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Chapter 3 🔵 Continuing...

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👑Kelly👑
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 "Shit. I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" Marc ask.

"No, it's nothing," I say, holding onto my stomach.

"What's wrong with your stomach?"

"Nothing,"

The ride stops and I get out not even waiting for him. I walk until I reach Wyatt's car. Marc was right behind me. I lean on the car and wait for someone to unlock it.  Marc walks up to me, clearly mad. "What's wrong with your stomach?" He asks.

"Nothing," I grit out.

He sighs heavily. Before I could even move, he grabs both of my hands and pins them up against the car. He lifts up my shirt and his eyes darkened. "Why do you have a bandage on your stomach. And why is soaked with blood?".

"Mov--" I start to say, but he stops me.

"Who. Did. This. To. You?" He grits out, this time looking me in the eyes.

"No one," I say, sternly.

"Stop lying to me angioletto." He says.

I had enough. "Why do you care so much?" I ask. He doesn't say anything but clenches his jaw.  "I am not your responsibility. I don't know you, and you don't know me, so please stay away from me. Leave me alone!" I yell.

He still didn't say anything, just stares at me, with his fist balled up. Wyatt comes walking to his car, with his keys in his hand. He looks from his brother to me. "What's wrong?" He asks.

"Nothing, could you take me home now?"

"Sure, yeah let's go," Wyatt says, unlocking the car. We all got into the car not saying anything. Wyatt pulls out of the fair and drives off. No one said anything, so the car was completely quiet. I glance in the rear-view mirror and see Marc glaring at me. He was mad, and I didn't care. He has no right to be mad at me; he doesn't even know me. I glare right back at him.

When Wyatt pulls up at my house, I don't even give him a chance to say anything. I get out the car and take my keys out, opening my door. I walk into my room and straight into my bathroom. Lifting my shirt up, I gasp once I see my stomach.

Now I see why Marc was freaking out

The bandage that was shielding my cut, was filled completely with blood. I take it off and did the whole cleaning process, which hurt like hell. I jump on the bed and cover myself with my sheets before falling asleep.

Stupid, life

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💢Marc💢
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As soon as Wyatt pulls out of Kelly's house, I take my phone out and dial my friend Antonio's phone. Antonio is a private investigator that's really good at what he does. We used him from time to time when someone who owes me money up and runs.

"Marc, what happened back there with you and Kelly?" Wyatt asks. I ignore him and wait for Antonio to pick up the phone. "This is 'Tonio," Antonio states.

"Tonio I need you to do a search on a girl named Kelly,----" I look to Wyatt to help me out. I didn't know Kelly's last name.

"Moore," Wyatt tells me.

"Moore,"

"Okay got it," Toni says.

"I want everything on her and her uncle. I even want your best guys watching her. Set everything up tomorrow." I say, hanging up the phone. My fist was balled up. I was fuming.

"What's wrong? What happened between you and Kelly?" Wyatt asks again.

I sighed, right on the verge of snapping. "She was crying I'm guessing because of whatever your friends said to her. She wanted to go home, but I wanted to cheer her up before we left. So, we rode the Ferris wheel, and I kissed her. She flinched when I touched her stomach, and when I asked what happened, she said nothing. So I pulled up her shirt." I explain. "She had a huge bandage wrapped over the top part of her stomach. It was covered with blood. It looked like it was just recent."

"Did she tell you how she got it?"

"No, that's why I'm pissed. When I find out who did it, I'm going to kill them right then and there." I say, angrily.

"Calm down Fratello, we'll find out what's going on," Wyatt says, trying to calm me down.

"Look, I know you like that popular shit, but when you're at school, be a friend to her. That shit that your friends pulled at the fair, was stupid. Don't let it happen again," I say sternly.

"I won't Fratello," Wyatt responds. When we got home I go straight into the study to do some research of my own on Kelly.

I will find out what's going on

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👑Kelly👑
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It's been two months since the whole fair incident. I finished the project with Wyatt, which we completed after school at the library. After we turned in our project and got an A, I stopped talking to Wyatt. That didn't stop Wyatt though, he still tries talking to me every day at school. He wants to be friends, but what he doesn't understand is that we can't be.

As for Marc, he always comes by the diner. He's there for my entire shift; he doesn't ever say a word to me except when he's ordering. When it's time for me to go, he leaves. I ignore him as best as I can, but I don't understand why he can't just leave me alone.

Sometimes when he's at the diner and not looking at me, I glance at him. When I see him, it's like my heart beats faster and I instantly think about our kiss. I even find myself wishing to be able to kiss him again sometimes, but I keep those thoughts out of my head. I was now sitting on my bed, smoking the last bit of weed I had. I was trying to get really high so when my uncle comes home, I would hopefully be too high to hear all the shit he would be saying. The clock hit twelve o'clock, right on the dot.

Fear starts to wash over me. It was officially my birthday. I was now eighteen. I was nowhere near happy, instead, I was... Afraid. I hate my birthday. It was the day I would get punished even more by my uncle. He was always home ten minutes after twelve. He would find the most painful ways to punish me. He had rules that he always wanted me to follow.

I take one last puff of my blunt and put it out. Getting off my bed and tying my hair into a ponytail. I strip off my clothes, leaving myself naked. This was what he demanded on every birthday.

I hear the front door open and say a quick prayer to anyone who was listening. He walks into his room and smirks when he sees me on his bed. I let out a breath when I was sure he didn't bring anyone else with him this time.

"Let's get started."

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Wow, 2016 is finally about to be over in a couple of hours.

This year was horrible tbh.

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