Stark's Daughter

Chapter 19

~~Stephanie's P.O.V~~

My eyes squint open to the early sun rays beaming in from the window. I close them back and turn away from the light. Stretching out, I hear distant voices, but ignore them. It's too early. I'm too tired already.

Opening my eyes again, I glare at the clock on my bedside table. 12:23 p.m. Too early. Although, I might as well get up and get a head start on the day.

I pull on some holed jeans, a New York shirt, and black, converse shoes. I brush my hair and leave it at that.

Bickering seams to be going on down the hall. I don't know whether to check it out or not. I stand still for minutes, that seemed like eternity. A voice that is familiar, but I can't place, echoes into my room. Whoever it is, is choosing to argue with Marc. This isn't going to be pretty.

Suddenly, I hear the sound of something hitting the ground along with shattered glass. I jolt to the door and run to where the incident is happening.

"Marc, let him go!" Dad yelled.

I gasped at the sight of Marc, repeatedly hitting Junior in the face.

As Marc turned to see me, he stuttered, "Steph, I.. He tripped me...and I-"

Anger spread through my veins like a wild fire. I didn't know whether to say something, or I shouldn't.

Approaching Junior's side, Marc stood in front of me, as if I was going to help him. I placed my hands, lightly, on his chest and pushed him away.

"Junior, are you okay?" I ask worriedly.

"I'm fine." Junior said, standing up, uneasily.

"No you're not. You look terrible." I admit.

His face was beaten almost to death. Bloodied nose and lip, and a black eye. I don't understand what happened. I'm sure Junior didn't mean to trip him. Marc just let his temper get in the way of the situation. But I can't say Junior helped it either.

"Marc? What did you do to him?" Was the only words I could manage to ask.

Instead of owning up to causing Junior pain, he left the scene without a word. I clenched my jaw in anger.

~~couple hours later~~

Poor Junior left with a messed up face. It was worse by the time he left. I haven't heard from Marc for a while now, he didn't even apologize. I want to know what got into him.

Anna had announced,  a few minutes ago,  that she was calling a meeting. Knowing her, she'll have something to say about Marc's actions. I don't blame her, I would too, probably.

I stood in the meeting room, leaning against the furtherest corner in there. As everyone gathered in, my head began to throb. I could pick up every sound around me, causing the pain to intense.

Trying to not make it look obvious, I stood closer to the table and timidly tapped my finger on the wooden table.

"Guys. Let's move it to the living room, it's more spacey in there." Anna smiles and we all shuffle into the living room.

I sit next to Steve and Dad on the couch, placing both hands on the table. Again, tapping my finger on the coffee table, quickly.

"I don't know what is wrong with Marc, but he is so mean and doesn't talk to me anymore." Anna explained.

She kept going, but I couldn't keep track with what she was saying. My mind wandered to many different realms, yet I couldn't focus on a single one.

My heart raced and my head was pounding. With every pound to my brain, a sharp pain reached out to every inch of my body. The pain is excruciating, and I can't think anymore.

"Steph, are you okay?" Dad asks, worried.

I paused the finger tapping and, just barely, catch the question.

"Yeah...yeah... I'm fine. I'm just going to go to the bathroom.. I'll be back." I say, getting up and rushing to the bathroom. 

Locking the door, I feel as if I'm dying. The pain is too much, I can barely stand. Beginning to wobble around the small bathroom, I clutch the side of the sink for balance.

My vision is failing. Blackness starts at the outer corner of my eyes and spreads to the other side, until.. Thunk!

~~third P.O.V~~

Stephanie fails to stay standing, and falls. Hitting her head on the side of the sink and crashing into the white-washed tiles of the floor.

Anna had told Marc that Stephanie had been in the bathroom for quiet a long time, and hasn't come out yet. So, Marc followed Anna's word and went to the bathroom door.

"Steph, I know you're mad at me. Please open up so we can talk?" Marc called through the door.

No reply.

Moments had passed, and Marc still stood at the door, along with no reply from Stephanie.

"Steph, I can still get in there.." Marc growled, with a warning.

Without anything being said, Marc used his power to turn from a solid to a gas. Bodily matter changement. Turning to smoke, he slipped beneath the door.

Demarcus came to find, Stephanie, passed out on the floor. He leaned down, and shook her, in attempt to wake her. Although, he soon found out that that wasn't working so well.

"Stephanie! Wake up!" Marc yelled.

Quickly, Stephanie's eyes shot open, and the light above them exploded, into shattered glass, raining down into the darkness that surrounded them.