Two paths

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Madeleine

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I stared at the man in front of me.

"Marshall?" I asked in confusion.

I got no response.

"Marshall!" I tried again. But this time I reached out to remove the hoodie that covered his face. He grabbed my hand before I could push his hoodie off and identify him.

"Don't fucking touch me." He hissed and I gasped as his grip on me tightened before he pushed me away. This wasn't Marshall.

"Who are you??" I demanded angrily.

"Don't you remember??" he asked.

"No-" I started but then I paused. I did remember.

"Bruce." I gasped.

"Oh yeah. Now you remember." He hissed.

"But Bru-" I started.

"Shut up bitch!" he cut me off.

"We're ove-" I started again. But he slapped me. I cried out falling to the hard wooden floor. He stepped over me.

"Nice place. I'm moving in tomorrow." He stated.

"What??!! No!!" I yelled trying to get up, but he kicked me back down.

"Yes." He whispered sickly.

"I'm calling the cops." I threatened him. My voice shook but I was serious.

"You wouldn't dare." He hissed. Then he grabbed me, I screamed as he dragged me somewhere.

"Let me go!!!" I pleaded. He laughed but suddenly his laugh was cut off and he dropped me. I fell face down on the kitchen floor. I stayed down as I heard skin hitting skin, groans and angry yells. Slowly I realized who had come to save me.

Marshall was back.

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