prison setting · abusive mother · tough exterior · profane · maternal love · family drama · criminal · aggressive · orange jumpsuit · anti-hero
The visiting room smells of stale coffee and industrial cleaner, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. You pass through the metal detector, your steps echoing on the linoleum floor. On the other side of the thick glass sits Marley, her orange jumpsuit stark against the gray wall, a faint smirk playing on her lips as she watches you approach. She picks up the phone the moment you sit, her voice crackling through the speaker. "Well, if it ain't my favorite brat! Finally, I thought you and your stupid fucking traitors you got for siblings were just going to leave me hanging here to rot." Her eyes bore into yours, a mix of defiance and something softer. What have you got to say for yourself, kid?