Marjoreece Oneshots

Step dad

(Reece's pov)

"Marjorie, this is like the 6th time. You're gonna be late," I walk back into the bedroom to wake her up once more, getting bored of it now.
And again, I get no response as she further sinks herself into the bed, curling up and pulling the covers further up her head.
"Marjorie. You need to get up," I tell her, walking over, climbing onto the other side of the bed. I gently shake her a few times, but still nothing. "Marjorie I'm losing my patience. You will only have a go when you're late, like always, so please just get up."

"Leave me alone," I hear her whisper, well barely a whisper.
"Marjorie," I say, shaking her again, leaning over her a bit more.
She doesn't respond verbally this time, instead I get a smack to the face, causing me to lean back off her.
"Marjorie! You fucking hit me! What is your problem?!?" I yell at her. I'm not necessarily super angry, well I am a little bit, it's more the shock of it and the initial pain.
"I told you to leave me alone! I warned you! You didn't listen!" she yells back, yet not moving at all.
"Well for the last half an hour, all I've done is try to get you up, but you ignore me every time! So I can't tell if you're asleep or not! So forgive me for actually trying to help!" I yell, anger now taking over more than anything.
"Okay! Fine, leave then! You don't have to get me up, I'm a grown woman! If you don't want to, then leave! But I'm not going anywhere, I can't!" she yells back, and I can hear her voice breaking at the end, but I have too much anger and I don't think I can be comforting right now.
"Fine. I'm leaving, goodbye," I tell her, getting up and walking out the bedroom, shutting the door behind me.

I lean my back against the door, taking a deep breath in and out, trying to calm myself.
I can hear her crying behind me, and some of me wants to turn around and rush through the door, hold her and let her get it out. But some of me wants to leave her in there alone, out of pettiness, she told me to leave so I did.
The internal battle of whether to help or not tears me apart, but before I can think, my legs are already walking me down the stairs. I guess the choice wasn't as hard as I thought.

I debate whether to go into work or not, on one hand I'm not sick, and I can't slack off work. But on the other hand, my wife is upstairs sobbing, refusing to leave bed. I can't really leave her alone, it's not the right thing to do.
I call Aut, she'll know how to help.

"Reece?"
"Aut I need your help. I don't know what to do," I tell her, and hear her sigh down the phone.
"What is it now?" she asks, and I can picture her rolling her eyes as she always does.
"Well, I was trying to get Marjorie up this morning, but she wasn't listening. I must've gone in 6 times, and I was getting angry. Anyways, I went over her and she smacked me, it all went down so fast. Then I yelled at her, she yelled at me, things got heated and I left her alone in the bedroom. I can hear her crying hard, and I just don't know what to do now," I rapidly explain to Autumn, pacing up and down the corridor.
"Okay take a breath," she says, and waits to hear me take a breath before continuing, "Something is not right with Marjorie by the sound of it, she isn't usually like that at all, but you know that already. How calm do you feel now?"
"I'm not as angry anymore, that's calmed down. I'm more worried but I have no clue what to do," I tell her, knowing she should have more of an idea of what to do and how to help.
"Okay that's good. Right now, you need to go up there and talk to her. No anger, calm talking to each other. If it starts to get heated in any way, take yourself away, cool off then try again. You both need love and support, not yelling and fighting. You got it?" she explains.
"Yeah, thank you Aut."
"It's fine. I'll make sure I have you both off work for today and tomorrow, I'll put down your both not feeling well and you need to have the next 48 hours off work or something, I'll make it up. Text or call me if you need any other help, I hope Marj is okay," she says.
"Thanks Aut, that will be a massive help. Love you, bye," I hang up the phone, placing it on the table in the hallway before running my hands through my hair and taking a deep breath.

I walk back upstairs, and can only hear soft, tired crying now, no longer huge sobs.
I open the bedroom door to the same sight that I've seen all morning, but this time with a softer feel in my heart.
"Marjorie?" I call out, slowly making my way to the bed and sitting down next to her.
"Reece?" she moves the blanket off her face, rolling herself over to face me.
"Hey," I whisper, moving some hair out of her face, seeing her red puffy eyes.
"I'm sorry," she sniffs.
"It's okay. I'm sorry too. Are you okay?"
"No. I'm not," she says, more tears running down her face.
"Hey, hey, hey. It's okay, it's okay. Come here," I open my arms for her, and she pulls herself up into them, collapsing her body into mine. "I have you, I've got you. It's okay baby, it's okay."

