Transformation (Marcel FanFic)

Transformation 41

~Forty One~

Marcel

"Your father is at the house. You-You're going to be spending some time with him."

"You mean living with him. I know, I heard you conversation with him." My words came out harsher than I intended.

"You did?"

"Yeah. Now stop the car." I instructed. She kept driving, and it irritated me. "Stop the car mother. Stop it now!" She slammed on the breaks and I jolted forward. Before she had time to protest, I unlocked the door and ran out.

"Marcel, where are you going?! Please just stop!" I didn't though. I just kept running, my feet seemed to know where they were leading me to, but I honestly didn't know where I was going. I was just running in the direction that I had always thought was my escape.

I didn't know how long I had been going, but I knew eventually I would end up at this exact spot. I waited outside of Amie's house for about twenty minutes before I finally got the courage to ring the bell. I was hesitant, to say the least because a part of me knew that this was easier said than done. I knew her mum would most likely not let me in, but this was something I needed to do.

I waited another few seconds until her mum answered the door. "Marcel, what are you doing here?" She didn't open the door all the way though, only a crack so I could see her face. 

"I- I just really need to see Amie." I tried to play it cool, but honestly, I was sweating more than a prostitute attending Sunday mass at church. 

"She-" She turned her head back inside for a moment until bringing the attention back to me."She isn't here at the moment, I'm sorry Marcel." She seemed to be debating whether or not to trust her own judgment.

"Please, it;s important. I need to see her, please." I was practically begging the lady to let me in, yet she still didn't budge. 

"I'm sorry, but I cant let you-"

"Please. I beg of you. Please. I know I haven't been the best person to your daughter right now and i know I'm stupid but i really, really need to see her." I had this entire speech I made up on my way over here, and it;s absolutely perfect. Every word, every detail seemed to show my exact feelings, and if she didn't let me in I would surely forget them. "I'm tired and upset, and I know for a fact that if I just see a glimpse of her that everything will be okay, please.

"I'm sorry, really, but she isn't-"

"Bullshit! I know she's here!" I was just as taken back as she was, but I just couldn't help myself.  "Mrs... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I'm truly sorry for my language, but you need to let me see Amie. She is everything to me, and I need her. She is the smartest, funniest, most beautiful person I have ever met, and I love her. I'm awful, but I'm getting better. I don't drink, or do drugs, or am I getting anyone pregnant, so I think I'm a better person than half the people at my school. On the other hand, what I did was stupid and I get that, but for the love of God please, please let me see Amie." I was crying now, and I was glad. It took me such a long time to realize how much of an asshole I was, probably still am, that I've wasted time on what truly matters. 

She didn't move for quite a while, but she did stare coldly at me. "Hold on a minute will you." She closed the door in my face. The pit in my stomach tightened, and it finally dawned on me that she wouldn't let me see Amie because she's her mother. She is protecting her the one thing that will hurt her right now, and it's me. 

I wasn't going to be able to get anything, at least not right now.  I would sit on her porch for hours if it meant I was given at least a small chance of being able to Amie, but I knew her mother, she would probably call the police to come get me. Or worse, my mother. I started to walk off with my hands in my pockets and my head hung low. If this isn't love then I don't know what is. It hurt to even think about living a life without Amie in my life.