"Excuse me?" Ross demands aggressively.
"I am not a fan of your tone, Young Man," Stormie warns.
"Who gives a damn about my tone?" He cries. "Why are you taking away one of the only things in my life that makes me happy?"
"It won't work out," Mark attempts to explain, but is soon cut off by Ross.
"That's not your decision to make! It's ours!"
"If this doesn't work out, you'll tear the band apart!" he reasons.
"It will work out!" Ross screams. "We care about each other and were staying together! I really like her and she really likes me, so leave our relationship alone!"
"Then how come Marriya hasn't said a thing yet?" Mark yells, his tone matching Ross'.
Immediately, all eyes turn to me.
"I'm mad," I say weakly. "But I'm mostly disappointed. I actually thought you cared about me being happy."
"We do care, Marriya," George replies softly. "This is what's best."
"For us or for you?" I ask, my voice growing.
"For everyone."
"And how do you figure that?" Ross questions, annoyance evident in his voice.
They all stare between the two of us, but none of them brave enough to speak.
"You know what? Never mind. I don't care what you say, we're staying together," Ross says.
"No," Mark orders. "You're not.
"Tell me why!" He begs, his voice strained and desperate.
"We don't have to justify our decisions to you!" Mark screams.
"If it involves me, then yes you do!"
"Ross," I say weakly.
"Yes?" All anger drains from his voice, and he stares deeply into my eyes.
"Maybe they're right."
"What?" He murmurs.
"If they want us to break up, maybe we have to."
"Why are you so willing to give up on us?" He cries.
"What choice do we have?" I ask, tears streaming down my face.
I stare into his eyes, sending him an unspoken message. Without a word, he stands and storms out of the house. At this point, there's nothing more I can do bur pray he understands what I meant.
"Marriya?" Cheryl says weakly. "Can we talk?"
"I have nothing left to say to any of you."
I rise to my feet and begin storming from the room when a firm hand locks around my wrist. George.
"We're not done here, Young Lady," he warns.
"Really? 'Cause I am," I reply harshly. Swiftly, I jerk my hand away from him.
"Marriya!" Cheryl cries.
Again George attempts to stop me, but I sprint to my room as fast as my feet will take me.
Slamming the door behind myself, I cross the room, flop down weakly on my bed, and begin to sob. I cry because Ross is gone. I cry because my parents turned out to be exactly what I hoped they wouldn't. I cry because I hate Ross' parents for what they are doing to us. I cry because crying feels good right now, and it's the best release I can find.
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Crazy Stupid Love
Fanfiction"She was his first, he was her last." Marriya Mitchell didn't have it easy. Her life was far from perfect, and the people around her were a constant reminder of that. She had a dad who was never there, a verbally abusive mother, a physically abusive...
