Broken

Chapter Nine

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Micheal

I wait in the car, and think about what Evan said. . .

"Stay away from Marlo. You're not worth her time" I growl, clenching my fists.

"Mm, but her face, when I touched her was m-" he starts.

"Shut up" I snarl.

"Oh? Did I strike a nerve?" Evan laughs. "I came here to tell you that I will claim her as mine, and make sure that she won't be walking for days, and won't be talking for awhile," Evan cackles as he walks away.

"Bastard" I mutter, clenching my fists. The car door opens and Marlo sits down.

"Hold this" Marlo demands, handing me a bag of Chinese food. She starts the car and begins to drive to her house. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asks.

"Not sure you want to hear it yet" I whisper. I look over to Marlo who shudders.

"I understand" she murmurs, her body slightly shaking.

We say nothing, until the car parks in front of Marlo's house. "Um, do you want me to stay with you, or should I walk home?" I ask, my hands in my lap.

"Stay please. I'm not gonna eat all this Chinese food by myself" Marlo nervously laughs, scratching the back of her neck.

"Okay" I answer. We open the doors, and walk into Marlo's house. It's just as I remember, white walls with light blue trims, clean; as always, the heights marks on the wall, which leads me into a memory.

"Mikey! I'm taller than you! Haha. Look at me! I'm taller than Mikey" the tween exclaims, laughing on the ground

"Whatever, just wait I'm going to be way taller than you when we get older" Micheal states, standing tall.

"Micheal. Micheal. Micheal!" someone repeats, their voice gradually getting louder.

"Him, yeah?" I answer, looking away from the wall.

"I asked if you wanted to help me eat this food" Marlo repeats, pushing a plate of dumplings towards my side of the counter.

"Thanks," I murmur, sitting on a hardwood stool, and we eat in silence.

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Marlo stands up and heads to the sink, and starts washing the dishes.

"Do you want me to help?" I ask, getting off my stool.

"If you want," she answers, her eyes never leaving the soapy water. I walk up the her, standing next to her, and start drying dishes.

"Where is everybody?" I question.

"They had places to be" Marlo replies quietly. She shuts the water off, then dries her hands. I finish the last bowl before following Marlo into the living room.