Oh Marcel

chapter nine

We were getting closer to the house and I could tell that Scarlett was not asleep,  her eyes were just close and her face was lifeless.  

" ok so I know that your unhappy, but you still need to listen to the records," I said.  She turned her head grinned very lazly. 

" Alright," and she sat up and she looked towards the road.  "Have you ever just wanted to leave this place and have a whole new identity?" She asked sitting back in her chair.  

" Well thats depends would that mean just randomly get up and leave without telling people or know I was leaving and warn everyone?" I asked. 

" What do you mean by everyone?" 

" Well like you my mum I don't know random people," I exclaimed. 

" Random people? Like people of the street?" She laughed. 

" No I don't know," I laughed and yelled. We ended the conversation and relized we were getting closer to the houses.  I past her house and Scarlett looked at me with confusion.  

" Marcel, what are we doing?" She asked. 

" I told you remember you are going to listen to my old records. And you cant to anything about it," I explained.  

" FIne, but you don't have to be all snippy about it," She huffed.  

" Its not snippy its sassy," I corrected. She looked back at me and a smile was officially painted all over her face.  I pulled into the driveway and before I turned the truck off Scarlett hopped out of the car and bounced into the house.  

I walked into the house and she was already plopped down on the sofa.  She was scrolling through the channels and I could tell she was tired.  

" Come on the record player isnt down here," I said and gestured my hand to the upstairs.  She let out an awkward groan and shlumped her way upstairs.  I walked into my pretty clean room and staired at my bookshelf.  She fell the light brown carpet about a foot away from the bed.  

" So you have the choice between The Beetles, Rolling Stones, or The Smiths those are my favorite and I think you will like them," I stated.  

" Sure," Scarlett agreed.  

I decided on The Beetles and set the record down next to Scarlett.  She sat up and pulled it out of the case.  I walked over to my dest and sitting right int he middle was a small record player with a few little buttons. I picked it up and to be honest it was a little heavey or maybe I'm just helplessly out of shape. I sat down next to her and pulled the record out of her hands gentally.  I placed it inside and put the needle in the crevis. I pressed a button to rise the volume.   The first song that played was 'Come Together.'  I saw as she listened at first she thought it was stupid then relizes that it was good music.  

As time went on my friend was starting to understand why I like older music.  The record finally ended and we just sat there on my floor listening.  Ocassinally I would hum a few lyrics.  

" So how did you like it?" I asked with confidance. 

" I gotta admitt you've got style," She said throwing her arms in the air.  " But now you have to read Divergent  in what looks like six day." 

" Arg, but I don't like reading," I whinned. 

" Oh shut up you love reading," She fired.  I pulled out my phone and it was already two o'clock.  She walked over to my dresser and picked out a pair of big, old, grey sweat pants.  

" Thanks," She smiled and walked into the hallway and into the bathroom.  She came back out still wearing her Batman top and now wearing my sweat pants.  Her hair was up in a messy bun and she had black eye make-up all around her eyes.  She plopped on the floor.  I sat on my bed and wrapped in the blankets.  I threw her a big pillow and I saw her get annoyed.  

" I hate you,"' She muttered under her breath.  

" I know,"  I replied.  Scarlett's not like most girls she understands.  She doesn't care if her bestfriend is nurdy and not the most popular guy in school.  She doesn't care about staying up all night and pulling all nighters. She's just like any other person, but I've known this person for almost thirteen years.  I heard a noise coming from down stairs and got quite frightened.  

" Scar are you asleep?" I whispered.  

" No Marcel," she said getting annoyed.  The noise coming from down stairs was getting louder and louder.  

" Do you hear that," I asked.  She got up half way and her arms were holdiing her body up.  We spent about two minutes listening.  I remembered just then that my mum never came home. 

" Shit!" I screeched. 

" Wait whats wrong?" Scarlett got up and followed me.  We were in the hallway and almost all the lights where turned off, but the kitchen.  

" No I think you are sexy, but I don't know who you are," The feminine voice slurred.  We made sure that the two figuars couldn't see us but we could see them.  Our bodies we as close to the wall as they could get.  I heard everything that was going on.  Well the words at least a lot of it was mumbling.  I looked at scarlett and she looked very confused.  

" No seriously I am an old women and have a son I don't think it would be right for you ro be here," My mum slurrled.  Though I could tell in her voice she was sobering up.  I leaned my head over and what looked like a twenty year old man let go of her hands and started heading towards the door.  He took one more look at her and walked closer to her.  At first I thought he was going to kiss her but he raised his hand and it instantly slapped her across the face.  Right when it happened I was knew I was going to kill him, or at least I wanted to.  I almost to a step when I felt a hand grab my arm.  Scarlett put her hand over my mouth shushed me quietly.  We listened more and heard the door slam shut.  I glanced over and my mum was walking towards the couch.  We ran quietly up the stairs quietly and slammed my bedroom door.  

Anger was running al through my veins.  Scarlett politely sat down on my bed while I paced around my room.  

" Why does that freaking bastard think he can just, yuck sleep with my mum," I shivered. 

" Because he's a young bastard and has nothing else to do with his life?" She responded quietly. 

I stopped pacing and looked at my friend confused. " How in the world are you not freaking out?" 

" Because when you were away, and when my mum was just starting out in the process of a devoirce she was the exact same way, but the only defference she wasn't as stong and, let it happen," She sighed.  

I sat down next to her and my anger instantly transfered to sarrow.  " Wait, what are you okay," I asked. 

" Oh yeah I'm fine it was just really nasty," we stared at each other for a moment when Scarlett broke the scilence again.  " Here we gotta do somthing," She said as she grabbed my wrist and walked me down stairs.  My mum was passed out on the sofa.  

She walked to the small cabinet stores all of our medicans.  She took out a bottle of asprin and out came  two small white capsuls.  

" Hey would you get me some water?" She asked politly.  I nodded my head and walked over to another cabinet on the other side of the room.  I pulled out a clean glass, I then walked over to the refridgiderator and out came a few cubes of cold ice.  After that I moved it over and out came water.  I filled the glass about half way and made my way towards my friend.  She was staring intensly at one of the tiny pills.  I leaned over her shoulder and her eyes slowly turned towards me.  I lightly set the glass on the counter.  Our eyes met and we stood there with out saying anything.  She broke our stare, put on a weak smile, grabbed the asprin and water, and walked towards my mum.  Near the couch was a small table that held a little lamp.  She set it down and began to walk up to my room.  Before I fallowed her I walked over to my mum and gave her a small kiss on her cheek.  Then I walked up the staircase.  

Scarlett was already wrapped perfectly in blankets on the ground.  I turned of the light and covered myself in the warm, comfy, blankets.