Oh Marcel

Chapter 29

We all walked in a strait line up a wobbly, metal staircase.  Then up we went onto the roof.  Scarlett grabbed an extra bottle out of Toms hand and handed two bottles to Harry and Emilie.  Harry took the bottle from Scarletts hand then gave her a small hug.  He's actuuly kind of sweat behind all the tattoos and peircings.  She then to me, i looked up from my phone and I saw her amazingly brown eyes. 

" Hey you don't get this for the rest of the night," she smiled and ripped my phone out of my hands. I laughed a little then relized that Tom was here and I was talking to Scarlett.  God knows what type of beating I'm going to get.  

" Listen you should probably go talk to Tom,"  I said pointing to him.  It looked like from this distance that he was trying to make small talk with Harry. 

" No, I havent talked to you since this morning.  And plus if he really liked me he wouldn't care. 

" Be careful what you-" 

I get cut off when Tom came to Scarlett.  He got over to her pretty fast and it made me think that he was listening to our conversation. 

" Hey babe," He said and practically dove into her.  There mouthes crashed into each other and her eyes were closed,  He looked over at me really quickly and did not look happy.  I walked over to the side of the roof.  No I did not jump, I sat on the edge look at the magnificent veiw.  The sun was starting to set and I tried not to focus on the lip smaking.  I took a long lingering sip of the crappy beer.  

" You know you really should tell her how you feel," the deep raspy voice told me.  

" I'm not going to do that.  Shes happy and I don't want to meke her upset," I sighed. 

" She is with him because your not.  She gave up Marcel.  You didn't asked her out so she found someone who would," Harry said as he took a swig of beer. 

" Hey why don't you sing in public?" I asked trying to change the subject.  I know I'm here for her, but I can't talk about how much I messed up with her.  

" I've only known you for like a few weeks you don't know what I've done." 

" Okay? So have you ever sang in public?" 

" No...I just I don't know it wouldn't work.  Oh I forgot t tell you I got a job," he said quietly. 

" The fuck, doing what tattoo art?" I guessed.

" Ha funny, no the oppisite actully a bakery.  About a year ago I got all these tatoos and I'm not feeling them anymore.  They bring up memorys I don't want to remember.  I'm gonna get most of them removed."  This shocked me because he really struck me as a bad ass, but maybe he is really just missunderstood. 

" Well good luck.  So why do you think were here?" 

" I don't know? Hey Scar why in the hell are we here again?" Harry asked. 

" Oh yes my curlied haired boy.  I was getting to that."  she then let out and ear splitting scream. She hopped up and down and ran around the roof. No one could stop her. Because she stopped herself. 

" Why arn't my dear friends not screaming with me?" She asked with innocents written on her face.  

" Because your mad," Emilie said. 

" Thats the point.  I've got a lot of anger and the only way I will feel better is if I scream it out.  I know all of you to well to know that you guys can hold in your anger." 

Harry got up and put his beer on the concret besides me.  He walked over to her and they started screaming.  Knowing Harry he didn't scream like Scarlett he screamed swears.  Multipul swears I didn't even know existed.  Person by person everyone joined in.  And it did help.  We were in the middle of know where.  The rumbling of the train was coming and the resturant started to shake a little.  I didn't stop though, I had alot to be mad at and two minutes wasn't going to cut it.  

Over the course of the night screams randomly came out and beer was drunken. It was really a good night until the unthink able happened. 

" Hey I gotta pee.  And I'mg etting tired so soon can we leave?" Scarlett asked. 

" Of course babe," Tom said. 

" Okay I'm gonna pee, be back soon."

" Oh wait I'll come with," Emilie said.  The opened the door to the staircase and walked down. 

" Why do girls go to the athroom together?" Harry mumbled. 

"I- I don't know," I replied.  And I really didn't understand.  Tom walked over to us and took off Harry's black Ray Ban glasses from his shirt and tossed them over the roof.  

" What the fuck!" Harrys said with anger.  Now he hated Tom and it wasn't normal hatred it was somthing unable to read. Harry opened up the door and took off running. 

Tom grabbed my tee-shirt and slammed me hard on the brick wall.  He threw multipul punches in my stomach and face.  Punch after punch.  Everything hurt.  Then he crossed the line.  His knee made extream contact with my dick.  One last time in the stomach and I was on the concreat roof.  Tears streaming down my face.  Everything hurt and flashbacks of my past came flooding back.  Living in the mental institution, meeting Scarlett's dad again, the night at the party when the insident happened.  I remembered it all and my brain started to hurt.

" Stay away from Scarlett," the blond haired boy said. He opened up the door and started to walk down the metal stairs. 

Then I saw the puck, curlied hair boy coming up.  " There not ruined. But-" He got cut off by looking at me. " Mate what happened.  Tom. You have to tell Scarlett," He said kneeling down to my level. 

" Tom.  Shh don't tell her.  She doesn't.  Ah. Need. Ah. To know." 

" Yes.  Come on lets get you down-" 

" Harry... I was sent... to mental.  I tried to kill...Ah," I stopped talking. I leaned my head against the brick wall and cried.  Harry was there staring at me and a stream of tears flushed out of his eye.  

" Shh Marc you don't need to.  Come on when Scarlett leaves we'll take you home," He put his hand on my shoulder and it really didn't hurt probably the one place he didn't punch. 

After about ten minutes of waiting and tears it was time to move.  I couldn't tell Scarlett what happened, because there was somthing that stopped me.  He made her happy and thats all that matters.  On the ride home Harry told Emilie and she cried a little.  I guess she thought he was nice and he wasn't.  That was the last thing he was.  He also explained why she shouldn't tell and she agreed.  I wounder if she actully will keep it to herself.