Midnight Nation(Marcelo vieira)

Chapter 1

*Okay well here is a quick authors note, hokay? Well I have a contest for you guys. Whoever can make me a really good banner for the side picture will win a shout out, and a big place in this story. I've always wanted to do this but never really had the best chance. Also, the picture will stay on the side of my story for the next few chapters. Hell, if it is really good and impresses me, I will make it my cover. The point is though, it CANNOT have Marcelo's picture in it. Be creative, read the discription of the story and also use the title to your own imagination. What you can do is message me your photobucket link, Pizap link, ect whatever you can send to me and I will decide for my next chapter. Kay guys, love you all!!

"You aren't even trying to listen to me!" Elisa yelled at her current boyfriend Robby who had fire in his eyes. The grip he held on her arm was so firm that she felt as if her wrist bone was seconds away from snapping.

"You know how much protection I have over you right now? " he growled low while squeezing harder. His dark eyes stared back at her menacingly, showing how dangerous he looked. "Dammit, you can get killed without me around. Especially since you left the gang."

She miraculously pulled her arm out of his grasp and stood up straight. Showing her fear for this man will only increase his confidence in feeling as if he ruled her. "I don't NEED you around!" Her body was shaking tremendously but it wasn't noticeable. "You are crazy, Robby!"

"Crazy for you." He grabbed her waist roughly and pulled her in until she was chest to chest with him. Before she can react, he grabbed her face and kissed her hard. Elisa screamed against his lips and swat his chest but he wouldn't budge. His fingers snaked under her shirt and unlatched her bra. "Stop moving." He demanded against her lips but she continued to wiggle until she was free. She quickly latched her bra and looked up to see a fist fly to her face. The sudden numbing on her cheek spread through the side of her head and a sudden blow to her stomach knocked the wind out of her. Tears streamed down her swollen cheeks as she managed to regain her composure.

"What do you think you are doing?" His voice boomed through the hallways of his house. She turned on her heel to escape but he grabbed her shoulder and pushed her lightly causing her to tumble down his staircase. He waited until she was at the bottom to descend.

"I'm breaking up with you." She spoke through sobs.

"No." He squat down so that he was eye level with her. "It isn't over until I say it is."

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Marcelo collapsed on the top of his bed with an exhausted sigh. It was past 10 and he felt as if that lecture would never end. This was the time of night where he felt he was in complete relaxation, the time where he could just let his mind wander. As much as he tried though, he just couldn't get Elisa out of his mind. Domestic violence is one thing that grinds his gears and it makes it worse that his close friend was encountering it. A dim light shown through his room. She was home. Without thinking, he got up and climbed through his open window and walked the short distance to hers. Like routine, he knocked three times. If she was indecent, she'd let him know so before he came in. After a few seconds, he climbed in and saw her looking in the mirror.

"Evening, Neighbor Girl." He spoke as he sat on her sofa that was placed just under her window.

She didn't answer, nor did she turn around. The air was filled with tension and he could tell something wasn't right. "Elisa." His tone was serious.

"I think you should go home, Marcelo." Her voice was quiet and shaken only concerning him more. Elisa always told Marcelo to leave, but only in a joking matter.