Oh, Marcel!

Go!

~Ember~

"There it is." Marcel points and everyone leans close to the windows of Harry's car.

A little building stood by itself. The paint was peeling and the shingles on the roof were falling off. Trees and overgrown bushes covered most of the view of the small store. It looked dark and spooky. A sign at the end of a small broken concrete path stated that this in fact was a clothing store and it was open.

"Edwind's Tailors." Harry read the sign. "This place is already creepy, mate."

"Yes. The inside is worse." Marcel says and pulls Harry's car closer. The building comes more into view. There is two small windows, one of them is illuminated.

"Marcel, let's go up there. The light is on." I suggest but the look he gives me says that I shouldn't have said anything.

"Hell no." His face has paled, but he is giving me a very serious look. I'm almost afraid. All I can do is nod in agreement. My eyes are transfixed onto his now hazel ones.

"Bro, I wanna go inside though." Harry says ignore his brother's remark.

"You can go. Ember and I will stay here. I just wanted to see if it was still there." Marcel says and I pout at him. He gives me that look again and I stop.

"Whatever, do you want to go, love?" Emily looks at Marcel first, he seems to be giving her the same look he gave me. However it doesn't effect her as much. She shrugs and opens the door.

"Okay we will be right back. If we don't come back in an hour, call the cops." Harry teases Marcel as he shuts the door behind him.

"Marcel, what's so scary about this place?" I ask, I'm concerned by his fear of it.

"Bad memories, creepy old ladies, and just weird vibes." His hands wrap and unwrap around the steering wheel. I grab them and hold them. Not as much because I want to comfort him, but because it was getting annoying.

"Babe, it's okay. There is bigger things to fear than this. You should have went up and conquered your fear. It will make you braver." He looks down at my small hands holding onto his large ones.

"You know, you're right. I should go up there." Marcel's eyes become thoughtful after a few seconds.

"C'mon, I'll go with you." I add, hoping to sweeten the deal.

"Fine." He smiles. He never can resist me.

We exit the car and head up the crumbling path. Harry and Emily had only been in there for about five minutes so it wouldn't seem too weird for us to go in.

We reach the old door just as it suddenly opens.

"Go. Fucking go." Harry is standing before us, his eyes wide. Emily is pushing behind him as the take off toward the car. Marcel takes one look at the place and tugs me away and back to the car.

"Drive, Marcel. Get us the hell out of here." Harry isn't even buckled in he got in so fast. Emily manages to before Marcel starts Harry's car and takes off. He is a good distance away before Harry finally speaks.

"The lady in there she was on the phone and well she said something that really freaked both of us out." Harry starts. Marcel being the anxious one pushes for more information.

"What?"

"Well at first it seemed like a decent shop. It still carried your kind of clothes, but the lady behind the counter was younger and taller. She smiled and welcomed us. We began to browse..." Emily cuts Harry off.

"Then the phone rang. And she answered. Seeing as the store was quiet we could hear every word she said." Emily breathes.

"We only needed to hear two words. Johnny Emmett."

Marcel slams on the brakes. Sending Harry crashing forward and the seat belts catching the rest of us.

"Fuck." Harry mumbles as he rubs his head.

"Sorry." Marcel pulls off the deserted road and puts the vehicle in park.

"What else did she say?" I ask trying to put that incident behind us.

"He was coming in to pick something up. In half an hour." Emily's voice cracks. Harry is still rubbing his head, a scowl across his perfect face.

"We had better go then. He is on our trail." I say to Marcel.

"But wait, how the hell is he able to find us?" Marcel says out loud.

"He must be trackin us somehow. For god's sake he killed his own mother and got away with it!" Harry booms.

"We need to go." I push.

Marcel just nods and pulls the car onto the road again before heading down it.

"Where are we going?" Emily asks.

"Don't know. We're just going to drive until we come upon a town or a place with food." Marcel says without any emotion, his eyes trained on the road.

"Good. That way we get lost and die." Harry mumbles under his breath.

I hear Emily slap his arm and gets an ow from him. She quietly yells at him. Marcel looks so focused on the road that I don't want to disturb him. But I don't want to see him like this.

"Mars?" My hand lands on his thigh. He moves one hand from the wheel and places it on top of mine.

"I love you." He says, eyes still on the road.