Daggers of love

chapter 50

I shout sitting up, still in Marcus's grasp.

"What? why?" he asks innocently, the fact he's high still obvious.

"I can't do this to you Marcus." shock still running through me, my breath labored.

"Oh..." he says dazedly, his face moves to the sided a bit, his head clearly trying to do some thinking. "Is it because of your uncle?"

I gasp at him, grabbing his face. "No sweetie-,"

"-was it something I did?" He starts, moving into a sitting position, his hands making their way onto my face as a worried expression makes its way onto his. "I was forcing you, wasn't I?"

"No, you weren't honey. If anything, it was like I was forcing you." my hands reach up to clasp his, the skin littered with scars yet still managing to remain soft. His eyes gaze at mine like that of a toddler struggling to understand basic human concepts.

"But," he begins, his thumbs starting to rub against my cheeks. "I want this, I want you." his voice never wavers, it stays consistent and level. Shit... he's telling the truth.

"I know you do sweetie but, you're not sober—"

"I'm so, so sober" he interjects, a stupid smile goofing its way onto his appearance. "I don't know what you're talking about, I'm not high, I've never even touched drugs."

I giggle slightly at his humorous demeanor, though the feelings of guilt are still staying strong, refusing to melt away. "Marcus I'm sorry, I'm not going to have sex with you while you're like this."

"But I—"

Thump.... Bang... thump.

The noise interrupting Marcus puzzles me for a second. My mind being focused on the very horny boy Infront of me, my personal cock tease score having another tally added in my head. Marcus, the poor boy, looks just as confused, though I'm sure that was mainly the doing of the drugs still in his system.

We begin to break away, Marcus moving his hand from my cheek to my thigh as we both stare at the wall behind the bedframe. The sounds never ceasing. Marcus makes the first move towards the wall, placing his ear right up against it, attempting to hear what's happening on the other side.

Even without putting my ear up to the wall manage to hear the commotion happening in the other room, The crashes and bangs only getting louder as the seconds progress, the sound of glass breaking being added into the mix. I think for a second, my stupid teenage girl brain trying to free itself from the haze of hot boy that was clouding it.

How did we get here?

We came on a trip. But who bought us on this trip?

Billy bought us on this trip. But why did billy bring us on this trip?

To kill his dad, his dad who's staying in the room next to us.

But where is billy?

...

He's in the room next to us.

"Oh shit."

Like a fucking tsunami, everything came crashing down, when I say realization hit me like a bus, I'm not fucking kidding. Waves of shame and guilt wash over me as I realize how badly we've fucked up; how could I be so fucking stupid?! One job, we had one fucking job, be there for billy when he needed to kill his dad but what where we doing instead? NEARLY FUCKING!

"Marcus get up" I grab his arm, attempting to pull him off the bed towards the door. my eyes wide and my breathing staggered as adrenaline begins to pump itself through my body. Marcus on the other hands stays chill, he clearly hasn't linked the dots together yet.