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Chapter 14: Broken Relationships

Chapter 14: Broken Relationships

Marcel's POV

I thought Allie was sick. At the very least something was definitely wrong with her. She was kind of being... NICE to me. What made her change? Why was she acting this way?

I was almost disappointed when Saturday came around, which was really strange. I managed to perk myself up by telling myself maybe Allie would surprise me again, maybe she would show up at my house unexpectedly again.

We made some real progress on our song. We had the whole beginning down. It went like this: "I used to bite my tongue and hold my breath, scared to rock the boat and make a mess. So I sit quietly, agreed politely. I guess that I forgot I had a choice, I let you push me past the breaking point. I stood for nothing, so I fell for everything". We were building up to the chorus, but we hadn't found the bridge yet. We were still looking.

I slept in like I usually did and came downstairs. I had my weekend clothes on, but I had put on a long-sleeved shirt under my short-sleeves. My mother didn't know about my scars. She would kill me if she knew I had them. I hid them really well.

"Good morning, Marcel!" my mother chirped. "I made eggs this morning."

"Good for you," I said as I sat at the kitchen table. I rested my cheek in my hand. "Can I have some?"

"If you start being nice to me, yes," she said, giving me a look.

"Mother, did you get a haircut?" I asked, smiling up at her sweetly.

"You've got to try harder than that."

"Fine. Mother, you sure do look lovely this morning. Off to make those men crazy, I see?"

"Marcel, be quiet!" my mother laughed, slapping me over the head with a clean napkin. "You're so inappropriate!"

"That means I'm normal!" I exclaimed, grinning widely.

"Oh yeah, before I forget," my mother said. "I ordered your contacts, Marcel. They should be coming in next week at the latest. You won't have to wear those clunky glasses anymore."

I was slightly offended. I liked those glasses. There was nothing wrong with them. They helped me see clearly.

But on the other hand, I was excited to know that my contacts were coming. I had been waiting for this for months. I wasn't at all nervous about having to stick something in my eye, as long as it helped me.

"Thanks, Mum," I said.

"You're welcome, sweetie," she replied. She set down a plate of scrambled eggs in front of me.

"But I don't like scrambled eggs," I protested. "You set me up," I realized.

My mother rolled her eyes. "No, I didn't. And if you don't like your home-cooked meal made with your mother's love you can go get some cold manufactured cornflakes out of the pantry."

"Alright, alright," I mumbled, grabbing a fork. "You don't have to make me feel guilty."

"So, how's Allie?" my mother asked, sitting across from me.

I nearly spit out my eggs. "No, Mother!" I said sharply. "I'm not going to talk about her here."

"Why not?" she pouted. "Okay, if not here, where?"

"I'm not going to talk about her at all!" I exclaimed.

"You just did," my mother pointed out.

I groaned. "You're never going to leave me and her alone, are you?" I asked. It was kind of a rhetorical question, but my mum answered anyway.