Forgiven

Marci's POV

Maybe I should cry for help , Maybe I should kill myself , Blame it on my A.D.D. baby

Maybe I'm a different breed , Maybe I'm not listening , So blame it on my A.D.D. baby

Sail-Awolnation

As I sat in art class I couldnt get him out of my mind. Sure , I had feelings toward my current boyfriend Conner ; but i knew that wouldnt last long. None of them ever did , and I never cared. They were just like that new toy you get and discard after you get bored with it. Not that there was anything wrong with Conner ; other than your usual self-centered , controlling prick.

But I just wasnt like other girls.  I didn't believe my prince would come and save me from my tower. I know life isnt lke a movie , you just dont get your happyily ever after. We live in this thing called reality , where your either born to fit in with the plastics or youre an OUTCAST. Me? I was neither , yeah i was pretty enough with my 5'4 frame , brown hair , brown green eyes , and an average weight . But I rather not be an annoying anorexic cow who sleeps with every guy she sees to get what she wants.

I was the type of girl who sat at home locked in my room listening to Panic! at the Disco while watching American Horror Story. My thoughts were interrupted as my college professor Mr.West told us to start cleaning off our brushes. I looked over my painting. It was an old victorian mansion with dark clouds in the background and dead trees and graves in front of the house. It looked like something that could be in a horror movie. I put my stuff away and grabbed my bag as the bell rang. I was greeted to a slap to the face by the prick himself , Conner.

' What took you so fucking long ?! ' he exclaimed.

' Sorry , I was telling one of your sluts that you couldn't make it tonight. You were trying to find new ways to send me to the morgue. '

' Oh so you wanna fuck with me today? ' Conner questioned.

' I dont know , what game are we playing? ' I replied slyly.

' You stupid bitch , you're lucky were in public or...'

' Or what Conner ? You're gonna hit me again ? You should know by now that i'm not afraid of you ! '

' I wanna hear you say that when were at home.'

' Ooh i'm so scared Conner ! '

Thats when I saw him. He was gorgeous , like a god fallen from the sky. If i could just spend my life with him I would. It was like my soul called out to him. He was my Jack and I was his Rose. Everything would've been perfect if my illusion wasn't shattered by the iceberg that hit me. Except it wasn't an iceberg , it was the fist of a pathetic excuse of a man named Conner.

' Fucking listen when i'm talking to you bitch ! '

I glanced at my surroundings. There were only a few people including Mr.Perfect. He ran over to me and helped me off the ground. My guardian angel.

' Hey are you alright ? Do you need me to take you to a hospital ? ' he asked.

I touched my face. I noticed i was forming a black eye and had a bloody nose. I was going to have to get more make up to hide the bruises that have been put back on my face. If this kept happening , I would be broke by the end of the month.

' I'll be fine , its not like he hasn't done this before.' I smiled up at my mystery man.

' He's done this before ! He should know not to - ' he was disrupted before he could finish his sentence.

' Hey leave the bitch where she is ! Dogs are meant to be on the floor anyway. ' Conner said with a laugh.

' Didn't your mother teach you not to put your hands on a girl jackass ? Or were you raised by wolves? '

' Why the fuck do you care about this slut anyway ; you don't even know her yet your standing up for her ? She needs to learn to behave when she's talking to me anyway. '

Thats when my mystery man snapped. He got up and punched Conner in his face. Conner fought back and actually managed to punch my mystery man a few times , until he was round-house kicked. If he wasn't so attractive I would've left him and Conner to fight their lives away. He came back and helped me up.

' I never introduced myself but Im Steven. '

' Marisol , but you can call me Marci.'

' Well Marci i'm not letting you go home with that ass , so is there any where you would like me to take you ? '

' Actually I don't have anywhere to go , my family lives in England and I don't have my apartment anymore thanks to Conner ... so yeah ' I replied.

' Well looks like your coming home with me , doesn't it ?'

He gave me a small grin and I swear i was about to pounce on him and claim him as mine and only mine. It feels like he was made for me. We were like an artwork waiting to be molded together as one. I almost got lost in his beautiful blue eyes until I remembered that he was talking to me.

' I guess it does doesn't it ? ' I gave him a little laugh so it didn't seem I was drooling over him.

' Well I advise we go before he wakes up and campus security has to come and get me off of him ' he laughed , grabbed my hand , and started walking in the direction of his car.

I felt a spark in the palm of my hand. What the hell was wrong with me ? God things were only supposed to happen to good people , not me. I wasn't meant for this. I didn't want the kids , husband, and perfect house. I was meant to me alone. I felt like Violet from Season 1 of American Horror Story. Nothing around me was going the way I wanted it to. I was doomed from the beginning. From the minute I met him nothing was going to be ok. Tate would be the end of me. I was going to die one way , or another.

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I will try to do weekly updates as soon as this story starts getting enough readers. Sorry about any spelling and grammar .Please vote or comment , only if you want to though . :)