marshall

18/ legal

Marshall's point of view;
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You ever said " I ain't gonna drink again" when you wake up, hungover as fuck?
That was me this morning. Even tho I knew Imma feel that way soon again.

All I remember is the battle with that clown, Lyckety.
He's out.

Another thing I could remember was Deshaun, Denaun and I going to Infinite.
I know the bar was completely full, but we found ourselves free seats. Well, not really seats, it's more like a bunch of half-rounded couches. If you know what I'm sayin'.
We ordered a few drinks, rolled some papers and let ourselves go.
Well, I let myself go more than I could handle.

All the weed, cigarettes and alcohol took control over my body and actions. I know there were some chicks all around us, probably on us, I have no idea tho.
Dude, I don't even know how I got back home cuz' guys left with the girls, so the car was full.

I think Deshaun asked for Tanya's number, but since I carry my car keys with me, there's no way she could pick me up with my car.

Damn, Tanya.

She was right next to me, asleep. Safe and sound.

Wearing one of my oversized shirts, which makes her look tinier than she is. Not gonna lie, I wish she could be wearing nothing but my shirts all the time. I have easier access too if you know what I'm saying.

I fucking love this girl.
I love her more than anything else.

I know I may have fucked up some things, but I just want to protect her, you know. It can get pretty tough outside, especially for mine girl.

I don't even want to think about all the things that could happen to her. I hate the fact that I'm the one who can cause her problems. That's the only one way that makes me tell her to go. Go away from me, from my problems, from Detroit. But I can't really imagine my life without Tanya.

I don't deserve her.
It's killing me.

Her phone beeped loudly, making me cringe from pain, cuz' to me it sounded like a fucking chainsaw. Thank you, alcohol.

She just left out a silent moan and kept on sleeping.

"Tanya" I rubbed her shoulder, waiting for her eyes to open. Nothing, she must've been tired.

I got up, really slowly cuz' I didn't want to fall down on my face immediately.

I grabbed her phone and slide into her messages.

It was Evan.

This is fucking perfect. So they bangi' now? I went through some messages, but there were only a few, nothing extra. But still, I told her to stay away from that douchebag.
I deleted that message and placed her phone back on a nightstand and left our bedroom.