𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 - Ginny and Georgia

44

It had been two weeks since Amelia Blackwell went completely missing.

Normally the family of someone who'd run away would file a missing persons report, people who knew her would be more alarmed. But, no, nobody had done shit!

Her mother was M.I.A, as always, GAMAN pretended like nothing, and the football theme had thrown a celebratory party once Peter got back on his feet.

But, Marcus wasn't about to just sit there like everyone else and pretend like she didn't even exist. It wasn't until her disappearance whatsoever he realized how fake everybody around him truly was.

As the weeks went by, he found himself drifting more and more towards the old version of himself. The one he became a year ago when his friend died of cancer. Amelia had been the sun in his life shining down on him. And, although if she'd been with him she would have said she preferred the stars, he would just argue that the sun shone a million times brighter.

The majority of his days were spent blaming himself for her leaving. For what he said and the fact he agreed to go that day outside her house even though he could see she was everything but fine. He worried about her too. He worried about where she was, her addiction, if she was alright, and if she had a place to stay. The fact that he knew nothing scared him.

He tried to call her every day and for each call, he was sent straight to voicemail. But still, he didn't give up. For all, he knew she could have gotten a new phone or a new number. But, the slim thought of her being able to hear the voicemails he had left for her comforted him.

There was a knock on the door, Marcus ignored it, his eyes still glued onto the roof. It wasn't until someone yanked his earphones out of his ears that they managed to get a reaction out of him. "What?"

"Dinner's ready" Max responded in annoyance, quickly strolling out of the room again. The two of them hadn't spoken too much since Max confronted him and Amelia. When they did talk whatsoever it was only bickering.

"Whatever" He mumbled quietly as he got up from the bed and put his hoodie over his head. He picked up the skateboard that was leaned onto the wall.

"Where do you think you're going?" His mother yelled out from the kitchen table once he was headed for the door causing both his father and Max to turn their heads towards him.

"What does it look like? I'm going out" He responded lazily.

"No, you're eating dinner with the rest of us. As a family" Her eyebrows furrowed in disapproval. She was done with her son lashing out. She thought they'd already been through this.

Marcus shook his head in frustration as he put his skateboard down on the floor and walked a bit closer. "No, I'm sick of playing this bullshit game of pretend every fucking day"

Ellen gasped and for once she was glad that her husband wasn't able to hear their conversation. Max just as sick and tired as Marcus, stood up. "Oh, please not this again"

"Yes, Maxine, this again" Marcus yelled, giving her a death glare. He wasn't able to keep his anger in anymore.

"You just miss sleeping with her, that's why your always whiny now, Isn't it?" She spat, her face full of disgust. "God, you're such a piece of shit"

"Maxine!" Ellen let out sharply.

"Says the one running around like an entitled brat all the time. You don't even seem like you miss her. Then again, it isn't that weird considering you never even noticed all the shit she struggled with" He started babbling, letting out everything he was thinking. "You don't understand boundaries, you make everything about yourself. You overstep until people suffocate. God... like Sophie. No wonder Amelia was so afraid to tell you!"

"Enough!" Ellen screamed angrily as she too got up from her chair. She had enough of both of them.

"You're right. It's enough" Marcus nodded bitterly. His eyes were still on Max's face, it was filled with nothing but rage, but he didn't feel sorry for her.

Not saying another word, he turned his back on his family, picking up his skateboard and leaving. He didn't care how much he would be yelled at when he came back, it didn't matter.