Wake Up Call (English) #Wattys2016

Wanna try?

I walked to the counter of the hospital the next day and smiled at the woman behind the counter easily.

"Hi, I'm here to see Marshall Mathers?" I said, she looked down at some sheets before she met my gaze.

"He was signed out today." She simply said, I nodded quickly and thanked her before I turned around and walked back out the door. Isn't he here ?? Why didn't he call?

I walked out of the hospital and got in the car, he's perhaps home. But why didn't he call??

I drove up his driveway and parked the car before I walked out and approached the door, I took the door handle. The door was open, he's certainly at home.

"Marshall?" I said and walked into the living room, nope. I walked downstairs to the studio, and looked in through the door. He wasn' there neither--

Thud, thud, thud, thud-thud ...

I turned around to an open door behind me, there he was. I got big eyes and leaned against the doorframe smiling.

He wore blue shorts and was shirtless, he stood with his back to me and puched a punchingbag... His skin glistened with sweat and the bag moved violently when his blows met it.

"Marshall ??" I again asked with a grin, he struck the bag one last time and turned around. He met my gaze breathlessly.

"Hey." He said, taking off his glove. "Sorry I didn't call or anything, wanted to get my mind on something else. Toss me that bottle ..." I walked over to his bag and threw the bottle to him, he took a big gulp.

"It's okay, I knew where you'd be." I said and looked at his now bulging muscles while they glistened in sweat, he looked at me quietly while he took off the other glove.

"Wanna try?" I met his gaze.

"Uhm, I don't know ..." I giggled, he smiled briefly and walked up to me.

"Come on, I'll show you. It's not that hard..." He took my hand in his, I looked down at the bandages around his hand questioning.

"Why do you have those?" I asked, pointing at his hand, he looked where I pointed and asked me to sit down on the bench.

"You gotta wear them under your gloves, you'll hurt your knuckles if you don't." He said and took my hand in his, I looked up at him as he put his gloves on my hands.

"How come I don't get that ..." I asked, he met my gaze.

"Cause I don't want you to hurt yourself, you won't be hitting hard. Promise me that, Whitegirl?" I laughed briefly and nodded. He walked to the bag and stood behind it. He met my gaze.-"Come on, I'll show you what to do." I stood up and walked over to him, I felt incredibly small in his boxing gloves, he got huge hands compared to mine apparently ... "Hands up, you wanna protect your pretty face don't you?" I smiled and held my hands up in front of my face. "Bend your knees slightly, that way you get more freedom to move. And jump a little around, you won't get cold--"

"I'm not a proffesional boxer, I'm just a newbie." I laughed, he rolled his eyes at me.

"Out with your ass." He said, I did as he said and laughed briefly.

"Why ??"

"No reason really, just wanted to see you do it ..." I stood up as normal again and raised my eyebrow at him. "Aigh't, Try some punches."

"Where?" I asked fooled.

"On the punching bag, smart ass." I burst out laughing.

"Which one ??" He met my gaze and pointed at me with a smile and shook his head. "Fine, this one." I laughed and punched as best I could, he nodded quickly.

"Good, that was almost a perfect jab." He said, I looked at him quizzically. "The punch you almost did is called a jab. Let me show you ..." He walked behind me and stood close to me from behind, I got big eyes. No, don't think like that !! Shhhh !! He held around my wrists. "You did this ..." He brought my arms like I had punched. "Which is almost right, but you need to do it more like this. Directly from your position in front of your face, you'll punch fast, quickly and straight ahead. Like this ..." he said and led my hands as he had said. "Got it?" He asked softly.

"Yeah ..." I said, looking down at his hands on mine as he gently brought them down to my hips, gently he released my arms and let his hands rest on my hips. God, I miss you ... "Marshall ..." I shook gently on the head, I turned toward him and met his eyes. He looked into my eyes and took my hands in his. He stroked his thumb over my hand, I closed my eyes with a sigh, I can't ...

"Please, Alex ... Just one more night, one last time ..." I shook my head gently although I screamed yes inside, I knew it would be wrong. "Please, I miss you Alex. I miss you as mine, just one more night ..." He put his thumb under my chin and I opened my eyes, his blue eyes looked at me sad. "I'm going to lose you forever, just give me one more night ... One more night to make you never forget what we had and what we'll probably never get..." He leaned toward me until our lips met and brought his hands around me, I tried not to give anything back. I knew I was going to feel like crap tomorrow in that case ... He let go of the kiss and looked me in the eyes. "I love you." He said, I got tears in my eyes and just nodded.

"I know ..." I said and felt the lump in my throat grow. "I love you too ..." I said, and met his gaze after wiping away some tears. I give up... "One more time ..." He got big eyes and pulled me close to him again, and this time I answered. He lifted me up and I brought my legs around him while I brought my fingers through his short hair ...

"I've missed you ..." he said and walked up the stairs with me around him, I still don't get how he manages to carry me up the stairs without complaining. I am no feather exactly.. He walked into the bedroom and I lay down on my back in the bed as he followed my lips and settled over me. I brought my hands around him and pulled down his pants while he pulled off my top, so I was only in bra and pants. He brought his hands gently down my waist and turned us around so I was on top. 

"God, I've missed you too ..." I said and kicked off my heels, I'm going to regret this the next time I see Brian ... But fuck, it's Marshall ...