The Homeless Heart

Chapter 17

I looked at my phone which was all Thomas except one phone call from Marco that weird he never usually calls me I was just talking to him what could np he possibly want to talk about now it's not like i don't want to talk to him it's just....weird but whatever I decided to call him back so it wouldn't look like I didn't want to talk to him "ring ring" "hey Marco what's wrong" "uh...um....he says coughing can.....you come over now please"
"Okay" I didn't even hesitate he sounds in pain like a lot.

I ran downstairs "mom dad I'm going to a friends house!" "What friend" my dad asks "just a friend" I said running. Out the door.

I knocked on the door a couple of times until a beaten up Marco reus opened the door "oh my gosh what happened to you" I said walking in the house "nothing........I was just wondering why your still with him" he said in a mumble but I could still hear him "I don't.....I don't even know either" we both made our way to the kitchen probably where the aid kit is he was trying to wash the blood off his face, he had a really bad cut on his cheek and a huge bruise "here let me" I took the wet cloth and carefully rubbed the blood off his face "thanks" he said quietly I was pretty good at this kind of stuff tp since I've studied a lot about cuts and bruises since I want to be a doctor when I'm older....well a little more older than now I mean. Our faces were so close to each other I just wanted to peck his lips just once but I knew it was going to be worse for him "did.....did Thomas do this" he sighed "honestly it doesn't matter- I cut him off "it does matter.....Marco your hurt" "so who cares it's not the first time" I wasn't sure what he meant did Thomas beat him up before. "You should probably get stitches for that you know" he help my hand making me stop clearing the blood we looked at eachother for a while a little too long. All of a sudden he snapped out of it "I'm sorry....I shouldn't have called you here it's a bad idea" "what why what did I do" we started walking out of the kitchen.....more like him. "It's not you" he held my shoulders "he's a danger to you, I am too you can't be here.....he's.....he's insane" I laughed "Marco listen if put up with him for three years I'm pretty sure I'm okay" "and let's go back into the kitchen your cut is still bleeding a lot" I say noticing blood running down his face

We walked back in the kitchen just finishing up a few cuts.

I was about to leave when Marco grabbed my wrist " Megan " he said standing closer to me inch by inch until I was against the wall "listen I....um....just wanted to say thank you" I laughed a bit looking at the ground when he listen my chin up to meet his eyes we looked at each other for a long time and