The Next 3 Days

Whenever, Wherever.

I was floating in and out of consciousness. I wanted to grab myself and pull me out of this feeling. The drugs Bill administered were too much. I wasn't in control of myself, I didn't feel real. I was so high, past the mountains. I don't even know how we got out the hospital but I remembered being thrown into the back of a van and then I felt it moving. Unable to even raise my own finger, I was a shell, I was too high to even keep my eyes open, too high to hear the conversation Bill was having, too high to focus, everything sounded like a slur.
I couldn't understand time, maybe I passed out. The van door opened and I saw a familiar face while i squinted at the flashlights other men were holding on me. I could tell he knew me, personally. He moved my hair from my face and touched my cheek and traced an 'X' using his fingers. That could only be one person;  Marcel.

***

"Marcel, I've been waiting for 20minutes. If you aren't here in 2 minutes I'm leaving." I left the 2nd angry text on his phone. Marcel knew we couldn't be seen together this late and not raise suspicion. 2 minutes went by;120 seconds.Yup. That's it! I'm going inside. I tiptoed behind the guard when Marcel put his hand over my mouth and pressed me on the wall and kissed me, giving me that innocent 'I'm sorry I'm late' look while he traced an X on my cheek.
"We could've been seen!" I whispered.
"Could've buttttt we weren't" he teased
"Let's go"
We trail off behind the house and into the forest and climb the ladder to the tree house, equipped with pillows, a sheet and candles. Marcel was great with building stuff and it took him a couple days to do the treehouse. He told Bill that it helped with therapy so he let him do whatever in the name of "keep your fucking mouth shut you little brat."
There was no one in the world I trusted more than Marcel and that's why I wanted him to be my first. I told him my mother had a plan to leave and I wish we could take him. "Don't worry about me Lana, I'm a survivor." And he was.

The set up was lovely, candles dimmed the room like the old movies in Paris and there was a little clock so we'd know when it was exactly 12am cause then I'd be 16 but I'd also be leaving. Marcel was such a humble person and no matter how much he was abused by Bill he never once took it out on any one, I didn't agree with him hurting himself though.
One day I came home and found him in my room, bleeding and pretty banged up.
"Oh my god, Cel what happened?" I ran in my room kicking the door shut with my foot
"Bill" he sobs "He was beating Lilian so I was trying to stop him" he clenches a fist and grits his teeth "But he wouldn't stop and then I shoved him and he hit his head then he came at me and we fought"
"You're staying over tonight"
"No"
"Yes! You are! Don't argue!"

**

It was exactly 12:01am. Marcel looked nervous maybe because it was his first time too. We were special to each other, always there. Practically best friends. We loved each other. (I still loved him he was my soul but Carlos was my heart and body. Not a day went by where I didn't think of him or try to find a way to get in contact with him, I even asked Monica but to no avail).
I leaned in and kissed him, we kissed all the time but this time felt different, I felt connected. It didn't feel as though we just did it to make each other feel better, we did it because we both meant something to each other.
My back was now on the sheets and pillows, he was gentle with my body, looking at me to make sure I wasn't in any pain; the entire time I thought about how much I'd miss him and how much I loved him, how will he handle being with out me? How will I handle being with out him? He kissed my entire body and my quivers succumbed to his touch like he sparked my nerve endings. He slowly filled me with his passion and a sharp gasp parted on its own, griping his arms he slowly continues
"Are you okay?" He whispers
"Sí" I breathlessly reply.