A Dark Past (Jack and Finn Harries Fanfiction)

Chapter 5

My mum, dad, and Max were all staring me down. Man, if looks could kill, I'd be on my way to the morgue.

"I'm sorry guys. I should have said something." My mums expression seemed to lighten when she realized I was fine, but dad and Max were going to need a little sweet talking to get me out of this one. "I was out with Jack, I'm trying to makes friends. That's what you guys want right? My life to go back to normal? If that's true you can't get mad at me for staying out until," I don't even know what time it is. I looked at the clock, it's only 9. Are you fucking serious?! "It's only 9 o clock!! I came home later when I was 12 and you guys didn't seem to care. I'm 19 now. I can stay out as long as I want."

The sweet talking wont be coming from me that's for sure, I'm pissed that they think its okay for them to get mad at me for something like this.

"You know guys. I thought you wanted my life to go back to the way it was. I understand you want to keep me safe, but I'm responsible. I had to go through a lot. Do you guys seem to forget? That I had to guide myself through my entire teenage life all by myself. That aged me quite a bit." I know bringing this stuff up to them will just make them upset. But it needs to be said, especially if they got so worked up over a 9 o'clock arrival back home. The words seem to flowing out of me now. I don't think I'll be able to stop until I get this all out. Even though its hurting me to relive it too. They need to remember.

"I lived in a basement for three years." I can barely see they're facing through my blurring eyes, but I can tell they are shocked. This is also acting as a release. Letting it all out for hopefully the last time.

"I lived in a small room for three fucking years. I was given a minuscule box on food and water to last me until he remembered to bring down another. I had a bucket to go to the bathroom in. There were no lights except for a tiny flash light. He told me it was so I keep my self looking pretty for him with his provided mirror. Sometimes when I acted out or behaved badly he'd chain me to the wall, for weeks at a time. I think the longest I was chained was 26 days. 26 days of not being able to stand up without crouching down. Only being able to move two feet in any direction. And of course, the bathroom was a good five feet away from the chain on the wall." At this point, everyone in the room had tear streaked faces, including myself. But I continued on anyway. "I was never given a tampon or a pad. He provided me with one ply toilet paper and a bucket of soapy water to wash anything out of my clothes, every now and then he'd throw down a towel. I had nothing to occupy myself with, except for my bag which contained my school work. I didn't realize how much I'd miss going to school, but I looked through all of those papers and books cover to cover so many times, where I could quote to you word for fucking word on Romeo and Juliet."

My parents looked at me with so much on their faces, my brother looked like he would pass out. And to think, I haven't even gotten to the bad part yet.

"And don't forget the abuse. Physical, emotional, sexual." I was almost spitting the words out. I wasn't as much angry now as tired of letting this define me, I need to get it out. Even if its to people who already know everything. "That man raped me." I saw my mum cringe. "I'm sorry, but we can't act as if it didn't happen. Because it did, but we can get over it." I took a shaky breath and continued. "He raped me a total of 47 times. Each time more agonizing than the next, because I knew what was going to happen, and I got worse each time. There was one time I thought I was pregnant. But I think he found out because of the fact there was no blood for a while, he knew something was up. So he repeatedly punched me in the stomach. The next day, the blood was back, but I knew why. In a way I was upset, he killed my chance of having company, and something to distract my self from pure hell. But I got over it. And that's when I decided to get out. I did what I had to do, and got out."

I didn't realize I was bawling my eyes out along with everyone else in the room. They all came up to me and embraced me in a family hug, and I cried even more.

My father pulled away, his eyes puffy. "Marley, we know how hard this has been for you. I'm so sorry we're suffocating you with our protection. But we just care about you so much, we want you to be safe."

"I know I know. But what's life if I can't experience it for my self and make my own mistakes. I'm not saying I want you guys to completely stop watching over me, just tune it down. It's going to take some getting used to for me as well as you guys. But I need this."

After several more minutes of deep conversation, I pulled my self away and went up to bed.

I layed down and plugged my phone in, and I noticed a message from 9:12. From Jack.

~Hey, I had a lot of fun today. Do you want to hang out tomorrow? :) -Jack~

The text put a big smile that was once tear stained and depressed.

I decided to answer it in the morning. Tell him that I crashed as soon as I got home, if I can avoid telling him about my hour long talk with my family, I will.

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A/N

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