Sorry(marty Mcfly X reader)

Chapter Three: empath

Your POV

Me and Marty got home and I flopped onto his couch. I sighed. "You gotta nice place Marty." I said. "Thanks I'm not used to it either." I looked at him, confused. "Uh marty you live here why wouldn't you be used to it." He raised his eyebrow up. "I never said that?" He looked at me with his worried eyes again. I stared at his face, I was trying to separate my thoughts from.......everyone else's. "Are you okay?" He looked at me again. "Huh?! Oh yeah I'm fine sorry." I jerked my head away. "H-how did you know I was........thinking that?" He lightly touched my shoulder. "The empathy thing." I added " we can hear peoples thoughts but most of the time its like our own thoughts. We can also tell when people are lying, and we can see auras and-"I was interrupted. "Auras?" He was sitting by me now. "Oh yeah. I like to think of them like.....um personality's or emotions they are colors around people. Some "empaths" claim to see more than one layer of colors but I only see one." I shrug my shoulders. "How do I know all of this is real?" Marty asked me with curiosity. "How do I know your time traveling is real?" I smirked. He stared at me in awe. " h-how" I laughed. "Well I know its real now."he replied. "Hey so uh what's my aura color?" He questioned after an awkward silence. "I have to look at you for a while to see it." I answered. He nodded. I looked at him for quite a while.

Marty's POV

Crap. I avoided eye contact for so long. Then she stared at my hair. I looked up just a glance can't hurt. I looked at her eyes. They were a beautiful shade of (e/c). "Its....uh blueish purple kinda like a sunset." I nearly jumped. "Eh heh. Do you know what yours looks like?"I asked. "No I don't really like to look at myself." "Well I do" I thought." She looked at me as if I slapped her. "So.....
Where's your mom?" She asked. "Oh she's here I'm gonna go get her." I nervously ran my hand through my hair.

Your POV

He's taking a long time. I sit and sit waiting. Finally he comes into the room. " mom this is my........um friend." Marty's mom raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Hi my name is Lorraine." She smiled and shook my hand. " My name is (y/n)." I sheepishly shook her hand back. "Would you like to come to dinner tomorrow?" She said in a sweet voice. "Sure!" I smiled. Marty drove me home. "Seeya." He waved out of his window. "Bye!" I waved back. I frowned and sighed. I walked up the stairs to my apartment. "Where in the HELL were you?!" My mom yelled. "Mom we have neighbors..." I answered. "When have I ever cared about these idiots." She grabbed my arm and threw me into my room. "Maybe now you'll learn to stop disobeying me you you-!" I slammed the door before she could finish. "Good riddance." I turned to walk to my bed. She opened the door and hit me right in the eye. I never screamed so loud in my life. She kept telling me to shut up but I pushed away and hit anything that moved I screamed louder with every word she said. "Shut up you little brat!" She hit me in the head and arms. I stood up, took my guitar and hit her over the head as hard as I could. A sickening thud made me nearly sigh with relief. I flopped onto my bed and cried until it was time for school. My alarm went. I looked at my arms. Bruised. My eye was black. My hair was messy. I felt my nose and quickly retracted when I felt something wet. Blood. I sighed and went to the bathroom. I looked horrible. I wiped it all off with a towel. Ugh I felt sick, but I couldn't just skip school I'm late every day all ready because of my mom. She came out of her room. Her eyes had enormous bags under them. "You're Leaving." She balled up her fists. "Y-you bitch!" I can't just live by myself not with my anxiety. "F-fine I'll just live with my...........boyfriend.....y-yeah!" I felt tears fall off my cheeks. "You have a boyfriend?!ha! Don't make me laugh!" She smirked. "Your lucky you can barely even swing a twig." Is she serious. Her head is bleeding and she still has the nerve to yell at me. I punched her right in the boob and walked away. I don't have to deal with this shit. I went back into the bathroom and fixed my face as good as I could get it. I still looked horrible. I put on a medical eye patch (from when she hit me last time) and wore a long sleeve shirt. I got my skateboard and basically flew down the street. I didn't have school for at least two hours but I wanted to get away from......her.