Holy Mary.

[Willie Vanderhyde]

Life.

Love.

A family.

A future...

All things that Willie wanted and all things that Willie had never thought she would have. But she had it. She had Erin...and he had given her two perfect baby girls. They were engaged. They were planning their wedding. They were planning the rest of their lives together. And Willie was so happy.

But something was still in the way.

And that something was the trauma she held on to. The pain of knowing for months of her life, she had been held hostage via love potions. She had been used and abused. There had been a man in her bed that she never wanted there. And while he was jailed for his crimes (and countless others he had been implicated in), Willie knew she needed to confront this demon and rip it out of her life once and for all.

Of course she had been honest with Erin about where she was going. And of course he wanted to go with her. But this was a battle she needed to fight on her own. So here she was...the mountainous walls of Azkaban looming in front of her. The world around her seemed cold. She shuddered slightly and pressed on anyway.

And once she was lead to a cell...she saw him. Rage bubbled beneath her skin and she stepped closer to the bars...staring down the man who had abused her for months. Her mouth ran dry and she couldn't bring herself to say anything. But there he was.

[Jeff Monier]

Jeff had come to terms with spending his life in Azkaban. He didn't think that what he did warranted being behind the walls that previously held those like Bellatrix Lestrange and Barty Crouch Jr, known murderers. He hadn't killed anyone to his knowledge…he supposed that's what kept him from the kiss. Blinking slowly he sat on the edge of his cell cot with his hands pressed together, the L shape between his thumb and pointer was where his chin rested.

Being in prison made him really reflect on everything he'd done. But the thing about Jeff was that he didn't regret any of it. He recognized pretty faces in his head, but he was never able to put a name to it. Living in that mansion in the mountains? Being engaged to Roxanne. Two things he did remember since the monetary output was so high for both. This was a far cry from both.

A clank on the bars of his cell caused his eyes to flash open. One of the guards said something about a visitor, but Jeff wasn't sure who it would be…his father was murdered by one of Mickey's guys and he was the only family he had left. But the person who approached the bars wasn't anyone…good. He knew she was here for trouble. Jeff sighed. ”Come to demand child support or something, have you? Or let me know how I ruined your life?” Jeff couldn't be bothered to move other than to drop his hands into his lap.

[Willie Vanderhyde]

Come to demand child support or something?

Willie sneered, her lip curling in pure disgust. The rest of his words were just as repulsive and for a moment, she just stared at him. What the hell was this? She had spent months drowning in her trauma...over this? After a moment, a pleased smirk graced her lips and her arms crossed smugly over her chest as her perfectly manicured claws came to rest on her own arms. How could she have been so worked up...over this.

"Bold of you to assume you're important enough to ruin a life...I just came to ensure the cell you were going to rot in was adequate."

She lifted a hand, signaling to the guard.

"This cell is too nice...move him to one closer to the dementors for me, please."

She tossed the guard a coy wink and it seemed to do the trick as the guard smiled and nodded. Whether or not he actually would do it wasn't just Ky's decision...she doesn't God mode. But Willie hoped the notion was enough to relay to Jeff just how powerless he was. And as her dark eyes turned back to him...Willie sized him up. It made sense that he had to drug her. The likes of him couldn't have won her over any other way.

"My life is bliss...I have a home...a husband...two perfect daughters, the likes of which a man like you could never father..."

Willie paused, her smirk bolder.

"I just needed to ensure you were miserable before I moved on with my life."

[Jeff Monier]

Jeff didn’t know what Willie’s point was to coming here. He was locked up. He wasn’t going anywhere. He just raised a brow when she told the guard to put him in a smaller cell closer to the dementors, and he just chuckled a little. Of course the guard was going to oblige, but he wasn’t going to beg her for mercy. He wasn’t going anywhere…we’ll reiterate that. He wasn’t going anywhere and his father hadn’t even tried to help him get out.

Willie started talking about her family, and y’know, fine. Good for her. It was kind of unfortunate for her that she had been so easy to take advantage of, and unfortunate for him that she had such good friends willing to risk it to help her out. Perhaps he tuned her out a bit as she talked about it all, about how he could never be a good father or something like that. Jeff never wanted children, so…that part didn’t really matter to him too much.

“I just needed to ensure you were miserable before I moved on with my life.”

”Congratulations, I am.” he looked at her finally, holding his hands out to show her how glamorous of a life he was living. ”I’m living my best life.” he looked at his hands, dirty from not being able to clean up. ”I haven’t seen the outside since you got me locked up in here. I haven’t eaten a warm meal since I got locked up in here. Are you happy? Is that what you wanted to hear?” Jeff didn’t raise his voice or over-dramatize…he was literally just talking, straight, calm.