I'm His

13-𝙽𝚘 𝚄𝚜𝚎𓆙

I take a deep breath steeping out of my car. Curtis's house looks welcoming considering the situation. Alyssa and I walk up the walkway and knock on the door.

Curtis opens the door and gives me a side hug and Alyssa a kiss, then stepping aside to let us in. He shuts the door behind us.

Curtis walks in front of us towards the living room where I see Marshall sitting on the couch.

Marshall looks at Curtis in disbelief and I look at Curtis too. "You didn't tell me she was coming, you said it was Alyssa," Marshall says sitting up. "I'm here Marshall" Alyssa says steeping out from behind me.

"I have to go," Marshall says getting and taking his keys. "No, Em you're saying," Curtis says stopping him from leaving by holding him by his chest.

Marshall is on the opposite side of Curtis and I look at him.

His eyes are shut and his jaw is clenched. Marshall takes a loud breath and opens his eyes. His eyes flash over to me and we make eye contact.

He looks quickly back at Curtis. "If I stay she has to go," He says referring to me. "What the fuck did I do to you?" I say.

He doesn't say anything but look more angry. "You can't be mad at me because of what happened, it wasn't my fault," I raise my voice stepping in front of Curtis.

Marshal turns towards me. "Yet I'm fucking pissed at you,"

"I didn't do anything,"

"You opened the door to that motherfucker and called me to protect you." He says.

"How was I supposed to know he was going to start something? And you never told me about the fighting thing," I yell. "I don't want to do this here," I say.

"Too fucking bad because if an ex shows up at your house looking pissed what do you think they want? It's coming fucking sense Lana,"

Is he still really blaming me for this? How was sit my fault my ex was about to beat the shit out of me?

"You're so fucking dense, it was an ex that was about to beat the shit out of me, I'm sorry you had to stop that." I say walking away.

"Don't fucking walk away from me," he says grabbing my arm pulling me back.

"Yo Marshall calm down," Curtis says grabbing his arm.

Marshall's grip loosens, letting me go. "You can't get any where with this bitch," Marshall yells to Curtis.

"Calm the fuck down, she didn't know about Deshaun, it's not her fault her ex came to her fucking house." Curtis says holding Marshall's shoulders.

"Get the fuck off of me, you aren't my fucking father," Marshall says pushing him back.

"Yo Don't start with me because you're in some shit," Curtis says to him.

"There's no use Curtis," I say

"Fuck, I have to go and don't even try to ducking stop me," Marshall yells to all of us.

He walks out the door and slams it behind him.

I fell myself start to tear up. "I'm so sorry guys, this is my fault, I shouldn't of called you" I say with a shakey voice.

"It's not you're fault," Curtis and Alyssa tell me.

***

*Marshall's P.O.V*

That little fucking bitch. I always have to get involved with the ones who hurt me.