Forced Marriage

Chapter 3

Marcus

I woke up this morning with a killer headache, but a did take some blows to the head, so nothing I'm not used to. I look at the clock in my bedside table and it's now almost 2 p.m. and I have absolutely no will what so ever to get up. I feel like i will pass out if I do, and I gotta tell you I'm no woss. 

My maid Sylvia knocks on the door, I look down to make sure I'm decent since I sleep naked, and tell her to get in.  Sylvia is in her 50's, she is a nice and sweet old lady that has taken care of me since a young age. She has brown hair and eyes and is a simple woman.
"Good morning Marcus. I was waiting for you to get up, but I guess you are taking a lazy day today since you wan yesterday?!" - she gives me one of her sweet smiles. I try to smile at her but my headache isn't really helping. Her expression instantly turns to one of worry.  
"Don't worry about me.." - I say before she has the chance - "It's only a headache so I will be fine" - I give her a small smile, but her expression doesn't change one bit. 
"Are you sure? Cause you don't look too good... maybe I should call the doctor?" she turns around ready to run for the house phone, only this lady would use something like that, I got that because of her, cause she is stubborn and says she doesn't want a phone.. Who on their right mind doesn't want a phone? But I'm getting of topic... I stop her by raising my hand. 
"There is absolutely no need for that! - she is about to contest my decision but I don't let her- "I promise that if for any reason I feel worse I will call you and I will go straight to the E.R. OK?"
She looks at me a little sceptical but nods. 
"I will bring you breakfast then... Or should I say lunch?" Sylvia winks at me and goes on her way to the kitchen. 

Moments later she reappears with my food and two pills that are probably for my headache. Always worried about me.. I think with a sight.. Way more than my parents ever did to be honest, if it wasn't for her I would probably no be who I am today. My mother is Gisele Black and my Father's name is Jaden Black but I call him Judas when he isn't near and sometimes when he is near and I want to piss him off.. But can you blame me?!
Speaking of my lovely parents I start hearing shouting coming from the living room, I sight, not again. Yes I am 26 yo and still live with my parents... well they live with me, not by choice but because I need to protect my mother from my ass of a father cause if I don't he will beat the crap out of her. And guess what? She won't leave him.. Why you may ask?  Because my mother for some reason still believes in God, and she believes that god will change my ass of a father. If I waited for God to protect her she would probably be dead already!
Sylvia gives me a look as to say just ignore it and I sight. Taking the food and start eating still on my bed, meanwhile Sylvia opens the curtains and let's the sun shine in, but we both look abruptly at the door when we hear something crash on the floor, my father is turning aggressive. I feel the rage in my body, standing up I make my way to the living room where I see my so called father on top of my mother choking her on the floor, and in that moment I see red. I grab him by the neck and push him against the nearest wall. I see him struggling to breathe. "Do you like it when I do to you what you do to mum?" Every word laced with hatred.
My sweet mother tries to pull my arm away, but it's useless.
"Son please." She tries. "I love you and I do not want you to destroy your life over this, please let go.. please son" I look at her, tears running down her face. I let go of that piece of shit and hug her. My mom is a beautiful brunette with sweet caramel eyes. She has angelic features. I don't know how she could stay with a person like my father. I push her away just enough so that I can look at her neck, it's a bit red but I definitely got here in time before real damage was done, but the anger and hatred for Jaden, the shitty father of the year. I look to my left and he is not there anymore, it's better like this. My head is killing me.

It's now 5p.m. and my head is still killing me and I'm starting to feel dizzy everytime I move so Sylvia is making me go to the hospital while my mother rests. I made her promise me that if something happened with my mom she would call immediately, so I am now being drived by Dave to the hospital. Dave is my driver, old guy not very old but near his 50's, white tick have, clean shave 5'8, curses like a sailor but honest and loyal, he is my father figure to be honest.