Morose's POV
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"Don't mind the errors," ~Cr4vinz
Ben wasn't home.
Dad wasn't home.
Carla was home.
Trouble.
"I need to speak to you." She says and I immediately frown. Her black hair was in a tight ponytail that tugged harmfully at her hairline, and her figure was covered with Gucci.
"I actually have a lot of homework to get done I—,"
"It won't take long." She presses, her hands clasped together and I sigh. I was too tired to fight. I walked towards the living room, and she cleared her throat. "Ben, is my son,"
She begins.
"And you, are Marly's daughter. I think it's best if you avoid Ben, you're not causing any good for him."
"He lives in this house? How am I to avoid him?" I ask incredulously.
"Well, I simply need you to be distant, this protectiveness he has over you will get him on the wrong side of Marley, and I do not want that." I resist the urge to roll my eyes.
"This protectiveness He has over me can't simply fade." I agrue. "It's a bond." She's up like fire, and in my face. She was taller than me, even minus the heels, but if I wanted to I could take her.
The person I couldn't, was my father, and although he claimed 'didn't hit women' , when push comes to shove, it's a different story.
I mean, just because they beat you up one and 'change' doesn't mean it's over forever.
I suppose the only real reason he changed was because he had someone to do his dirty work for him.
"Listen well little girl. You, are no good for this family. You are poison." She sneers, "and I'm sure you know, but if you are in need of reminding, you are only here because you are a somewhat valued asset to your father's company. I will not have you interfere with my son, and have him weak. He is to inherit the company and make the both of us proud while you remain a mere item, so before I am to remind you of your place, I suggest you—,"
"What is going on here?" The door shuts and I don't move my teary gaze off of Carla. She's surprised as Ben steps in but I simply step away, and crawled up the steps.
With my door shut, I collapse on my bed with a sigh. Today was the worst.
How could Marcus possibly know of Gray, of what happened. No one knew.
All they knew is that one day I was the queen of sunshine and the next I was a huge black cloud of rain.
I was the freak.
And I had no problem with them assuming it, but Marcus knowing changed everything.
What else could he have possibly known?
What else do other people know?
"Crap." I run a hand through my hair.
The look on his face wasn't vicious while he asked me a string of somewhat rhetorical questions, he looked hurt.
Did he know all along?
My journal sat at the foot at my bed but I didn't pick it up. Instead I grabbed my laptop and decided to write my essay.
I knew exactly what to write about.
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