A simple call

Chapter 2: Theory

6 AM arrived all too soon for her. You can't really tell how tired you are or were until you wake up the next morning. She had slept so soundly her eyes were practically glued shut, not that she wanted to open them anyway. The pillow was so warm, and soft, and ...... not actually a pillow. Abby had somehow managed to nestle herself into the crook of Marcus' arm with her head resting on his shoulder. Which was surprisingly comfortable ... for a shoulder. She needed to get Clarke up and ready for school, but she had no idea when Marcus was supposed to get up. Any attempt to untangle from him would surely wake him.

The door swung open and bright light filled the room. "Next time you wanna leave your phone downstairs Dad. Turn off the alarm. Some of us don't like..... woah sorry, Ms.Griffin I didn't realize you were in here." A flush of shame filled the 16-year old's cheeks for waking her up so violently. "It's ok Bell, I needed to get up anyway. Are the girls up yet?" The red dissipated, replaced with a sleepy smile. "Clarke should be attempting to drag Octavia out of bed as we speak. I'll be heading down to get breakfast ready now." Neither of them made any attempt to hush their voices, yet Marcus was still sound asleep. A mess of dark hair appeared in the space Bellamy had just vacated. "Octavia. Can you help me wake your father up?" She perked up instantly, a devilish smirk taking up her lips. A silent apology was given when Octavia proceed to stick her finger in her mouth then in Marcus' ear. " Good morning father."

"One question. Why?" He rubbed his face, then his ear trying to get rid of the wetness.

"Sorry Marcus, I tried to wake you up gently. Octavia was a last resort."

***

The morning went smoothly, all five of them worked like a well-oiled machine. Bellamy did breakfast, Marcus did coffee, and the girls made lunches. Despite the fact, there were 3 more people to get ready Abby made it out of the house 15 minutes before she normally did. Traffic was non-existent, another anomaly. It seemed like the universe was finally giving her some slack.

Emphasis on was. Because he was standing right there in the lobby, waiting. All she could do was avoid eye contact and try to get to her office as quickly and as calmly as possible. But of course, that didn't work because he decided to step right in front of her almost running into her. "Please step out of the way sir." Her words were ice, completely monotone. Not a speck of emotion.

"Would you just listen to me for five minutes. It's all I ask. Please?"

"I have work to do, you don't seem to be injured. Therefore my presence is unnecessary." She takes two steps forward before he grabs her wrist, breaking her resolve. " Don't touch me!"

"I'm not leaving until you hear me out." The receptionist, a young man named John, gives her a worried glance. She nods in response, he moves pressing a concealed button. Signaling the security staff to the disturbance. 2 minutes later Jake is being dragged out of the lobby. She made it to her office and sat down, removing the paperwork from her bag, finding a new document. It was the restraining order, ready to fill out. The sticky note attached to the sheet read:

Just In case. Fill out what you know. Leave the legal mumbo jumbo to me.

Normally she would've waited to fill it out, but she was fueled by anger. Anger at him in general, for attacking her at work, for thinking he deserved to give an 'explanation.' For just being around her in any capacity.

"He deserves this."

"Who deserves what?" The pen she'd been in the process of opening flies out of her hand. "Dear god Jackson you scared me."