Fighting spaces -Sequel-

Chapter 4

I fumbled aimlessly with my clothes as I struggled to pull each piece on individually, I combed my fingers through my hair. even though that wasn't my number one priority.
I looked across the dark room to the alarm clock that glowed bright red with the numbers 4:00.
My eyes darted over to Derek who was laying asleep in the bed that the both of us had just torn up, my hands shook as I pul on my shoes and washed off my makeup with some wet wipes that were sitting in the dresser. I was quick to dart out of the room and into the living room, I took a look at myself quickly in the mirror before making a fast escape to the front door and out of the apartment complex itself.
Because I ran here last night in my rage for Derek, I did not have my car... or my phone. I groaned and started my trek to the gas station that was a few blokes from here, I knew it had a pay phone and I could just ask someone for a quarter.
As I came up to the gas station I was stopped in my tracks as I saw Scott and Stiles walking out to the jeep, my eyes widened and I quickly turned to walk away and go unnoticed.... but today just hasn't been my day.
"Marcey?" I heard the sound of Stiles' voice fill the air and I let out a shaky sigh as I turned around.
I glumly walked over to them and held back another sigh,
"Any of you boys got a quarter?" I decide to just keep it simple and maybe they won't engage in too much conversation.
Stiles started to rummage through his pocket,
"Yeah, what for?" he pulled out a pocket of change and started to go through it until he found a quarter,
"The pay phone, I need to call home." I pointed over to the pay phone that was currently occupied by a woman with tears rubbing down her face, I but my lip and gravely looked away.
Stiles snatched back his quarter with a smile on his face, I was about to protest but he cut me off,
"Nonsense! I'll drive you!" once more I was about to protest but Stiles picked me up and before I knew it he was plopping me down onto the back seat. I took note on how Scott hadn't said a single word to me at all.... hard feelings. I get that. but that still doesn't make me any less bitter, just saying.

It was an awkward car ride to say the least, with me giving directions every few minuets and nothin but the radio filling the quiet jeep. It was a wonder that I didn't just jump out of the vehicle ... I mean yea he was going 40 mph, but I could have gotten up quick enough and made a ran for it. But that definitely would have burnt down any remaining bridges and smashed them to the ground to dust.
"Thanks for the ride Stiles," I said, opening ye car door and shutting it before he could get out any words, but as I made my way to my "home", I couldn't help but hear Scott start his rant about me that was sure to last the whole car ride back to wherever they're heading.
I let out a sigh of sadness, feeling oddly alone, and made my way in through the front door.
"Oh my god!" I was suddenly picked up in a rough embrace an the smell of whiskey and musk hit my nose,
"Ethan!" I squealed, it sound like an unpleasant smell, but it actually smelled weirdly comporting.
"What happened? its 5:00 at night!" I looked up to the sky, noticing for the first time that it was actually pretty dark out.
"I got a little tied up.... but trust me, I didn't want to be there." Ethan gave me a hard look for a good solid 5 minuets, and I was starting to get uncomfortable,
"Did you...?" Ethan trailed off and I just let out an aggravated growl and stalked into the house, I would like to open up to Ethan... but I had a feeling he would report to my uncle. "Marcey! wait!" I heard his feet patter speed up and I rolled my eyes and clutched my coat even tighter around my body, feeling as if it was keeping all my secrets held in, like they would burst from my mind and come vomiting out my mouth to where I couldn't hold them back. And even though I knew by my reaction Ethan had gotten his answer, I could still lie to myself and pretend he was dumb enough to not know.... but it's what ever.

I stalked up to my room that I shared with Aidan, he seemed pretty surprised when I slammed the door an flopped down on my bed; on the verge of a mental break down. why I overacting so much? I don't know, but I just felt the need.
"Hey, she finally comes home!" Aidan said, a teasing tone lingering in his sentence.
"Yeah. I'm home." I stood up and stripped down to my underwear, "and if your brother comes in, I'm in the shower and don't let him bother me!" I huffed over to the bathroom that was built into our room.
I didn't care if Aidan or Ethan saw me naked, or visa versa, Aidan and I share a room and Ethan is gay.
I turned the water on and stepped in, letting it run down my body and just take away my worries.
But this was short lived because soon I heard my uncles voice ring out through the house,
"MARCALYN!"
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