Meant For Me ❀ Narcel

❀Just The Way You Are❀

N.H.

I hated it. I absolutely hated it that I couldn't get Marcel's father to let go of his neck. I did everything that I could. The one thing that finally got him to let go was what Marcel's sister had done; she had hit him in the place she knew would hurt him the most. Their father had released Marcel from his tight grip and dropped to the floor at the same time Marcel had. It fucking killed me to see Marcel on the floor with his eyes closed because we was too scared to open them. I just wanted to rip his father to shreds for doing this to his own flesh and blood.

I should have taken his place. I should've been the one that Marcel's father should have grabbed and choked. Not Marcel. Marcel did nothing wrong.

I already knew that him going to work today was totally out of the question and it took me awhile to find his boss' number in his phone. Yes, I know I shouldn't be snooping through his phone, but this was for his health. He was in no condition to work today. Once I had gotten ahold of his boss, I told him what happened and he was in complete shock. He honestly wanted to call the police right then but I told him that it wasn't his place to do that. Sure, calling the police is the right thing to do because this was considered child abuse but Marcel didn't want anyone to call the police and I hated that he wanted it that way.

So Marcel's boss gave him the next few days off to rest; he even said they'd be paid days off. I know that'll make Marcel happy. As of right now he's asleep and cuddled into my side. We were still in his room, waiting for Gemma to come and tell me it was okay to leave. I was not going to let Marcel stay here another day. I couldn't. I just couldn't. I couldn't even bear the thought of Marcel coming home from school and not coming to school the next day because of what his asshole father had done.

Would Gemma even tell me if something terrible happened to Marcel?

Would I even be the first to know?

Thinking about never seeing Marcel again scared the shit out of me and I didn't like it one bit. I held Marcel closer to my body to reassure myself that I wasn't going to lose him. I could tell Marcel over and over that he'd never lose me and it would be true, but I was so scared to believe that when he said the same to me, if he truly meant it. Marcel clearly still has those kinds of thoughts and that really terrified me. He told his mother that if he kills himself, he didn't want her to be at the funeral. That tells me that he still thinks about it. I know that he hasn't done anything to harm himself, but that's only because I haven't really left him alone since his father hurt him the first time.

I sighed. I knew I had to trust Marcel to come to me when he had those thoughts. It just still scared me and I don't think I'll ever get over that fear.

"Niall?" That was Gemma; she had just walked into Marcel's room after I had unlocked the door. "You can leave with Marcel now. My father left with his drinking mates."

She sounded like she was in relief, but I could also sense she was worried. Their father being drunk was probably the root cause of him hurting Marcel.

"You can come with us if you'd like," I told her, reassuring her that my home could be like a safe haven for them both.

But she shook her head. She told me that she could stay with her boyfriend for awhile until she figures out what to do about her father. Gemma knew that they had to tell the police about this, but she needed to build up enough evidence and I was willing to help in anyway.

"I'm really grateful that my brother has you, Niall. Thank you."

She waved me goodbye as I carried the still sleeping Marcel to my car. A few bags of his things were on my backseat; needless to say, Marcel was going to live with me now. Sure, it wasn't everything from his room, but it was the things I knew he'd want to take with him the most.