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Please talk to me

Me and Marshall decided to just go back to his house since it was past one. We pulled up to a set of large white gates and although it was dark outside I could tell the house was absolutely HUGE. He talked to the security outside for a second and then the gates opened and we drove inside. My face was still red and a little wet from earlier and when we got out of the car Marshall cupped my face and wiped the tears off with his thumbs. He gave me a kiss on the forehead and led me inside. He could tell I was still somewhat upset and he gently asked "Do you wanna go lay down and watch some tv?" I nodded and I was led to a large room with a very big tv against the wall. Almost like a home theatre. He turned on 'Friends' and we sat down on the huge couch. I guess at some point I fell asleep on Marshall's chest because I woke to him brushing my face and saying "baby? You wanna go up to bed?" I rubbed my eyes and looked up at his beautiful face. When I nodded my head yes he picked me up and carried me bridal style upstairs all the way to his room. By the time we got there I was already almost fully awake again. He gently laid me down on the bed and sat on the edge of it next to me.

Marshall's POV:

We sat in silence for a while and I couldn't stop thinking about how she said those things about bad experiences. I was really falling for her and I hadn't even known her that long. I just felt so protective over her. She was zoned out and I softly touched her thigh. She flinched very hard and I could see that momentarily she was truly scared and it made me upset. I quickly removed my hand and apologized. I wanted to know so badly what happened to her. Who hurt her.

"Alex? Please tell me what happened?"

Alex's POV:

"What do you mean?" I asked him.

"I mean, when you talked about bad experiences. What happened to you?" I could see there was true, deep concern in his eyes. But the thought of what happened made tears well up in my eyes and Marshall noticed and he held me.

"I'm sorry, Alex. Please don't cry. I just really want to know who hurt you. Please, baby?" When he called me baby it made my stomach turn in knots and my knees weaken. He really had an affect on me. I couldn't just not tell him when he obviously cared so much.

I sniffled and wiped some remaining tears off my face. "When I was little I lived with my dad, my mom, and my brother." I began. "My parents were always fighting and since my brother was a lot older than me he left when I was pretty young. I was left with my mother and father. My mother was on drugs and my father was an alcoholic. Every night he would come home drunk and him and my mother would fight. I would lock myself in my room and hide under my covers but I could hear the screaming and the hitting. One day my mother finally left. And she left me with my father. When he had no one else, he turned to me. He would come home and get so angry with me. I never knew what for but I always knew I did something wrong. He would hit me. Gave me black eyes and bruises all over my body. He broke my nose once. One day something about him changed. He came home and he told me that I didn't do anything wrong. That was the first time he had said that. He was actually being nice to me and I didn't know why. Then we went into my room and he started touching me. I didn't understand I was just a kid. He told me I had been a very good girl. And then he would rape me. Over and over and over again. For years he did it. And finally when I was 16 and he still hurt me, I couldn't do it anymore." I slowly started taking off my leather jacket. I turned my arm and I showed him a scar all the way up my inner left forearm. "I did this. I never wanted to tell you because I didn't want to lose you." I let more tears run down my cheeks before I continued. "My father found me. It made him angry. And he told me that if it was pain I wanted it was what I was going to get. After that, before he would do things to me he would put his cigarettes out on me." I stood up directly in front of Marshall and started pulling my dress up. "Alex.." He started. "Marshall it's okay." I told him. When my dress was high enough I showed Marshall the inside of my thighs.

Marshall's POV:

I already had tears in my eyes. Alex was so beautiful and so sweet. How could he fucking do that to her?! I had touched the scar on her arm and it hurt me so bad. It was huge. It was really risen and I could tell it was deep. When she showed me the inside of her thighs the tears in my eyes started flowing down my cheeks. All inside her legs were cigarette burns. Several of them. I wanted to fucking kill that bastard. Alex reached out and wiped my face off after she pulled her dress down.

"Please don't cry over me, baby. I'm sorry." She sat next to me and leaned her head on my shoulder. When she called me baby it made me feel so wonderful. But why was she apologizing? I tilted her head up and looked at her. "Don't you ever apologize for that, Alex."

She sniffled and started talking again. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I didn't want to lose you. I thought that you would think I was a freak." She started crying and it hurt me. I hugged her and rubbed her back. "Alex. I would never think that. I wouldn't ever leave you. I'm so sorry this happened to you. I love you, baby."

I felt her stop crying.

Alex's POV:

"What?" I looked up at him.

"I love you, Alex" he repeated.

I let more tears roll down my cheeks and I looked at him in a way I had never looked at anyone before and whispered "I love you too, Marshall."