Loving Marcus [Ongoing...]

Chapter 6

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“Was that the girl who sent you the love letter?”

Caught by surprise I almost drop my plate. “What are you talking about?”

“The girl I saw running from the house two weeks ago.” Blake says.

“Oh her? No, well I don’t know but it’s unlikely.”

“She is not that bad.” He grins.

“Gross dude, you practically watched her grow up. You used to say she was like an annoying little sister.” I cringe.

“Wait I know her?” he looked puzzled.

“It’s Veronica.”

“Veronica as in your Veronica?” Now he was smiling.

“I wouldn’t quite say mine but yes.”

“I always thought that you two would one day end up together.” He nods his head as if agreeing to something I had said.

“We are not together?”

“Why not?”

“It’s complicated.” I look away.

“It always is.”

“How long is uncle Ben planning on staying this time.” I ask. I didn’t want to talk about Veronica anymore. It’s a subject I had no intention of getting into especially not with my brother.

“I don’t know, the fool keeps coming home late and getting into fights with mom about dad.” He says irritated.

If there was anything my brother and I agreed upon it was our mutual dislike for our uncle.

“I don’t get why mom doesn’t just kick him out. It’s not as if she doesn’t know what kind of man he is.” I say fisting my hands.

“He is her brother Marcus, as much as I hate to admit it myself, he is family.”

After running some errands for my mom, I walk around aimlessly for a while thinking about the bruises that I had seen on Veronica’s neck. What had happened? Why come to my house? Why come to me? Did this happen to her frequently? Did her bruises have anything to do with her mom’s 'acquaintances'?

What baffled me more was why I was busy worrying about her all of a sudden. She was no longer my problem, there was no need to get involved in issues that had nothing to do with me. What she chose to do was none of my business.

I make a call.

“Hey Marcus, what’s up?”

“Nothing much. Are you at home?” I ask.

“Yeah I am.” Linda replies.

“Alone?”

“Aammmhh… yes why?”

“No reason.”

“Marcus did you call me just to find out if she is here with me? If so, she went out a few hours ago.”

“Did she mention where?” I decide not to disagree, it will take us nowhere.

“No, she said she would be back late though.”

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

I quickly hang up.

Where did she go? No stop! Whatever she is doing or isn’t doing it's not my concern.

All this thinking has got me feeling hungry.