Delinquent (Marshall Lee x Reader)

Part 14

"I'll ask you one last time, where were you?" Her voice was manic and cold.

I had just walked in the door no less than 60 seconds ago. I was so scared that my throat felt constricted. Her eyes were so red and bloodshot that I wondered if her vision was distorted. She looked disgusting and terrifying.

I finally found my voice, "My friends house. For a school project. I slept over and then–"

"When did I give you my fucking permission to sleep over at someone's? I didn't even get a dinner last night!" She shoved me up against the door with an angry yell. "I'm fucking hungry. And the house looks like shit. That's what your for. That's the only thing your fucking good for and you couldn't even manage to do it."

She grabbed my shoulders and pushes me to the floor. She stood over me with rage in her eyes. "I give you a place to live even though you ruined my life. Are you not grateful?"

"I am, I really am," I cried out.

"You're lying!" She shrieked. "If it weren't for me you'd be pimped out by now and you never even thank me."

I was muttering out apologies but I couldn't hear myself. I couldn't feel my throat.

"If you can't manage to feed me and keep my fucking house clean then your useless. I won't have trouble finding myself someone else—a man so that he won't get tempted to go sleep around like you are."

I tried to scoot back, anything to get away, even though I knew it wouldn't help.

She kicked my side and laughed at my attempt.

"That's right, I know you were with a man. I can smell it. You're a slut. You act just like him." Her voice was mocking and cruel.

Him. Her rapist. My father. She always mentioned him but never talked about him. Of course I was curious.

Her eyes seemed to burn with more rage after she thought about him. Rage she took out on me.

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I laid in bed in an awkward position. I could barely move. Luckily, she didn't use any weapons that would cause a ton of bleeding and she kept her assault to my torso and my legs. My right thigh and all across my ribs and stomach hurt.

I could easily cover the bruises with my clothes, unlike before. She was getting smarter.

I didn't know wether I was grateful or terrified.

I couldn't go to school tomorrow. I needed time to heal before I could walk without limping too noticeably.

Gumball. I wanted to call him so badly. But he would know what happened. He'd be able to hear it in my voice. He knew me too well. I texted him.

Sorry I've just been a bit sick. My phone was dead. Moms been passed out like all day. I don't think I can go tomorrow either, what's the update on classes?

I felt awful for lying to him, but he just didn't understand. He thought my mom was just some evil abuser and he was confused that I didn't seek help. He didn't get that my mom could be good. Just not when she was drunk. But it wasn't completely her fault, it was the alcohol.

I had always felt protective of her. If it weren't for her past, she could've been a good person. She could still become that person that she ought to be. I didn't want to give up on her. She didn't deserve everything that happened.

But I didn't deserve her abuse either. I knew I didn't. I knew I could get help. But I had to endure. There was no choice. Either I wait until she's back on her feet or she gets put in jail and I end up in a foster home.

Marshall had called me. Twice. And texted.

Text me as soon as your home?

(Y/N)?

You left your stuff here. I'll bring it for you tomorrow.

(Y/N) just tell me youre ok. please.

Marshall im fine, stop worrying. I sent back, trying to seem nonchalant.

He knew. Somehow, he knew. I didn't know how or why, but he saw right through me since the first time we met.

He complicated things. No one but Gumball knew. And now he did. He could tell people or try to get involved.

This is why I don't make friends.

Sorry if you think this is boring bc there's no Marshall, but I needed some plot lol. Please favorite and comment!!

Qotc: fav color and why?

Mines gray bc I like metaphorical gray areas. I don't believe things in life are simply black and white. Oh, and I always wear gray clothes, they're flattering on me ^_^