Chapter 9

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Marinette pov.

"Mama! Papa! I'm home." I said running to the door of my home. I was so happy to finally be back but when I got there no one was around. "Mama? Papa? Where are you? Mama! Papa! I've come home."

But they were gone, I didn't understand. They were supposed to be back so why weren't they? I heard the door open and turned to see my uncle, Chloe, and Sabrina.

"Oh look! Maritrash is back." Chloe said. "I missed tormenting you."

"Where are my parents?"

"Your parents?" My uncle said. "Oh didn't you hear? They forgot all about you so they're staying."

"Staying?"

"Of course! They're so happy! Now that you were gone they weren't so poor." Chloe cackled.

"That's not true. It can't be! They love me."

"Stupid girl!" Chloe said smacking me. "Nobody loves you."

"Loser!" Sabrina and Chloe began pelting me with trash while my uncle poured beer on me and hit me with the bottles.

I ran out of the bakery in tears. The whole world became dark, I could hear my uncle, Chloe, and Sabrina's cackling all through the air. It continued to get darker, harsh, cold winds blew against me. I felt my skin being cut and scraped by something, it felt like claws.

"Mama. Papa. Somebody help me."

I collapsed in tears sobbing and crying. Suddenly a bottle of my uncle's pills appeared next to me. I picked it up and read the label, it read highly dangerous and could cause death.

"Go on." A voice told me, it sounded like a girl. "Kill yourself. End your misery."

I unscrewed the cap.

"Marinette?" I looked up and saw Adrien standing in front of me. He put his hand over mine and the bottle. "Give me the bottle."

I didn't want to. I wanted to die right now but I let go of the drugs and began to cry harder than I ever before.

"Please don't cry." He wiped away my tears and right before my eyes, he turned the bottle of pills into a white rose which he stuck in my hair. "It's okay. I'm here. I'm here."

It was getting dark, I couldn't see him anymore but I kept hearing his voice.

"I'm here."

I woke up to see Cat Noir sitting in my bed.

"I'm here Marinette." He said. "It's okay."

I sat up and looked at him. "What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I heard you crying and I had to see if you were alright." He saw how puffy and red my eyes were. "What happened?"

I began to cry, he put his arms around me and held me as I cried. I didn't know why I did this and why I did to him but after what I saw I needed someone to hold me.

"My parents were gone." I cried. "They forgot about me. I was left alone."

He stroked my hair with his claws. His shirt was soaked with my tears but he didn't care. "Please don't cry Princess." He said. "It was just a nightmare. Your parents haven't forgotten you."

He wiped my tears away and picked a white rose from my vase to put in my hair just like Adrien did.

"Wait here." He said. He went back to his room and came back with a circle and a net tied in it.

"What is that?" I asked.

"A dream catcher." He said. He hung it over my bed.

"Those never work."

"Trust me this one will. I promise you'll never have a bad dream when you sleep here." He pulled the blanket over me as I laid back down. I quickly fell back asleep, this time I had a wonderful dream. I dreamt that I was in a Cat's beautiful rose garden dressed as a princess dancing with Adrien. By morning when I woke up I felt much better.

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No one's pov

Alya was crying, she cried at least once a day everyday now. Ever since Marinette had left to be with that man to save her uncle, she had been miserable.

"Alya?" Nino said.

She wiped away her tears and swallowed a sob.

"Go away." Alya said.

"Are you crying?"

"I said go away!" She tried to run but he stopped her.

"Tell me what's wrong."

"Let go of me!"

"No! Alya, I've known you forever and I've never seen you cry. Now talk to me, tell me what's wrong."

She looked like she was going to smack him, she even raised her hand. But then she lowered it, her lip began to quiver, and she burst into tears. She sobbed into Nino's shirt as he held her.

"Marinette's gone!" She wept.

"What do you mean?"

"She's gone! She was forced to go live with some horrible man, who's probably beating her up or raping her! He might even have killed her!"

Nino held Alya closer as he listened to her cry.

"I know how you feel. My bro Adrien disappeared a year ago. I hope he's okay."

"I'm sorry."

"But I'm sure they're fine."

"How do you know?"

"I just have a feeling."

At the bakery, Sabine was in her room sobbing while Tom was a broken man. When they returned to find their daughter gone they were heartbroken. They had tried to find her, Tom had tried to get back to the mansion but he couldn't find it. They called the police but they couldn't find it either, it was if the mansion had disappeared.

Little did they know that Adrien had told Tikki and Plagg to cast a spell on the mansion so that no one could find it without his consent so finding Marinette was a lost cause and yet her parents wouldn't give up. Everyday he searched and every night she would hope and pray that somehow they would all be together again.

"How could you let this happen!" Tom shouted at his brother. "You sold her! She was your niece! You were supposed to take care of her! You're not my brother! Get out of my house!"

"Fine!" He said. "I don't need you!

Once he left he went upstairs to his bedroom.

"I'm home." Tom said glumly. His wife got up from her bed and threw herself into his arms.

"My daughter!" She sobbed. "My poor, poor, daughter."

"It's all my fault."

"No Darling, you're not to blame."

"I just can't bear to think of what horrible things he might be doing to her."

The whole scene was watched by Adrien through the mirror. "Plagg." He called.

"You called?"

"Tell Marinette that she can write a letter to her parents then deliver it."

"Okay."

Plagg got some paper and a pen.

"I can write to my parents?" Marinette said.

"Only if you want to."

"Oh yes I do! Thank you!" She cried happily. She grabbed the paper and began writing with the pen. Then Plagg put in an envelope and delivered it to her house.

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