Red String Of Love

Chapter 13: Gumball the murderer

A/N: Sorry for disappearing for such a long time, but fear not for i am back from the hell called school! There's nothing much left of the story, seven more chapters or so. Anyway I wont keep you long, enjoy~

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I opened my mouth, deciding it was worth the risk. Marshall had the right to know. "I killed my uncle."

After my silent confession, Marshall took me down stairs to the kitchen. I sat on one of the stools at the island that was situated in the middle of the kitchen while Marshall was busy heating up milk. I replayed those memories in my head over and over trying to figure out the reasoning behind my actions. I just couldn't fathom why I did it. Even with someone as bad as my uncle, death was just not the answer. I shouldn't have taken matters into my own hands, I shouldn't have let my emotions run wild, I shouldn't have let rage blind me!

I looked at my wrists; my scars have long faded into thin white lines instead angry red cuts. I shouldn't be allowed to live, I'm a murderer. My place should be behind bars, no my punishment should be worse. I should die. Pay for the life that I have taken with my own.

Suddenly a hand grabbed my wrist and pulled it away from my line of vision, I looked up and saw Marshall Lee sitting beside me and planting a kiss on the inside of my wrist. He placed a pink mug in my opened hand before letting go. I mumbled a thank you then pulled the mug closer to myself and breathed in the smell. I was still finding it hard to believe Marshall still remembers that a mug of warm milk helps me go to bed.

I took a small sip and my body warmed up immediately, and my shaking subsided. I hadn't realized I was even doing it. I sighed in content and took another sip relishing the feeling.

"So, do you wanna talk about it?" Marshall spoke

I nodded then licked my lips before speaking, "I don't really remember much, none of the details. But I do know for sure that I did kill uncle Lemongrab. All what I can recall is, harboring so much hate for him because...because he wanted to keep me away from you. He insulted you so much I lost it, and the next thing I knew I was atop him with blood everywhere." The words tumbled out of me fast falling over each other. I felt the tears threatening so I blinked them away; I had no right to cry.

Marshall's comforting hands were on me in an instant. He took the mug from me and placed it on the island before pulling me into him and rubbing my back in circular motions while whispering in my ears.

"Am I a bad person now? Do you hate me?" I asked him, my head was resting in the crook of his neck

"I don't hate you Gumball; nothing in this world can make me hate you." He said squeezing me tight to prove a point, "And you're not a bad guy, the douche bag deserved to die. If you didn't kill him I would have anyways."

"You would? But...you'd get arrested, you'd be in jail!"

Marshall shrugged, "It's worth it. If it's for you, it's worth it."

Then it suddenly hit me, I committed a murder and yet I was free. "Why am I not in jail? Shouldn't the police know about this already? It's not possible that I have been forgiven. So, what exactly happened that day?" I rambled

"Gumball, relax you're thinking too much." Marshall said breaking into my train of thoughts, he stood up pulling me with him and yawned, "Look I don't know about you, but I really want to sleep now. How about we got to bed tonight, and tomorrow we'll go see Peppermint first thing in the morning. Hopefully he has all the answers."

"Ok" I nodded in agreement then we both walked back upstairs to our room

"I need you to not think about anything, except me; your hot and sexy boyfriend. Alright?" he smirked wiggling his eyebrows