The Preachers Daughter

Chapter 7

You wanna talk to me about something, in fact you find it so important that you decide to skip Kent Weldon's English class one of the toughest English teachers on the whole Campus being that he's only 24" (4 yeas older then mark) and demands respect that he will never receive

I smiled at his statement about how Kent Weldon will never receive respect frankly i've never given him any but i've never disrespected him

"Yes Mark I would like to speak to you.... About Leo"

"oh really him" he had attempted to roll his eyes at me

"There's nothing in between us mark, damn calm down. He and his brother are just having a hard time coping with something's that's it nothing more nothing less"

" 'Coping' with what"

He air quoted the word 'coping'. He demanded a explanation for what he thought might have been a lie which truly wasn't. He was also fighting so hard for a relationship that wasn't even a relationship, we both knew it but never wanted to say anything about it we thought 'maybe it will all just disappear one day'

I took a deep breath in trying to steady myself for what I was going to say

"God damn Mark. You're really going to make my explain this to you"

I had paused

"You know how there are some people that are 'gifted'"

I air quoted the word 'Gifted'

"Yeah, this has nothing to do with you though, right?"

For some odd reason his voice had become dry and worrisome

"This has everything to do with me, I'm helping them learn more about there gift and how not to be so venerable to a heavy presences"

"Why couldn't your dad"

I had cut him off

"Because I took it upon myself to help them"

I explained with my eyes closed for some reason and very rushed

Almost as if I was a little kid that had broken mommy's new vase and was rushing to tell her the story as fast as I could so she couldn't quite hear me and I wouldn't get in trouble.

"Ariel you can open your eyes I'm not going to hurt you"

He said gently while creasing my cheek with the back of his thumb

"I - I know"

I had spoke with a clammy voice.

"Then look at me"

He tilled my chin up to face him

He came from behind the counter and embraced me in one of his warm hugs, it would have felt very nice actually if I could breathe it was almost as if someone was stealing the air right out of my lungs

"Mark"

I whispered

"I"

"Can't"

"Breathe"

I tired squeezing his shoulder a bit to get his attention

"You - you - you can't breathe" He had said frantically

I nodded in response

"Ok ok don't panic" he said siting me down in a near by chair, I sat down with mark squatted on the floor in front of me

"Breathe in" he said holding on to my knees for balance

"Ok now breathe out" I did as he said over and over again but it didn't seem to help

After a minute of trying to regain my breath I had mustered up enough strength to speak

"A bag"

My voice barely audible

He rushed over to get a paper bag

"Breathe" he said calmly while placing the paper bag over my mouth

I did as he said once again and tried to regain my breath. I was able to steady my breathing without the bag

"Ariel I thought you were done with your panic attacks"

He scolded making me flinch a bit

"I hadn't had one until now, I'm fine trust me"

"No you are not 'fine'"

He air quoted

"You nearly suffocated in the middle of the shop Ari that's not fine if you ask me, no you don't have to ask me because I'm telling you that's not fine you're not ok"

He continued

"I - I ahh"

I doubled over in pain "Mark"
I cried out desperately

My eye site had become blurry and it was almost as if I was in a different place, somewhere I've never been before, somewhere very dark

My body didn't feel like my body

I couldn't remember anything that happened before I talked to mark and everything went dark very fast

The room I was in had nothing but a blanket and dirty dishes piled up in a corner. The cold room had no windows and the only door was lock from the outside

"Hello?" I called out

Immediately noticing that my voice wasn't my own

I had picked up the spoon that was next to me and looked into it

"No" I whispered myself

I looked just like the little boy in one of marks childhood pictures, Mark

The door flew open and I saw a man that looked rather drunk he walked up to me and kneeled down in front of me

"You were supposed to be dead son"

The man slurred his words terribly

Suddenly my check felt very warm and began to sting

The drunk slapped me

 And I had seen white

"Ariel wake up!" "wake up"

I heard marks voice faintly

I opened my eyes with mark in my face that felt very wet for some reason, I figured I was crying

"What happened"

I asked normally

"'What happened' what happened was you passed out! Ariel you passed out fainted unconscious"

He practically yelled

"A little louder mark they didn't hear you in the back"

"Are you serious?! you're kidding me right you pass out and try to 'joke' about it"

"Mark calm down I'm ok, I'm breathing aren't I?"

"For how much longer aye"

He hissed at me

"Why are you so concerned about MY health"

"BECAUSE Ariel"

"Because what mark!"

I demanded, already knowing the answer, I wanted to hear him say it, with his own words 

"Because I CARE about you I ACTUALLY care. Is that what you wanted to hear? Is it?

"It was.. you ah.. you said um" 

I was shocked that he said it he said something 

"What I said it already so don't act like its not what you wanted to hear" 

"No I'm just, I don't know mark"

"Because I CARE about you I ACTUALLY care. Is that what you wanted to hear? is it"

{A/N I finally posted something Enjoy}