Wrong. (a Marcus Butler fanfiction)

Chapter 10.

This is sort of like the end of it, so this is going to be a longer chapter. 

Thank you all for reading the story, I love you all <3

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The bathroom and the toilet was separated, and I could've sworn I heard something from the living room.

My heart wanted to jump out of my chest when I heard a knock on the door.

"can I come in?" I threw my clothes I slept in, into the laundry basket, and said.

"I don't think so."

"okay then I am coming in." It was awkward and stuff, since I was standing there in my lingerie. "holy fuck, she did this to you?"

"yes" I answered. For a second when I looked at him through the mirror I saw he was looking at me, just slowly, inch by inch, foot by foot, centimeter by centimeter... "Marcus" I said.

"what?" he shook his head like people do it, when they are gazing into the distance and someone distracts them.

"nothing" I giggled"

"seriously what?" I shook my head. 

"I am going to get something on now" I looked at him with a grin on my face.

"do you need anything?" 

"nah, thanks."

"Zoe is coming over today, just saying. Along with a few others"

"I'll stay in my room"

"oh" he said. "I will go for food, do you need anything?"

"some hard ass painkillers would be good..."

"okay" 

"thanks"

"no prob"

"ahh this shit is turning black again" I looked at my eyes.

"she even punched you in the face?"

"yes but it is my fault, I shouldn't pay a visit to her for my goddamn card"

"sorry that I am saying this but this is true"

"I know, and don't be sorry"

"I don't know if I should hug you or not because you're bruised pretty much everywhere..."

"it doesn't hurt much" I lied. I was nearly shitting myself because of the pain.

"then why do you need the strong ass painkillers?"

"agh" I groaned and hugged him.

"jesus"

"shut up and hug me"

"okay" we laughed 

"I am such an idiot" I laughed.

"nope. nope and yes. But you are a go-ahead person and that is good. I need to go now tho." he let me go.

"okay"

"I'll be back in an hour." I nodded.

I got dressed, and sat down to watch some TV, when someone knocked.

"who is it?" I asked.

"ma'am it's the police, we would like to ask some questions"

A fuckton of questions ran through my head.

What if they want to take me?

What if they want to arrest me?

What if....