Damaged Teens

Chapter Four

Ren's POV

I gassed down the street of LamberDart Road as I gripped tightly on the steering wheel. This was bad. Really, really bad.

Mar is in the hospital and as much as I'd love to stay I couldn't. Mom insisted on me coming by the scene.

I'd definitely call Lemar and tell him to go by her. He'd be there in one breath.

My heart began to bang against my chest as I was getting closer to Mar's one time house. The large puff of black smoke was very visible. The smell was also stifling.

Upon arriving I parked my car at the gate. The yard was already filled with sympathizing neighbours, the police, an ambulance and a fire truck.

Slowly and faintly, I slid out of my car and a world of dizziness welcomed me. Instantly I spotted the familiar dark brown bobbed hair. It was definitely my mother. She was leaning on God knows who bawling her eyes out but as classy as she was, she managed to look dainty.

As if she felt my presence, or maybe heard the car, she spun around and immediately opened her arms to embrace me. I rushed straight into them as loud whimpers and sobs escaped me lips. My best friend's home... It was gone.

I gripped on my mother's arms tighter as I allowed my tears to flow. She patted my back, rubbing it as she whispered, "It's gonna be okay. Mar is gonna be okay."

"W-What about her g-grandmother?" I stammered. I felt her stiffen.
"Mom, her grandmother!" I demanded with a ball now rising in my throat.

Is she?

Omg.

No way.

This cannot he happening.

"Renae sh-". "Mrs. James?" an old enough husky voice spoke firmly. I pulled out of her hold to see a stumpy, mid height man standing with his grey bearded face.

"Y-Yes that's me" she broke. "We'd like to have a few words with you please" he stated. She glanced at me with an apologetic look before she squeezed my hands and scurried with the police.

My gaze averted back to Mar's destroyed house. I felt weak and was about to fall when two strong arms held me and brought me carefully down to the ground. I didn't even bother to see who it was.

Lemar's POV

Mom called me not too long bawling like a child explaining to me what my own actions did. I had to fake shock everything and luckily enough I sounded convincing.

She told me that Maricka is in the hospital and I should stay there with her to ensure she's alright. Shit.

Mom sounded so broken on the phone. I can only imagine how heartbreaking it will be for my little sister never mind my princess Mar.

I totally forgot the impact this'd have on my family. I've always been super protective of my sister and here I was secretly breaking her heart. I was also aware of mom's health which has sky rocketed from perfect to God knows what.

Also, I'm aware of my Maricka's sickness but the selfish brute that I am proceeded with my plan nonetheless.

Little did they know that I was the one who burnt the house down. Why? Because I needed to have Mar in my protection and this was the only way. Well at least that's what I thought.

How can I ever face mom again? Ren? My Maricka?? I'm so fucked up!
I honestly didn't mean to kill her granny though. I mean, I'm a monster but only to an extent. The plan was just to burn the house down so she'd end up at my house. Her granny would probably end up in some home or something but I honestly didn't mean death.

The blood would be on my shoulders forever. Enough of my thoughts. I needed to put on my mask and get my ass to the hospital.

I was already at the lake which as just metres from the park so I decided to walk to the hospital.

It wasn't more than six minutes when I arrived at Bravetti Public Hospital. I hesitantly walked up the steps and I was now standing at the main door.

One deep breath and I pushed my legs to walk up to the receptionist. She was an oblivious tall blonde. Her hair fell effortlessly pasting her shoulders. Her shiny green eyes glistened. Her straight nose and full pink lips were beauty beyond comparison. I would've instantly fallen for her if my heart wasn't already captured by someone else.

"Uh, hey.... Maricka Gillette's room please" I stammered. "And you are?" she slurred in a seductive tone which only aggravated me. "Listen, can you please give me the room number to Maricka Gillette" I snapped.

"W-Whats your r-relationship with her?" she stumbled out taken aback by my sudden outburst. "I'm her.... Boyfriend" my mouth betrayed before I could stop myself. She looked at me gaped mouth as she quickly handed me a file that requested my signature as first of kin.

I signed in a rush and she directed me to room 252 with a sad and disappointed tone. Did this chick really believe we'd date instantly. What a slut... Couldn't be My Mar.

I stood at the door contemplating whether I was really worthy to go and stand before her after the heart wrenching sin I've just committed. My throat went dry and my hands became clammy as I slowly open the door.

Just like the entire building, her room was drooped by a thick blanket of bleach and disinfectant. The beeping sound of the machine and the bubbling of the oxygen machine had my heart sinking deeper into my chest. What have I done????

"Mar...." I mumbled as the hot tears fell down my cheek. I was such a puddle... "Baby I'm so sorry" I whispered. I took her weak and almost lifeless hand into mine as I brought it to my lips. "I'll make it right, I promise you baby. I love you." I whispered.

I couldn't stay there. She looked so fragile. So... Dead. I couldn't stand seeing her like this worst knowing I did this to her. What will she think of me? She'd hate me forever and I couldn't allow that. I couldn't blow my cover.

I had to escape. I just had to. I took in her demolished like form once more before walking slowly towards the door and leaving.

I had to disappear. But where to? I couldn't just pop up at the lake house cuz that's the first place my family would search. The police are more likely to be involved so I worst can't stay at any of my friends.

Liam. Yes. A mighty plan. No one knew who he was, or remembered him rather. He phoned me yesterday that he'll be back in town for a while so I'll definitely have to stay by him and live undercover til I sorted out my twisted mind.

No. No no no no. He's probably on a hunt for Maricka in some disguise shit. A new identity is what I need. I need to leave this city and fast.

Jake is definitely my next stop. This guy's brilliant. Also, with his father being a cop, there's no identity he can't copy. I'll definitely make an offer with him.

Until then, goodbye New York City.