Tic Tock (Montgomery de la Cruz fanfic)

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Maggie:



"Ma'am do you know what happened?" I shake my head.

Before i tell them, i gotta learn Whats going on.

"N-no. I was walking with him, a-and i dont know, he just passed out, hit his head on the way down" the paramedic nodded.

I looked down at him, and he looks pale. Oh god.

"Is he going to be ok?" The paramedic just shrugs.

"He still has a pulse, all we have to do is give him air, it seems like he got his oxygen cut off as he fell, that caused uneasy breathing and thats all. He should be fine" i sigh in relief.

Thank god. I walk over to the ambulance as i see them injecting tubes to give him air.

I gave it about 3 minutes before he shot up, taking in a huge ass breath.

I smile and sigh in relief, feeling a huge weight remove off my chest.

"Your ok" he looks at me confused.

"Y-yea? Why wouldn't i be?" I sigh.

"Since your awake and it wasn't anything major, your free to go." Monty gets up and starts walking next to me.

"I'm sorry your dad did that." He turns to me quickly.

"Woah, he-i" I cut him off.

"I saw it happen Monty. I'm not gonna say anything but you need to get some help. Please" he shakes his head.

"I can't maggie." I roll my eyes.

"yes you can" he scoffs.

"No. You don't get it. I cant" I started getting mad.

"WHY NOT MONTGOMERY"  his eyes flinch a little.

"Look- I'm sorry, I just. I don't think this is right at all. He nods.

"I know. How about we go somewhere to talk" I nod and smile.

"Id like that" he takes me to this old abandoned train station.

It's got graffiti all over it. I admired it.

"This is my spot. I've never brought anyone here. So feel special for a second" I smile to myself for a second.

"Its beautiful. Whos the one who did the graffiti. " he shrugs.

"Me." My eyes widen.

"Monty. You have true talent. You got to get into art classes." He shakes his head.

"Not with my rep. JESUS I HATE IT" he punches the wall and slides down to the floor, head in his hands.

I sit next to him. "Talk to me." He gives me his natural cold eyes.

"How do I know your not just going to leave like anyone else." I sigh.

"Because I'm here. And I've been here trying with you since the day I saw you in the halls. Why would I leave now?" He nods.

"Ok. When I was 3, my mom left, leaving me with my dad. He took it pretty rough, started drinking and taking drugs, had a different girl over every night." He takes a shaky sigh.

"When i was 13, I remember always h-hding him my room, cause they were so rude. And they always tried to do things to me when they were drunk or high. I don't know if they thought I was my dad or What, but if I tried to tell my dad, he'd tell me I was lying and that's when he started beating me, now I can fight for myself, but sometimes, he wins. I can't do anything cause last time I did, he sent me to a pshyciatric hospital saying I was 'crazy' I just felt so hopeless, but now I'm stronger and I'm working on me." I nod being able to relate to some of his story.

"So why do you hit other kids" he shrugs keeping his head down.

"I-i don't know. It just feels so good, letting others feel what I feel. Everyone is just so perfect. Which brings me to this, WHY do you care, you probably have a fine life." I scoff.

"Yea cause having all my dad's friends trying to Rape me, sometimes succeeding is the best life ever!" He looks at me sadly.

"O-oh my god. Maggie I'm so sorry." I shrug it off.

"Its fine. I just wish he would do something instead of cheering them on or joning them. I want to be with my mom. Really bad." He sighs, putting his arm around me so I could put my head on his shoulder. We sat there in silence for a while.

Then I looked at him and he was staring at me.

"What?" I laugh. He looks at me and shakes his head laughing a little.

"Nothing. Your just really pretty Maggie. And so sweet." I smile, grabbing his hand.

"Thank you. You know, your not to bad yourself" he laughs a little.

Then he kisses my lips quickly. I look at him and smile, kissing him again, crashing my lips against his, as they moved in sync

When we departed, I found my self under him as he had both his hands by my face, so he was cradling me.

He smashed his lips against mine again, with more power and pressure, and I kissed right back.

I enjoyed it. Every second.

When we broke apart, he looked at me and smirked, laying his head on my lap as I played with his hair.

"We should do this more." He smiles up at me.

"Yup. Let's keep it our little secret." I nod.

Our little secret.