Family-CutiePieMarzia and PewDiePie(4)

Chapter 21

Marzia POV

The cold, bitter air blew into my face. The snow was falling lightly, but each flake sent pain though my whole body. How long has it been? How long has it been since I ran away. I stared up at the sky. The moon cast a slight shadow white shawdow across the street. Streetlight where still on, but barley working. It must still be early, only around 9:00-ish.

Bright yellow lights shone from inside houses. You could see children running about inside of them, smiling, laughing, playing with their Chistmas toys. If Stephano was alive, he would be one of those children. Probably playing with his toy car me and Felix where planning to get him. Then we would be sipping hot drinks by the crackling fire.

Tears slipped down my face. If only I protected Stephano. Then none of this would've happend!! My knees got weak. I fell to the ground, hitting my head hard on the cold, wet gravel. On the side where Felix hit me. I needed a place to sleep. But where the heck could you sleep? There where hardly any alleyways, or doorways of shops. Well, there was one, but someone was already sleeping there. Shakily, I got to my feet and trudged forward.

The blood on my face had dried up but the bruise still stood out. It hurt like crazy too. I was really starting to think that he had broke my jaw. He...he could go to jail for that!! He couldn't go! He was mad. Crazy. It was all my fault! I was the one who needed to go to jail! I shook my head, trying to focus on a sleeping place. There was backyards, small alleyways, and a few shop doorways...but they where too exposed. Of someone came looking for me, it'll only take a few seconds for then to do so. But I was too tired to care. In the end, I slipped in between some concrete walls and laid down.

To be honest, I was shocked that this place wasn't already taken. A small, hidden ally behind a war, bakery. One of those 20 hour ones for the late night workers. Though they could only get warm...sweet bread. The smell filled my nose, making me want to eat some. There was no way I was gonna steal though. The closet I've come to stealing was accidentally taking on of those toy keychains from a table at school. But halfway though the next lesson I burst out crying. Saying that I was gonna go to jail. I got told to keep it, as the person who owned it was off sick. The next day, on a Saturday, me and my friend burned it.

A small smile spread across my face as I remembered it. If only my friend...was alive. She died in a car crash a few months ago. Then Stephano died a month after that...geez. There was hardly any days I went without crying. At least I have twins now...I wonder how Felix was doing...was he looking after them probably? Sighing, I closed my eyes, and fell into a very uncomfortable, horrible sleep.

*4 hours later*

I woke up the next day, dying to pee. Of course though, on this day, there where no public toilets open. I sent half an hour walking the streets, desperately looking for one. Great. None. In the end, I had to squat nervously in the ally I slept in. It was disgusting. But...at least I'm comfortable. Well, there was a layer of dried ICE sticking to my clothes but you get what I mean.

That's when I remembered something. I made myself a promise that I went back to Felix after a day. Had it even been a day? Sighing, I slowly made my way back home. Fear ran amok in my body, shaking it up even more. What would happen if he got mad again? Would I have to run away for good? Maybe if I packed some extra underwear, clothes, and money, I could go and live with my parents...maybe. But Felix would look their first. I just know it. Could...could I go to Sweden though? His parents like me. And if I turned up on their doorstep, explained everything, they couldn't turn me away could they? There was the chance they could though.

If I did a few vlogs though, and got the money YouTube gave me, then I could move again. Maybe to the UK. Or another part of Europe. It would be hard to live somewhere though. The money YouTube payed me was a fair amount, but it was just enough to pay all the bills. Nothing else. I just couldn't wear the same sweater and jeans all the time! And with my fashion vlogs? Or any videos? I needed stuff for DIY, paints, and food! I needed food! Great! Just freaking great! I couldn't run away! It was too hard!

Suddenly, someone's arms wrapped around my body, holding me tightly. Once I managed to turn around I saw that it was Felix! You could see dried blood on his hands, in little lines. Wait...has he done?? What I think he's done? I stared up at him. You could tell that he had been crying. His normally bright blue eyes where now a distant grey.

"I-I'm sorry Marzia...please, please forgive me!! Please I'm begging you!!" He cried, tears spilling over his eyelids.

"It's-it's fine." I mumbled.

"Come on...l-lets clean you up. Geez, you're freezing. Did you really spend the night on the streets?" When I nodded, he cried harder. Well where else was I supposed to go? That's when he put his coat around me. It did warm me up, but it...it exposed his left arm. The cut up and bloody left arm. Not to mention his right arm as well. There was a deep, still bleeding tiny, tiny cuts. When I looked closer, I saw that it spelled out a word. 'Idiot'. But you could hardly make it out, as there was a giant slash across it. On his other arm, there where about 50 cuts going from his wrist to halfway up his upper forearm. But I didn't have time to ask questions, as we where coming though to door. And I was gonna have a bath.

The twins where fast asleep in their baskets, snoring softly.

"I-I gave them their bottles, bath, and new diaper...it was hard." He said, resting his head against mine. "By the way, tomorrow, do you want to paint the baby's room? It wouldn't be Stephanos...I got a surprise for you about that...but first...go and take a bath...you're freezing." Smiling, I ran into the bathroom. Wondering what the surprise about Stephanos room was.

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Sorry if this chapter sounded a bit strange...but..oh freaking well!

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