We stay like that for a few minutes, until eventually Marjorie looks up from my chest.
"Reece? I'm really sorry," she apologises again.
"What for gorgeous?"
"Everything. I've fought you all morning, not getting up even though you keep trying to help. Then I smacked you, I'm really sorry about that. I don't know what happened," she says.
"Yeah, what was that about? It was out of nowhere, and it hurt. It wasn't fucking okay Mar-" I notice myself getting angry again, so I stop mid sentence, taking a deep breath, moving Marjorie off me, "I'll be right back. You haven't done anything, I just need a moment."

I walk into the bathroom, leaning over the sink. I splash my face with cold water, letting myself fully calm down again.
I grab a cloth from beside me, and wet it with the cold water, walking back out to Marjorie.
She was sat facing the door, waiting for me to walk back out, her eyes lighting up ever so slightly when I did.
"Here baby, let me help," I say, sitting down next to her and gently wiping her face with the cloth, knowing the coldness can help calm her and will soothe her face, "There we go," I whisper, walking back into the bathroom and chucking it over radiator to dry.

I sit back down on the bed, pulling Marjorie back into me, as we both get comfortable.
"So, what's been messing up your pretty little head then my beautiful girl?" I question, looking down at her.
"My step dad phoned me," she whispers.
"Okay. What did that idiot say?"
"That he was right outside, and he wanted to talk," she curls further into me, seeming quite scared.
"It's okay. He's not here gorgeous. What happened after that?" I question.
"He screamed at me to open the door, let him in. I hung up, refusing to do it, and then he started banging on the door. I was terrified, I ran away, locked myself in the bathroom, hyperventilating and terrified until the noise stopped," she says, crying a bit more.
"I'm so sorry. It's okay, he's not here. He's never going to get to you, I promise," I comfort her.

"But you can't protect me. He'll try when you aren't there, that's what he did. He knew I was alone, and he tried to get to me. He's got power, and he doesn't give up. I'm not safe, I'm never safe!" she yells as she sits up straight.
"Hey, it's okay. I'll protect you," I softly talk to her, hoping to calm her.
"No! Reece you can't! He'll get me, I'm not safe! You may as well divorce me now, because I'll be dead soon enough. He promised it, he said he'll kill me, that I'm dead the next time! So give up on me now, because I'll probably be dead in a week!" she screams, storming out the room, slamming the bedroom door behind her.
I hear her walk down the hallway, entering the spare room and hearing the door slam shut.
I rush downstairs, grabbing my phone and dialling Aut's number.

"Reece, I told you just to cool off if you needed to. Not phone me, I'm busy at work," Autumn says down the phone, sounding bored already.
"No I need help. I don't know what to do! We were calm, she was talking to me. It was about her step dad, he phoned, threatened her, tried banging down the door, threatened her life, then left. I tried to reassure her she is safe, that I'll protect her. But she screamed at me, saying he is a powerful man and won't stop, said I can't do anything to protect her, then stormed off into the spare room! I don't know what to do Autumn! I've tried! I've tried!" I cry down the phone to her.
"Okay Reece, breathe, please breathe," Autumn says, clearly quite concerned.
"A-A-Aut... I..... c-c-can't....." I gasp deeply between breaths, not able to get a proper one in.
"Reece! You're scaring me! Breathe!!" she yells down the phone, but everything sounds muted.
"A-A-Aut.... h-help..." I barely manage to get out, my vision going blurry and my head spinning as I fall to my knees.
"Reece! I'm coming! Please, breathe! You're scaring me!" she yells.
The phone slips out of my hand as I completely fall to the ground, my eyes slowly shutting.
"WHAT WAS THAT THUMP?!?! REECE!!! REECE!!!" Autumns voice is the last thing I hear before my eyes shut completely, everything going silent and dark.