Delinquent (Marshall Lee x Reader)

Chapter 4

The second part of this chapter is an explanation of your home abuse situation.

If you don't want to read it because it bothers you or you just want to get on with the story, then just skip it or skim over it.

"Explain him, please," Gumball said immediately when we sat down at the lunch table.

"Right to the point, huh?"

"Well its not every day that you of all people befriend the delicious new boy at school." He said, his already pink tinted cheeks blushing.

I raised a brow at him "Delicious?"

"Well yeah, did you see him? I mean he's definitely a no-good trouble maker type, but he does have quite qorgeous eyes and oh my glob that hair..."

I laughed "Earth to Gumball. I though you were already ultra-obsessed with FP. I don't think your brain can take another."

"I can be obsessed with multiple people at once." He then went on a mini rant about why the brain psycologically obsesses over attractive things that I could hardly understand.

I fake coughed the word "nerd" and he smiled at me.

"Now seriously, explain."

I explained the fight which made him mutter something about how he wishes he was there to "see the hotness exploding".

I just exasperatedly shook my head at him and continued, "He has the locker next to mine and we obviously have bio together, so he was just being a creep by following me and asking about this stupid bruise. Then he just wouldn't leave me alone during class."

This made him suddenly get quiet. "(Y/N) I saw that. What happened this time?" He said looking at me with that pitiful expression that I hated.

"She can home drunk last night mad about some petty thing at work and took it out on me," I didn't want to elaborate and he understood that by now.

Gumball all the sudden looked like he wanted to cry. That frustrated me. This was my issue, not his, and I felt bad for making him deal with it. I tried to keep my mother's drinking problem away from him at first so that this wouldn't happen, but as we got closer this year I had to tell him.

"I'm so sorry she hurts you." He almost whispered, "This is one of the worst things I've seen her do to you in a while. I know you don't like the pity or whatever I just...really don't want it to get bad again. I care about you (Y/N)," He added with kind eyes and a light smile.

This is why I love him. I leaned in to give him a hug, then leaned back and scruffed his perfectly styled strawberry blonde hair.

"Hey!" He said and frantically tried to fix it.

I laughed. "Don't worry about me, I can deal with the occasional hit. She's been getting better. It's just that I'm kind of disappointed in her. She was doing well. She just relapsed last week after almost a month sober."

At that we changed the subject, and I was glad, but I still couldn't get her off my mind.

She had always been a drunk and been mildly violent towards me, but a few months ago she was at her worst.

I'd come home to her beatings and yelling daily and would often have to clean up her throw up and empty bottles. I basically babysat her, cooking and cleaning for her, carrying her to bed after she passes out, and waking her up in time for her early retail job every day.

After she got fired for obvious reasons, I got a job as a hostess at a local restaurant to support us and stated making her go to AA meetings. She went clean for a month and got a temp job that she somehow kept after relapsing, but she still spent most of her free time lying in bed, doing nothing or being sick.

She had a perfect life till she had me from being raped at 16. I think she blames me for her life being so fucked up. I really don't care.