You'll Be In My Heart

Chapter 24

It's been ten minutes and Marshall and I are still sitting quietly in the car. After I yelled that at him he hasn't spoken or looked at me. He's just been sitting quietly with dark saddened eyes.

Breaking people seems to be a classic theme in my life for me. I break everyone some where in their life. A lot of people say it's because I'm mean, but the truth of it is is that I'm honest. Brutally and horrifically honest.

That's my issue that I have to deal with. I haven't done one of those since I left here and you already know I blame this town. Whatever other part of me that is so introverted and hidden... I never wanted Marshall to see it. I never wanted him to even know it existed, god and the one person here that I could be honest and loving with is a dick that can't stop flirting with every girl he meets!

Fucking Holly. He broke up with her a year before him and I started dating and he still can't get the fuck over her. She doesn't want him and he can't get through that like a man. She doesn't want him... he doesn't want me. It doesn't matter. None of this matters. I'm twenty five years old not eighteen I gotta let this shit go and move on. It doesn't matter anymore. None of it does.

I sigh a little and look at Marshall softly as I let some of the anger I have go, but one wrong move from someone and I'll snap. "Let's go inside." I mumble reaching over and gently grazing his arm, "mom and dad are making tater tot casserole and I think you'll love it.".

He doesn't say anything or do anything. He acts as if I don't exist and simply opens the door and gets out annoyed. As the door slams I smile upset and nod a little, "that's about right.".

I unbuckle, get out of the car myself, and push the door shut with my butt. I pull the shirt of Marshall's I'm wearing down a bit lower to make it baggier and harder to see the rather large bump now.

Dad might just think I'm getting fat while mom might just suspect something. I mean you can't really tell it's there. I mean it's there, but... it's not.

Marshall stares at me annoyed, but patient as I lock the car doors and toss him his keys. He catches them and tosses them back roughly to me with anger as I catch them, shove them in my own pocket, and jog to catch up with him.

I open up the small wooden gate to my yard that isn't massive, but it's a cute little size with a fire place, stepping stones to the porch, a massive lilac bush, a pine tree bush thing, a cluster of flower bushes in every other direction, and the rest of the brown wooden fence that links around the perimeter.

I remember when I was nine years old my brothers and I would play with our first dog Draven, a husky, out here. He would do this thing where he ran at top speed in a massive circle around us till one of us got dizzy and fell then he would sit by us in fear that something would happen. I miss him a lot.

My thoughts end as I approach the screen door, opening it quietly, and peeking back at Marshall just to look at him.

Marshall stares at his shoes hiding his head and hiding his emotions from everything around us. He's so innocent and I'm just ruining him.

I frown slightly and reach out touching Marshall's arm, "are you ready?".

He shoots his eyes up at me with pain and frustration dancing through his grey specks. I try to smile at him, but he rolls his yes and pulls his arm from my touch, "Yeah.".

"Will you stop doing that."

"Why does it fucking matter what I do. You get to flirt with your ex and I gotta sit and take it."

"You sound like an idiot.".

I wasn't flirting with anyone. He was flirting with me and I was simply stuck in an awkward situation. Let it go. Go in the house and let it go.