Not All Skin And Bones

"I Mean the Sun Was Never Like This"

I was on my way to pick up Nate. I'm sure Marcus wouldn't answer, so I didn't even bother calling for a heads up. It took about 2 and a half hours to get there (damn traffic) and Nate sat patiently on the porch as I pulled into the driveway.

His tiny size allowed him to swing his feet back and forth on the bench, his feet chaffing and creating the sound of slight him alive against the rough cement.

His father also occupied that bench, but only the sound of arrogance was heard from his side of the seat. Marcus sat upright with his chest puffed out and his chin stuck up. Nate's suitcases stood eagerly beside him and I could see the desperation in his face to leave back home with me.

"Nate!" I called as the door slammed behind me, he ran into my embrace and I lifted him towards the sky. "Oh- Sweetie!" I breathed I between pecks on his cheek. "My love." (Kiss) "My boy." (Kiss)

I smacked my lips together to emphasize the many kisses I was giving him as I held him high in my arms. "Ready to go home?" I grinned breathlessly.

Nate giggled and nodded, yet Marcus intervened.

"He is home." Marcus spat. "Funny, I didn't get any greeting kisses." He puckered his lips in mockery and distaste.

I frowned. "Oh c'mon Marcus." I shrugged, adjusting Nate on my side, "I would figured by now it'd be far from funny- what with you getting so god damn used to it."

He stepped toward me, a hint of aggression glistening through his eyes. Lets just say Marcus never liked the taste of what he commonly served. With Nate still in my arms, I cautiously brought him even closer to me. My grip tightened as I held my ground and dared Marcus to challenge me. Tension rose until I realized, he can't do a thing to me, not with the threat of going back to that hell hole hovering over his head.

"Don't bother." I huffed. He sneered, also realizing his limits. A knowing smile creeped up on my face as I realized how little amount of power he had over me. "Go back inside Marcus; go home."

There was a pause, and quickly, Marcus raised his hand in the air. With fearful instinct, I began to tuck Nate into me to prevent Marcus' palm from connecting to him but the hit never came.

Marcus' hand lay gently on Nate'd neck as he leaned in to kiss his forehead. Their was a twisted look to him as he continued to stare me down.

My once strong appearance vanished in the midst of despair for the threat of violence to my child.

I was breathing slightly heavier and Marcus lingered into the kiss goodbye with Nate, just to make sure I was really pissed off. I fully wrapped my arms around Nate and brought him to the other side of me; further from his father.

I was shaking my head as I squinted in disgust and loss. Who was this man? This could not be the man I said "I do" to so long ago.

My lips were pursed in disdain, this could not be Marcus.

It was.

I turned around, and got the hell out of there...

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Sorry for the lack of fun and fun. In this chapter (hehe- s'punny) I am just trying to keep it real, ya know? :p

Also-

Sorry it's been so long since I've updated- I've been to lazy to edit and life is pretty hectic ;n;

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