characters Towns? Bitch should’ve just kept her mouth shut and played her role. Now you’ve got to make a choice, the bitch or…”
It’s like the stomach churn you get from a lift at first and then every inch of his being feels like it’s ripped apart. When the world stops its assault Jarvier finds himself standing at the bottom of some steps that led up to an old mud brick home. Leaning against one of the porches support beams looking down upon him with a half eaten apple in his hand is Marty, “You can stop with all the profanity Jarvier, I’m listening“