Marcel Is His Name ... or Is It

Part 22

Harry

What is happening to the others?

*Maria's pov*

I look at Mark. He is a monster. How dare he do this. "Where are they?" I ask them.

"Probably already beat up." he said.

I felt the tears come out. Why doesn't anyone leave us alone? "Why do you this to her brother? Can't you see she suffered already?" Lana says.

"No I don't. Lana this does no involve you." Mark says.

"You brought me into this when you hert people Mark." Lana said.

I get up and go to my wheelchair. This time it opened. I sit down. I wipe the tears from my face. I start to push my wheelchair by myself but then someone helps me. It is Lana. I smile at her. We go towards Mark and Sally. They stood in our way. "Can you please move out of the way? I have no time for this." I say.

They move out of the way. We go back towards the lunch room. We stop when we see someone fighting. I see people on the floor and some still fighting. I see someone on the floor that I easily know who it is. "Harry!" I screamed.

I run off of my wheelchair and go to him. Marcel is right next to him. I go on my knees and looked at Harry. "Harry are okay? Dose anything hert? Who hit you?" I ask him.

"I am alright love. Just a guy punched me. Then I hit him. We started to fight. Then his friends came and they wanted to fight me. Then the boys, my brothers, and there girlfriends came. The girls fought with the cheerleaders and the boys and I fought those boys. Then one pushed me. Marcel caught me before I hit my head. Then you came." He says.

I turn around and see everyone still fighting. I get up and scream "Stop it! Just stop!" I say.

Everyone turns to me. "Everyone go back to class. They cannt catch us if we leave no. So go." I say.

Everyone walks away and leaves. The only one that stayed was Lana, Harry, and me. Harry gets up by himself. I feel my legs getting weak. Harry helps me go to the wheelchair. He sits me down. I thank him. I look at his face and see he has a bruise on his face. I touch the bruise and he winces with pain. I put my hand back on my lap and look down. "Lana you can go to class. I can take Maria from here. Thank you for being with her." Harry say.

I hear Lana footsteps disapear. Harry pushs my wheelchair to class. When we get there Harry puts me at a table. I take my notebook out and write in it. Harry stays silent. "Maria are you okay?" he says.

"I saw Mark today. He called me a slut. He told me he sent the football team to beat you up. I was scared they might hert you." I say.

Before he can answer the bell rang. I looked away from him and wrote in my notebook.

*Afterschool*

Me and Harry left school together and go to his car. I felt tired already. Harry drove silently home. I fell asleep while he drived.

*Harry's pov*

I drove home. To the styles household. I was scared Maria might be depressed. I looked her way. She was asleep. We got home and Mria was still sleeping. Marcel and Edward were going to hang out with there girlfriends. I go to the front door of the house and opened it. I run back to the car and go for Maria. I pick her up and carry her inside. I set her on the couch. I close the front door. I look Maria is still sleeping. I go to the kitchen a get a glass of water. I see my hands are shaking. I hear a crash come from the living room. I go.

*Maria's pov*

I wake up in the living room at the styles house. I hear a crash come from the window. I look outside and see a car past by. I heard a voice scream "You should have just died! You don't deserve to live!"