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Part 91

Maya:

"I thought you've changed? You-you t-told me that day at the hotel that you changed. That you would leave me, leave us alone." I stuttered out of fear.

He laughed, stepping closer to me where I still laid, scared and afraid of what he will do to me, on the floor. "Haha! You thought I changed? You actually believed that?" He laughed again and crouched down to me. "Aah. Well guess what darling, life isn't always sunshine and roses, now is it?" He said. 

Tears were stinging at the back of my eyes, and I wanted to let them fall so badly. But I need to stay strong. Show him that he doesn't control my life anymore.

He grabbed my jaw with his hand, his grip tightening by the second. He's hurting me really bad.

"How did you find me?" I asked once he released me and he just smirked down at me. 

"Brian!" He yelled and I saw the door being pushed open. In walked my brother. My own brother sold me out, he's in on this to. Does he want to hurt me to?
Why would he do this to me?

When he walked closer to us I saw the guilty look in his eyes. Then sadness overflew him and he shook his head. 'I'm so sorry Maya ' he mouthed to me and y heart broke to pieces.

I would've never thought my own brother would do something like this to me.
Selling me out. For what?

"How could you!" I yelled at him and then saw Shawn coming down the stairs. "Maya what's wro-" He started saying but cut himself off in the middle of his sentence when he saw the fiasco in the house.

"What the hell is going on here! And what are you guys doing here?" He yelled, his voice breaking at the end. This is the last thing he needs in his state of sickness right now. He isn't well and now we have this to deal with to.

"Get out!" He said, sounding more of a whisper than an order. Marcus stood up from the floor where he was still crouched down next to me. 

I don't like this at all. I wish he just left me alone. Why does he still need me in his life? Because I don't need him. 

As he walked up to Shawn I quickly crawled to the kitchen and grabbed the knife that was on the counter. I can use it for protection, or at least harm him pretty good.

"Aha, and what are you going to do about it?" I heard Marcus challenging Shawn.

Oh bad idea buddy.

Next thing I heard was the sound of a fist connecting with a jaw and I quickly ran out if the kitchen to find Marcus holding on to his jaw.

Shawn hit him.

Nice one Shawn.

"Oh yeah. Is that all you got pretty boy?" Marcus said and started throwing punches at Shawn. He immediately tumbled to the ground with his weakened body from being so ill.  "NO! Marcus stop! Please don't hurt him." I yelled and he stopped hitting him.

Shawn was on the floor, his eyes closed in pain as he wiped his bloody nose and his lip is cut open to. Marcus looked over to me and walked a bit closer.

"Please don't hurt him." I pleaded at him with tears now streaming down my cheeks. He walked even closer to me with a smirk on his face. He is enjoying this. He enjoys seeing people in pain and hurt. He also likes hurting people. 

"Then who? I have to hurt someone in this household." He asked and I looked down at Shawn on the floor. I know what I need to do, and I'm gonna do it. 

I looked back at Marcus, my eyes locking on his.

"Me." I said with confidence, even though I'm breaking from fear inside. "No. Maya, please don't." Shawn said, the pain audible in his voice as his weakened body tried to get up from the ground but Brian hold him back,pressing him down to the ground every time he moves.

Marcus slapped me right on the cheek and I knelt down to the ground and started crying as I placed my hand over the warm slapped cheek. "MAYA!" Shawn tried to yell but his voice only breaks at the end of the sentence. 

When I saw Marcus crouching down to me, I saw this as the opportunity to get him. I reflected and pressed the knife I held in my hand behind my back, straight against his neck.

"Aah. I see you still remember your self defense lessons." Marcus laughed and I wiped my nose. I grabbed my phone, still holding him down, and called the police. They soon arrived at our apartment and took both Marcus and Brian in.

After they left Shawn just pulled me into a hug. A tight hug, as if he is now reassuring me that everything is no okay. 

I looked up at him and saw the cuts and bruises on his face. "Common." I said and took his hand in mine, walking to the kitchen. I sat on the counter to be at his height and grabbed the first aid kit to clean him up.

I feel like this is all my fault. He came home to get better, so that I can take care of him and then all of this happens. 

Shawn should've never gotten involved in y life, I should've never went on tour with him when we first met. Then he would've been okay now.

I've only caused him pain and trouble.