My Crazy Obsession

The Interview

~WARNING CHAPTER CONTAINS INAPPROPRIATE ACTS AND/OR LANGUAGE~
~POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING~

~Marceline's POV~

I had missed this. Waking up to Finn every morning. It just felt right... I kissed his cheek and then sat up on the bed next to him trying to decide what my plan for the day was.

"Marcy..." I heard his soft voice call from behind me.

"Yes my hero?"

"What is the scar on your back from?..." The room suddenly seemed quieter than it had been. I turned to look at Finn with sad eyes...

"How did you find that?..." I almost whispered.

"I was rubbing your back last night and I came accross it..." I turned away and looked at the ground... I wish I didn't remember how that scar happened, but of course that's not a day I would ever be able to forget...

~Marceline's Flashback~

"Ash what the hell are you doing here!" I screamed as I opened the door slightly, "go away I told you to never come here again!" As I tried to close the door he kicked his foot between the door and the wall preventing me from closing it. He rammed the door hard and sent me flying backwards. I slammed hard on the opposite wall and fell to the ground with the wind knocked out of me. He took a cigarette out and lit it with a skull lighter. He took a puff and blew out through his nose as he walked towards me. Before I had time to catch my breath or move he had me up by the collar of my shirt.

"Listen here you tramp! Ash makes the rules!" he slammed me hard by the collar into the wall. I pulled frantically at his hands as I started choking. "ASH MAKES THE RULES GOT IT!" he screamed.

"Okay..." I managed to get out. I had started to cry and shiver with fear. He dropped me and I fell to my knees coughing and trying to regain my breath.

"Stand up!" I did what he told me and stood, looking at his ugly face. It had been gashed on the cheek since the last time he came around. He blew cigarette smoke into my face causing my eyes to water. Then he got closer to me, grabbing my hands and holding them above my head... Then I realized what he was going to do... He pushed himself onto me and I had nowhere to go. My back was again the wall... I was helpless. But just as I was expecting what I thought could be the worst thing possible, he took his cigarette out of his mouth and pushed it hard onto the soft skin on the back of my left arm. The pain was unbearable. I screamed out louder than I had ever screamed before.

"That's for being a whore." Then he spun me around and slammed my chest into the wall pusing his body into my backside. Then yet again I felt the searing pain of the cigarette but against my back. It burned right through my shirt and deep into the skin under my shoulder blade.

"That's for being a cunt." I was crying and screaming in pain knowing at this point there was nothing worse he could ever do to me. Yet still I felt another shock of pain from his cigarette butt, this time though my pants and deep into my thigh. My vision began to blur because of the shear amount of pain.

"And that's for everything else." He backed up, no longer supporting my weight, I fell to the ground in pain. "Burn in hell bitch..." Was the last thing I heard before I blacked out.