~Zoey's POV~
He still wasn't gone. I really wanted him gone. I hated him. I shouldn't have hated him, but I did.
"Are you okay?" Marcus asked.
"No." I said.
"Here, sit with me. We'll be right in Dylan." He said.
Dylan nodded, going inside.
"What's happening?" He asked.
I put my head down as Marcus rubbed my back.
"He ruined my life Marcus." I said.
"What did he do?" He asked.
"I never told you this, but after I left our friendship, things just got to the point where I couldn't do it anymore. My sister told my dad and he told her that I wasn't his problem. I tried taking my life that day, ended up in a mental hospital for 2 weeks." I said.
Marcus looked at me and I cried. I never wanted to think about that again. It haunted me whenever I thought about it.
"What else did he do?" Marcus asked.
"He pulled a gun out on my sister right in front of me, slapped her in front of me, always yelled at me when I took a nap, and when my mom started doing drugs he left." I said.
"Baby." He said as I looked up at him.
I stood up as Marcus hugged me, I broke down in his arms.
"Hey. You're here. You made it through and I am so damn proud of you. I regret not being there for you when you really needed it but that shows how so strong you are Zoey." He said.
"She almost died in front of me Marcus." I said.
"I know, I know but she's here, she's alive. She's taking care of you and making sure you're happy and you're doing okay." He said.
"I don't want him here anymore." I said.
"I know baby. You can always come stay with me." He said.
I nodded.
"Can you hold my hand, please?" I asked.
"You don't have to ask. Come on." He said, holding out his hand.
I grabbed Marcus's hand tightly as he opened the front door.
"Hey Zoey." My dad said.
"What the fuck did I just say?" Delaney asked him.
"I told you I was gonna talk to my daughter." He said.
"Marcus, take her upstairs." Dylan said.
Marcus nodded, taking me upstairs.
"I'm gonna change." I said.
"I'll look away." Marcus said.
"Don't worry about it. You've seen me multiple times." I said.
Marcus laughed, sitting on my bed. Our AC still sucked so I just left my bra and shorts on.
I went to my desk and took off my makeup. It was all smudged from crying.
Marcus held his arms out as I got in bed with him. He ran his hand up and down my back. I started falling asleep.
"You okay?" Marcus asked.
"Mmhm." I muttered.
"Okay." He said, kissing my forehead.
I then fell asleep. I didn't want to be awake.
