I ran up the stairs to my room grabbing the duffle bag from under my bed. I tossed it in front of my closet and threw a few shirts and a cardigan in then I put a pair of jeans and three pairs of shorts, then I packed other essentials. Undergarments, toothbrush, hair brush, sneakers, and my phone charger.
I took my bag thinking over in my head that I had everything. Mom had no idea I was doing this, she was still at work. I would call her when we got there. I grabbed my wallet tossing it in the bag and sprinted to the car. Marcel had told me to go fast because apparently he had to meet people tonight.
I tossed my bag behind my seat, "Who are you meeting tonight?" I asked, he pulled out of my driveway and started to take the road that led towards the highway.
"I'm meeting a few of my friends tonight, to go over the fight and who it's with,"
"What's this fight even about?" I asked. I knew I kept putting my nose were it didn't belong but Marcel had been hiding this for months.
"Money, Police records, and David," he spoke David's name the quietest, my stomach churned and I was still trying to process what was happening. David was in jail he isn't here.
"David is in jail though," I whispered chipping at my nail polish.
The car accelerated to faster speeds as we got on the highway. He waited until he was in a lane and started to speak. Marcel glanced at me then back at the road. He but his lip, as if he thought he shouldn't say anything.
"Tell me," I demanded.
"David got out of jail last night." Every nerve ending in my body tuned cold sending shivers down my spine, my body tensed and suddenly I remembered my scars. They all felt as if they were being brought back into reality, I had tucked all the memories of David as far from my mind as possible but my scars were still there. So was David. I closed my eyes remembering my scared hip and my entire collarbone, the back of my knee and the scar near my forehead. All of them apart of me. A constant reminder. I was never safe.
"But how," I asked, my voice was weak and my body felt cold.
"His father paid bail," Marcel spoke slowly still.
"But what dose you fighting have to do with money, police records and David?" I shuddered.
"The money is what is getting me to college, the police records, well a lot I people have that hanging over my head threatening to show any college, and David..he called today,"
We should have placed a restraining order, dammit.
"W-what did he say?" I stuttered.
I watched Marcel's while appearance change. I never saw him like this before. The veins in his neck were showing, his face was turning red, his knuckles turned white against the steering wheel, and his eyes, those were the scariest. I almost wanted to comfort him but I was..afraid. Of Marcel for crying out loud!
"He talked about you, how he was sorry he didn't just kill you then and there, and how he's should of tortured you worse, and he threatened to, so I said if I payed him money, that I earn in a separate fight to night, he can never come near you again."
My breathing slowed as it began to make more sense. It seemed safe. I nodded. "You just have to pay him?" I asked still warily.
"Yes, once I pay him," he grabbed my hand a little tighter than usual, "once I pay him, you don't have to ever worry," he promised.
I took a deep breath, easing into my seat, "So were is the fight?"
"Boston, were halfway there, you can sleep if you want," his hand became looser.
I watched as he put his glasses on quickly to read the signs better. I giggled at him. He was such a dork.
But I took his advice and slept. I listened to the quiet radio hearing Marcel occasionally sing along until I finally drifted off.
Marcel's P.O.V
I looked next to me seeing Skye alseep, I turned the radio off and called my best friend Zayn. Zayn was really the one to keep track of who won the money, who took police records to hang over peoples heads and David.
I but my lip. I knew I should have told her things could go wrong when I tried to pay David to stay away, but I would have a few friends with me, but so would David.
I was surprised at how strong Skye was. She held up when David hurt me and when he hurt her. I thought for sure she would need space and breakup with me. But she didn't, and then when we put him in jail I remember how at ease she looked. Like a weight had been lifted off her chest.
Now it was all back. The stress the anger. All because David still wants to fight. He could never just drop it, he wanted to hurt me and Skye, but more so Skye now. Because he knew I would also be suffering seeing her hurt.
"Marcel," Zayn spat in the phone. "You realized you almost called me when I was with a client. That kind of thing can get me shot,"
"Yeah sorry sorry," I muttered.
"So did you leave Skye at home?"
"No,"
There was a long pause.
"Your trying to get us all killed Marc," Zayn spoke, I heard him light his cigarette.
"She knows to stay in the hotel, I got it handled," I rolled my eyes. Zayn's main concern was trying to keep us all alive. And him.
"She better, all Hell could brake loose if she comes out of the hotel,"
"All hell could brake loose even if she's in the hotel,"
"Your right about that. Alright. I'll meet you with the rest of the guys in back of the resteraunt I sent you about 11:45 yeah?"
"Yeah,"
I hung up after that.
I looked at Skye again worrying that hell would brake loose either way.
