Leave Mary Jane Alone

Chapter Seven.

The growl that plowed throughout her body forced my heart to pump with fear. She stood heaving and watching. I was the prey in this situation and I knew it. We both knew it. In the slowest motion her mouth opened with a scream jumping out into my ear.

“Tramp!” I knew I should have ran and cowered, but I couldn't let her hurt herself. I just couldn't. So I take my chances in running to the kitchen. As soon as I tried I was pulled back by my collar. Oliver had momentarily left my mind but he was back. Don't know why, but I figured he'd disappeared maybe into thin air or dropped into a random black hole. He was here.

“Don't you dare.” He whispered barely moving. My Mommy picked that time to throw a plate she had hidden behind her back. I squeaked and ducked hoping Oliver did the same. The plate barely missed his face as he moved to the side, but that didn't stop the broken pieces from attacking his face. He had a cut running down his cheek and I let out a cry. Thanks Mommy. You ruin everything and still won't stop? Stop! I watched blood run down his face as we made eye contact.

“Oliver get out of my house!” I shouted from the ground but of course I didn't say anything. Mommy pulled out a lighter from her pocket. When did she ever smoke? She didn't even look at anyone. She sprinted to the pretty long drapes and set them on fire.

“My heart burns! He left me! Burn! Burn!” She watched the fire sadistically with more happiness than a kid laughing. I sprang into action hoping the fire alarm didn't have batteries. Oliver quickly went up behind my Mommy and put her into a bear hug. Her arms were trapped but her legs weren't. She kicked wildly aiming to cause pain. He backed into the living room where there was open space for her to kick the air. She threw her head back and screamed into the ceiling. “Give him back! Give him back to me!” I watched veins in her neck make an appearance as I tried to put out a fire.

By now I was inhaling smoke and coughing I back up, yet a part of me wanted to just let the smoke hold me close. Let the fire caress my skin lovingly. I wanted to fall into it. Funny the only reason I wanted to die was because of my mother yet she was the same reason I couldn't. I rushed water to soothe the fire. Finally it was all out and my Mommy was now down on the ground crying into Oliver's shoulder.

“We were perfect! We are ruined! Ruined!” She sobbed. I wished Oliver wasn't here to see all of this. I was a disgusting human being to be embarrassed by my own mother, but I couldn't help it. I wanted to be regular.

“Oliver get out of my house!” I still wanted him gone. I rushed to my room and grabbed a band aid and a small towel for his face. I knew I was being ungrateful. I rushed back downstairs and grabbed Mommy pulling her away from him. I placed the towel and band aid into his hands. I couldn't look at him though. My eyes were staying on my Mommy. I let her drench my shirt in her tears as I walked her into her room. It was almost six now. Three minutes.

After sitting her down on her bed and leaving the room Oliver is still in the kitchen with the supplies I handed him. We stared at each other and he didn't speak. Although standing there looking at him didn't hurt I was pretty sure his cut did. The steps I took across the floor to reach him were pretty large and the closer I got the more in pain I became. Pain in my heart because I knew whatever this was, was pretty much nothing after what just happened. Pain in my head from the screaming and pushing and fire in my lungs. He was blocking the exit to my house by standing there in the kitchen.

Pushing past him hurt me more than I felt it would, but I continued. The sidewalk let me follow it until I was at a park somewhere and the cold air was biting me painfully, yet I still liked the cold. I needed the air. My back laid on a bench and my head hung loosely off of the edge. This stupid flimsy dress was getting on my nerves and I wanted to go home, but I didn't. Footsteps were heard and I kind of decided that'd be a good sign to get home. Maybe Oliver was gone now. Oliver hadn't come running after me which kind of hurt, but it was for the better. I'm not exactly free to be anything he'd want. The fading brown grass crinkled under me as I put my feet down from the bench. The sky looked nice through the rain.

The stars were shining like streetlights and I smiled as rain got into my eyes. (Or was I crying? I didn't know at the time but I felt like it was the rain.) Suddenly I was seated and my heavy eyes were closing. Maybe I'll just stay here tonight. The footsteps were a lot louder now and it kept sleep from touching me. "Mary Jane! Mary Jane! Mary Jane!" The voice was roaring through the rain loudly. The pounding from my head ceased to cease and the voice only got louder.

The only thing I really wanted was to lay my head down on this bench and not go home forever. I don't want to be bothered anymore please? Let me stay here all day and all night until I die. The cold was ruthless against my sauntered and then trailed arms, but I still didn't want to pull myself up. I looked around for whoever was screaming my name but there wasn't anyone. Then out of thin air Oliver was in front of my face heaving and covered in rain. I opened my mouth and stared hoping I could finally speak like he wanted me to. My heart wanted to do that for him. His chest rose and fell like the sea sliding to the shore and running away.

I felt a little shattered looking at him and I knew it was visible in my glassy eyes. Toughening up was too hard when I couldn't even stand up. He looked breath taking with the moon and stars behind him. The dark blue giving him an edge only for the bright moon to make him angelic. His nose was red and he stood breathing letting white air breeze out of him plump red lips.

"Damn it Mary Jane! Why?" He shouted at me but to the wind. I couldn't answer him. I continued staring humbly at his pretty eyes.

Eventually I tried to stand. It felt like forever but when Oliver tried to help me, I nudged him softly away.

"At least let me carry you. Or you can lean on me." He offered and I shook my head only to stumble seconds later. The situation was almost laughable if I wasn't freezing and Oliver wasn't angry. Where we went didn't matter as long as we removed each other from the nipping air. Later, we ended up at his house I assumed and it was large forcing me to feel minuscule. I was too ashamed to even want to feel more than tiny in his house.

Here I was acting like I was full of woe and knowing that this is always there. Why did I change because one half caring half intimidating curiosity filled man swooped in? I should have reevaluated myself but I was too tired to even think about it. Oliver placed some clothes into my hands an ushered me into the restroom built into his room. Nervously and quick I shoved myself from my clothes to his and tip toed out into his room lit by a lamp. He was in boxers laying under his cover almost waiting for me. I wasn't sleeping with him. It was enough that he let me stay here so I could sleep on the floor or a couch.

"Where are you going Mary Jane? Come to bed, please?" He was tired. Tired of me? Tired from the cold?

I didn't know but I shuffled over as his sweats went under my feet dragging. The smile creeping onto my face couldn't be helped as I snuggled into his bed. It smelled similar to him.

"Goodnight my lovely delight." He smiled as he turned to face me. He could clearly see my blush coming as the moon shined on me and the lamp helped. I turned away from him shyly hoping I didn't have one.

"Don't have wet dream about me." He said all too casually.  Thanks to him the thought was planted. His arm might've been warm but as soon as it touched me it burned. Hotter than anything, even my blushing cheeks and tingling ears didn't compare. He pulled me to him and tangle our legs not giving me a choice.

I'm glad he hadn't because I was too shy to say it but I wanted to be near him all the same. That night I laid raveled up with Oliver and I woke up early that morning with the sun winking at me through the window. Waking up to Oliver was just as wonderful as waking up to heaven.

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