Loving Marianna

Chapter Fifty- Six

Warning: smoking, violence, talks of abuse

After settling back in from the craziness of returning from space and then being arrested I finish a long but perfectly regular day at the bakery.

"You ready to go beautiful?" Peter (P) asks coming to pick me up after his day at college.

"Yup." I answer popping the p locking up and heading down the busy sidewalk hand in hand with Peter.

I cling closer to him resting my head on his shoulder as we walk. When we're almost home I notice a man selling magazines with my tear stained snot covered face plastered on the front. I pull him to the cart and flip through the pages finding the few that are dedicated to the court case. Pictures of my memories, of Aaron beating me, of his dead body are splayed across the pages.

Peter looks away when he sees pictures of my small frail beaten body.

"Please baby, I can't." His voice breaks. I put the magazine down and walk away seething. I know court cases are public. But Neptune does nobody have sympathy anymore.

When we get home I make a beeline for my room sneaking by my mates unnoticed. Peter tries to follow but I tell him he should have some dinner and he hangs his head but goes. I get into the shower and cry. I can't stop it, I don't want to. Since they dug around in my memories my emotions have been all over the place and seeing my abuse literally in a picture definitely set me off. Once I finish crying and step out of the shower I don't bother getting dressed grabbing my smoking stuff and sitting on my swing chair.

I light my joint and lay back closing my eyes. I miss space. Can we go back to before I got arrested and my trauma was manageable? I get up and throw on a robe taking out the communication device Avian gave me.

Immediately his body hovers over the phone as a hologram and he doesn't look happy.

"Torval and I have been trying to contact you for days about your safe arrival! We almost sent troops in!" I laugh softly and explain to him what happened.

"Wow earthling you just never stop?" He chuckles.

"Tell me about it." I smirk rubbing my permanently tired eyes.

"Not that I'm not absolutely ecstatic that you called me to talk about this but you do have 18 people who are with you that you could talk to. Why me?"

I shake my head and look down, "it's too hard for them. Their faces at the trial and the way Peter sounded today makes that very clear. I'm dragging them down with me and I need to talk to someone I can trust before I ruin shit." He nods in understanding.

"I'm here for you any way you need Marianna."

"Thank you."

"Me too!" Torvals hologram pops in.

"I'm not sure what we're discussing but anything you
may need, myself and Altore are at your command."

"Thank you Torval, let me fill you in." I explain again what happened over the course of the last few days.

"So you need a therapist?" He raises an eyebrow.

I snort, "yeah basically. But I can't trust anyone and don't want to burden those that I can trust."

"Well just as King Avian said I'm also here for you in any way you may need." He smiles kindly.

"Thank you. Both of you." I smile between the holograms.

"I'm going to sleep though. I'll talk to you guys tomorrow." They both wish me a a good night and I put the device away moving onto my bed. Before I fully fall asleep I feel my mates move into bed with me and I roll into Scott's warm embrace and his soft lips place a kiss on my forehead. I nuzzle closer and quickly fall asleep.

3:13AM
"A-Ana pl-ease." My hands tighten around the neck.

Protect your mother he's going to kill her.

My hands tighten again and the body begins going limp until someone tackles me to the floor pinning me down.

Bucky POV
I'm half woken up to shuffling and muffled noises. There better not be a dick in my face when I open my eyes.

I roll over and see Marianna on top of Scott. Over the mess of bodies and blankets I almost don't see her squeezing the life out of him.

"Marianna stop!" She continues squeezing her beautiful Green eyes painfully dark, ears unhearing and hands unforgiving.

"Marianna!" I scream again to no avail. The others begin stirring awake but there's no time. I tackle her body off of Scott and pin her to the ground her body thrashing wildly under the weight of mine.

"Marianna! It's Bucky! Come back to me doll! You're safe! I won't let anything happen to you!" My words seem to cut into this delirious state and she stops fighting body relaxing and relaxation setting in. I slowly get off of her just to be sure she's really not going to attack again. She moves away from me holding her knees to her chest tears streaming down her face as she rocks back and forth.

Marianna POV
My eyes dart around to my mates shocked faces. I see Scott catching his breath and Wanda healing him. My lip quivers as I speak shakily, "I-I'm sorry. I'm an abomination." I squeak out barely audible. Bucky tries to move closer to me but I back away pulling my knees closer to my body crying hysterically now.

Run

And I do. I bolt past them and rush to the lounge jumping out of the glass window breaking it. I scream and land much more gracefully than the first time, knowing I'm going down this time. Those who can easily follow me do. But I have a good lead and more knowledge about the city than any of them besides Peter (P). I use my voice to move me forward faster looking back to see that I've seemingly lost them but you never know with this group so I have to keep moving.

I hate myself. How could I hurt one of my mates like that? My sweet sweet Scott. Goofy, dorky, lovable, brilliant Scott Edward Harris Lang. Hot tears burn my freezing cheeks from the cold New York air and the fact that I'm in only a robe having been too lazy to change into anything.

"Finally." I say to myself as the ocean comes into view I rip off my clothes and jump in shifting as soon as my body hits the cold water. My mermaid form warms me right up and I swim furiously.

3 days later with no stopping I arrive to the only place I could think of that's ever helped me control anything.

Greece.