The Rule - Marcus (COMPLETE)

Chapter Fourteen

•This chapter may contain content some readers find disturbing•

~Mia

My head pounds, I try to scream but no noise escapes my lips. I can't move.

Lucas just keeps attacking me with his hands all over my body. I feel sick. I want it to stop.

I can feel him, his lips against my neck and his hands pushing my dress further and further up, but I can't stop him. I'm too weak.

How could I let this happen?

'WHAT THE FUCK?'' A loud voice booms from the doorway.

All of a sudden, Lucas is pulled off of me and thrown to the floor, the man who saved me, punches him repeatedly in the face before letting him fall to the ground.

I sink down to the floor in shock, my whole body is numb, I look down at my trembling hands, the last few minutes still burn in my mind and I blink back the tears threatening to escape my eyes.

The figure comes over to me and pulls me into a hug, which takes me by surprise, 'it's okay, you're safe' I know that I could recognise that voice anywhere.

I wrap my arms around Marcus and bury my face into his neck, finally the tears spill from my eyes and stream down my face.

Marcus runs his hand up and down my back to smooth me as I cry into his shoulder.

I don't know how long we sit there for but I feel the drugs taking affect, after a while I slip into unconsciousness.

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~Marcus

Her body goes limp in my arms and I pick her up, My anger coming back to the surface.

I'll make that prick pay for his crime if it's the last thing I do.

Luckily I got there before he could do anything even more awful to Mia, my blood boils just thinking about it and I have to take a deep breath to calm myself down.

I walk inside and weave my way through the party, trying to find Dylan. He'd know what to do.

Luckily nobody notices me carrying Mia through the party, they're all to busy eating each other's faces.

Yuck.

I'm not about that life anymore. Maybe once. I had a new girl every night, I thought it was fun, playing them all like that. but now I only want one woman, and I've treated her like crap.

The front door swings open and crashes into the wall, snapping me out of my thoughts and causing the whole room to go silent.

From the doorway emerges the last person I wanted to see, apart from the dick I left lying outside.

Jasper, covered in dirt and mud. His hair is matted and he's a lot thinner than he was the last time I saw him, his clothes are ripped and there's blood running down his face from a huge gash on his forehead. He looks around the room like a wild dog looking for it's next meal.

In a nutshell, my brother looks like shit.

His cold glare lands on me and I clench my jaw.

Prick.

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I lay Mia down on my bed and pull the covers over her, she looks so beautiful when she's asleep. I walk outside the room and shut my bedroom door before returning back to the living room where the 'family meeting' is supposed to happen.

Family meeting, my ass.

As I enter the living room, Jasper is pacing around and Dylan is sitting uncomfortably on the sofa.

'What happened to you?' I ask Jasper as I sit down in one of the arm-chairs.

Jasper grunts 'doesn't mater.' He says shortly, continuing to pace around the room.

'Yes it does.' I insist, sitting up in the chair. 'You left us in Paris and we thought you'd come back here, but turns out you haven't and then you turn up three months later, looking as if someone tried to murder you!' I raise my voice at the last part, watching Jasper carefully.

Jasper turns to look at me, raising an eyebrow, 'nobody could murder me.' He says and shrugs.

I stand up, advancing towards Jasper and push him backwards, 'where were you?! Where where you when Mom and Dad died, huh?! You fucking left us!'

Something must snap in Jasper because he suddenly lunges forward and grabs me by the collar, I can see the anger in his eyes but I can't show him that I'm scared.

Dylan jumps to his feet in shock, watching the confrontation between the two of us.

'You have no idea what I've done for you.' Jasper seethes. 'You'd be dead if it wasn't for me!' He pushes me into the wall, hard. And I wince, pain running through my back.

Jasper growls at Dylan and I before storming out of the room, leaving us completely dumbfounded.

Dylan comes over to me and crouches beside me, putting his hand on my shoulder, 'don't worry, he's always like this.'

I sigh and look at my hands, 'I'm just fed up with him making you feel bad all the time, Dylan.' I admit, trying my hardest not to let my emotions get the better of me.

Dylan sits next to me, 'do you wanna know what I think?' He asks and I nod. He continues, 'I think, something must have happened to make him this angry all the time because he was never like this. Not before Mom and Dad'

The more I thought about it the more I realised that Dylan was right, 'that's true' I say and look up at him.

He has our mother's brown eyes, but our fathers smile, I always wonder why I didn't look that much like our parents but now it's hard to even remember what they looked like in the first place.

Dylan pays me on the shoulder, 'it'll be fine' he reassures me before standing up.

I struggle to stand up due to the pain in my back, Jasper is so much stronger than me due to his alpha abilities. Sometimes I don't even think he knows his own strength.

Then it hit me, the idea, everything suddenly fell into place and I gasped, making Dylan stare at me in confusion.

'He was there.' I manage to choke out through my shock.

'Who was there?' Dylan asked, worry starting to lace through his voice.

'Jasper. He knows what happened to Mom and Dad because he was there.' I raise my gaze to Dylan's and his expression of utter shock mirrors mine.

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Ayyy guys, how did you enjoy Marcus' pov? I really enjoyed writing it:)