David stood smiling in the middle of my kitchen.
My mother turned around grinning happily. Oblivious to everything.
"Hunny, I know you two broke up, but David wants to try and be friends," She turned to face David, "she took so long because Marcel took her on a date." My mother could of avoided that completely but she just dragged Marcel right back in. I stood glaring at both of them.
David fidgeted at the name Marcel, I watched his hands curl into fists. "Jane, would it be okay if I talked to Skye alone for a second?" he used his fake 'try to impress' voice. My mother nodded and then left to go upstairs. David waited until he heard her bedroom door shut to speak.
"You stupid bitch, You went on a date with Marcel, you should be with me you . I bet you told him all about the threats and everything. Should I go find him? You want me to do that? Mabey I busted your eye but I could make sure your new boyfriend never walks again."
"No! I didn't tell him anything!" I argued.
All of a sudden my wrist were pinned to the wall and his face was inches from mine. Then his forced me to kiss him. The kiss was not sweet or anything like when me and Marcel kissed. It hurt, it was too rough and forceful. And the fact that all I wanted was Marcel made the kiss disgusting. Marcel was so gentle and kind.
But I was being forced to kiss a guy who forced me to lie and have me a black eye. I struggled to make him stop. He wouldn't though. I hit him were it hurts. My knee swung up into him.
He dropped to the floor in pain. I kicked his side "Leave me alone, leave Marcel alone and get out." I said shaking. When he got up I shoved him through the front door. He turned.
"You and Marcel got another thing coming. Tell him to keep one eye open when he goes to sleep," he then stormed off. I slammed the door as hard as I could.
I slid to the ground and cried. I just wanted Marcel safe, I wanted him to not be afraid of anyone anymore. But I liked dating him. I really liked him, more than I thought. And I couldn't keep lying to him about David hurting me and his threats he gave me.
I finally picked myself up and went to my room. I kicked off the wedges and stripped out of the blue dress into an old pair of pajama shorts and an old t-shirt. I laid down on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I would tell Marcel everything in the morning.
It's 2am. I stared up at the ceiling still. I had to tell Marcel now. I didn't have his number so I would just drive to see him. I knew it was ridiculous but I had to tell him about David.
I grabbed a gray cardigan and put it on while shoving on some blue slippers.
I left a note explaining to my mom that there was an emergency and I left it on the counter. I grabbed my phone and keys and left.
Marcel had only given me a vague description of where he lived. He said something living in a house across Emmet Lake. So I drove to Emmet lake. I followed a dirt path hoping it would lead to a house.
The path suddenly turned into a smooth tar road. It was a driveway. It seemed to go up farther and farther until I saw a few lights streaming out of a huge beautiful cream house. I parked my car.
I felt ashamed. It's already 225 am and if his parents answer the door they will see some girl with her hair pulled back into the most god awful bun and in her pajamas and cardigan with blue fuzzy slippers, not to mention my black eye. They probably will think I crawled out of the woods somewere.
I didn't care though. I needed Marcel. I knocked on the door. I looked around. The view was amazing from the porch you could see the entire lake and all the trees. Suddenly a women opened the door.
She stared at me by her face she looked really worried. "Im Skye," I said smiling a little.
Her face lit up. She smiled, hers was just like Marcel's.
"Skye! I'm Anne, Marcel's mom. It's so nice to meet you, Marcel talks about you nonstop!" I blushed a bit. I never knew he did that. "He thinks your the best thing since they came out with those foldable calculators," we both laughed.
She led me into what must be the living room. "I will go get Marcel,"
She said about to leave, "Um, Anne I'm sorry I showed up so late. It's just really important."
Anne told me it was fine and left to get Marcel. The living room was huge one wall was just a huge window that led to an even bigger back deck, that still gave a view of the lake.
I heard Marcel's voice coming from the second floor, then a boy appeared. He looked far from Marcel.
He still had the same muscular tall frame as Marcel but now his hair was very loose hot curls that stood up into a small quiff. It looked really hot. And there was no glasses either. He wore dark sweatpants and a white tanktop, showing off his toned arms.
He was so perfect I wanted to cry. I looked like shit compared to him.
"M-Marcel?" I asked. It could've been an angel. He smiled tiredly at me. "It's me," his voice making me feel better already. I stared up at him. My eyes were watering. I was just so tired and upset and I wanted to talk to him.
He saw it. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the back deck. Marcel walked me over to a small cushioned couch and I sat down. He stood staring at me.
"Skye it's really late, what's going on?" He ran his fingers threw his hair.
"Marcel I-" that had to be the fastest my voice ever cracked. I got that lump in my throat when your going to cry and my eyes watered. "I just need to talk to you," I buried my eyes in my hands.
I felt Marcel sit down next to me. "Skye, w-what's wrong, tell me." I just sat there crying like an idiot. I reached for his hand. While I tried to use the my free one to wipe my eyes.
It took me a good ten minutes before I choked down the last sob. I looked at him. He looked like it hurt him. "I-I-I'm s-sorry," I said stuttering. My breathing was all over the place.
"It's okay, just start from the beginning,"
Authors note. Chapter 8 coming in about an hour! Tell me what you think!
