My Love, Lee Pace

Chapter 5-Marcus

Two and a half months later:

Well. I got my cast off! I can now paint. I'm behind on a lot of paintings. A. Lot. Of. Paintings. Lee and I are becoming close friends. I kinda wish we were more than that. Marie says I should make the move. But that'd be weird. I think men should do the first move. We've known each other for four months. Which is great. It's cool. None of my friends know we are friends. My ex keeps contacting me. I'm worried he's going to do something. I've told Lee, Candy, and Marie. Candy just said to tell him to go away. Marie said to call the cops. But that's to extreme. Lee said to call him when felt like I need some protection. Which I have done.
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I was in my studio painting when there was a loud pounding on the door. I know it's not Candy or Lee. They both have keys. I got up and answered it.

"There you are, you little bitch!" It was Marcus. He smelt of booze. It's only one in the afternoon!

"How'd you find me?" I asked, pulling up Lee's number and dialing it.

"It wasn't that hard!" He said, inviting himself into my house.

"Gwen? Is everything alright?" I heard Lee say. I carefully turned my phone down and held it behind my back.

"All I did was visit that old lady at the art store." He said.

"What do you want, Marcus?"

"I want you." He said, pushing me up to the wall, making me yelp.

"Marcus, we aren't together anymore..." I was cut off by a fist going into my jaw. He had rings on, so I know for a fact that he cut my skin.

"Bullshit!" He yelled. He grabbed my wrists tight with one hand, making my drop my phone.

"Stop! You're hurting me!" I screamed.

"Gwen, we were so good. You were good for me. I was good for you." He said, placing his free hand on my cheek.

"No. We weren't good!" I said, trying to get out of his grip.

"Stop!" He yelled, this time punching me in my ribs, and back handing me. "We were amazing together." He whispered into my ear. The heavy scent of alcohol made me nauseous.

Lee's POV:

I was sitting on my couch at my house. It was a calm afternoon. Everything was quiet and nice. When I suddenly got a phone call from Gwen.

"It wasn't that hard!" I heard a man yell.

"Gwen? Is everything alright?" I asked.

"All I did was visit that old lady at the art store." He said.

"What do you want, Marcus?"

Marcus. My stomach dropped at that name. Gwen's abusive ex boyfriend. I quickly hung up and drove to her apartment. Before I went in, I called the cops. I got out of my car and ran up to her place.

"Gwen!" I yelled, going in.

"Lee!" She screamed from her room. I ran in, right to her.

"This is who you've been sleeping with?!" Marcus yelled.

"No." Gwen let out. He was holding her by her throat. Her face was all beaten and bloody.

"Get away from her." I ordered.

"What was that?" He asked, pushing Gwen to the ground and coming to me.

"You stay away from her." I said, looking down at the short man.

"Lee, please." Gwen started.

"Shut up you little slut." Marcus shot her a look. "Listen. I don't know who you are. Gwen and I were just getting ready to go out."