Why did you forgive me? - TMC Rewritten Story

1 - 🎀The Meeting☎️

It is me. The trigger warnings for the story are in its description. They ALL APPLY TO THIS CHAPTER. You have been warned. This depicts the first Volume of The Mandela Catalogue™. It will follow it loosely so take it as a semi rewrite of the story. Without much further Ado, have fun reading!

( The picture at top is just some art I drew. Does not depict anything in the story. )

Mark Heathcliff was a normal 17 year old. He did average at school, he was 5'7 and honestly? His life was going great. Summer vacation was nearly ending but he still was able to catch some odd jobs here and there from his neighbors. His work ended as he entered his house. The rest of his family was on vacation so he had the house to himself. Honestly he didn't expect for his family to be gone for so long. They went out today and would be gone until the 11th of September. He was left at home willingly as honestly? He doesn't fancy going onto a beach.

He removed his shoes and left them by the front door before going up to his room. Honestly? He just wanted to lay down and forget about today. It was about 10 minutes before 5AM and he honestly couldn't care less about anything other than sleep... But that was interrupted by their rotary phone sounding off in the living room. With a small groan Mark got off the bed before slowly walking out of his room, down the stairs and towards the phone. He picked it up as his own brick phone was charging in his room. He waited a bit before a voice came through. A voice he knew well.

" Hey it's Cesar... I hope it's not too late. " It was Cesar. His best friend. They both were working summer jobs and on the odd days Mark has been able to meet up with him. His voice normally smooth as butter and charming a sin was now sounding worried and a bit dry. As if something very bad happened. Something that Mark wouldn't want to know. Mark twiddled with the cable of the phone as he leaned on the wall next to it.

" No it's fine... Don't worry. " Mark silently took in the situation. It's nearly 5AM and Cesar is calling him. Why would he need to? That's a mystery to be found. He just couldn't wait and asked. " What's up? Are you alright? "

" Yeh... It's not me... It's my mom. She's knocked out cold and I have no idea why. " The small concern in Cesar's voice seemed to mellow out into just a straight tone as he said it was about his mom. Mark got unnerved by it lightly but it might have just been a phone problem. He checked the clock and it was about 8 minutes till 5AM. God is this gonna be awkward. He twiddled with the cord some more as he looked to the side and out the window in the living room. " I'm on my way to the ER but could you do me a favor? "

" Yeh, of course... What is it? " Mark continued to play with the cord still kinda tired and needed to put his head onto something to not feel the need to sleep right now.

" I just need you to come over and turn on the cameras we have set up. " Cesar's voice seems more... How would you put it... Less distressed that something has happened and more like someone giving directions to a lost tourist. Mark didn't appreciate that very much as Cesar would have by now been freaking out that his mother might be dead. " You know, the ones that we've installed after we were robbed? "

" Oh yeh... " He silently looked In front of himself and at a family photo of him, his mom, dad and Sarah. " Would you mind if I asked why? "

" Well... She screamed very loud right before I found her on the ground... I... I just- " Cesar's distressed voice finally somewhat came through the phone. Mark's mind started to come up with some makeshift explanations that might or might not even be true. Would they matter if they were? His friend needs him and he clearly is distracting himself from thinking about it.

" Well, do you have your doors and Windows locked? " Mark honestly is just thinking out loud right now. He is worried about his friend's safety. He cannot even think about what he would do in this situation. " Like what the broadcast told us to do? "