Marcus Lopez Arguello - ONESHOTS

Revenge

TW: Violence, cursing, mentions of r*pe. I mean detailed mentions of abuse, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Also, this one-shot has 3 parts. 

Last night y/n had gone to Marcus's room. They had decided to meet up and hang out. They would've done it at the graveyard but it was cold out and Shabnam was out doing God knows what anyways. They had smoked some weed and even downed a bottle of bourbon that y/n brought from her room. Something that was leftover from some party. Marcus thought it was just hanging out, they had done it before, sure ... maybe he did think that there was a little more alcohol and drugs compared to previous times they hung out. y/n was thinking about other things...all of the shit they were putting into their bodies was for a reason. She was trying to forget, she would've done it alone but she went to Marcus for more weed. The more the merrier, right? They must've fallen asleep because when y/n suddenly woke up, the lights were off. Her nightmare had startled her, she woke up, sat up quickly looking around. Her chest was heaving from the heavy breaths she was taking. Tears streamed down her face. Her shirt clung to her body from the sweat. She remembered her dream, flashbacks to the night her own father assaulted her and tossed her out on the street. She felt someone stir next to her. A half-asleep Marcus turning over to see the shaken-up girl.

-"y/n? what happened?" he said in a husky voice.

y/n all of a sudden couldn't keep it in anymore. Sobs racked through her body. she fell back into the pillow. She felt a pair of strong arms place her on his lap. She buried her face in the crook of his kneck. Her hands tightly gripped the back of his shirt to the point where her knuckles were turning white. He was stroking her hair softly, rocking them both back and forth in an attempt to calm her down. It hurt Marcus to see her like that, he had taken quite the liking to the girl. He stayed quiet in fear that if he said anything it would disturb her, especially because he didn't have a clue as to what got her in that state. 

Soon after, it looked like y/n had calmed down. She wouldn't let herself fall asleep though, fearing having another nightmare. Once her breathing had returned to a normal state Marcus slowly laid down with the girl on top of him. Stroking her hair he hesitantly asked

-"Why were you crying, love?" 

-"Can I tell you something, Marcus? Something no one else knows?" she asked as she lifted her head from his head to look at him. He nodded. 

-"Before I came to Kings Dominion, I lived with my...father. Although it disgusts me to call him that. My mother died when I was 3. She was murdered in front of me. He blamed me of course, he was psycho. Since she died he would hit me, smash beer bottles on my head, burn me with his cigarette buds. That lasted until I was 14. The day I left, or rather was kicked out...He yelled for me to come to his room. It was unusual because I wasn't even allowed upstairs. I didn't want to go there anyway, it was where he would take all the women he would bring home. I went upstairs, the punishment for not listening to his orders would be brutal. I walked into what I thought was his room, it was where his voice was coming from. As soon as I entered I felt something smash against my head and I lost consciousness." y/n took a pause as the next part was especially painful. A single tear managed to escape her eye. To which Marcus kissed off. 

-"When I woke up again, I was naked and so was he. I was tied to the bed and gagged. I looked at him and he seemed to like? what he was doing. I looked down...he was...inside me? He leaned down and whispered in my ear. You're such a great girl for daddy, huh? You made daddy come 4 times already." y/n's voice broke at the thought of the horrible memory. 

-"You don't have to continue, darling. Not if you're uncomfortable." He whispered.

-"I want to get this off my chest Marcus. It's been kept inside for too long. I'll stop if you don't want to hear the rest...I don't blame you." she whispered, feeling guilty that she had just spilled such a traumatic story to the boy that had already gone through plenty of shit in life. 

-"Look at me," He said sweetly. She looked up at him.

-"Whatever you're going through, you can always count on me." he said and then kissed her forehead.

-"He continued doing it all night. When he finally got tired and fell asleep I started crying, I've never cried so hard in my life I don't think...In the morning he woke up, went downstairs for a beer, and when he came back up he yelled at me, called me worthless, disgusting, and a piece of shit. Then he picked me up and threw me out on the street, naked. I was homeless for maybe 5 months. I did petty crimes, got involved with some gang shit. Killed 3 guys... then Lin found me and took me in." y/n said, letting a few tears go. 

-"I know you don't want pity, darling. But believe me, when I say that I wish that didn't happen to you, you don't deserve it in any way." Marcus said giving her a kiss on each cheek

-"I want to kill him" y/n spoke up abruptly.

Marcus looked at her questioningly. As if trying to read her, trying to tell if she was being honest or if her emotions were just clouding her judgment. However, he had never seen such a sincere look on the girl's face. It was as if she had never been so sure of something. 

-"ok. if you let me, I'll help you" Marcus said 

y/n didn't reply, she just snuggle closer into the crook of his neck giving him a small peck there. Her own way of thanking him. Marcus did feel a slight blush creep up onto his face but was happy that she felt safe in his arms. From there, they fell asleep. Legs tangled with each other and y/n breathing in his scent. They needed their rest because tomorrow...tomorrow was the day y/n would get revenge on the man who broke her.