Revenge (Punk Niall Horan)

Chapter 48

Marcel is literally my favorite point of view. He slays man.

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Marcel’s point of view

I did nothing but sit alone in my room over the weekend. When Jane kept calling me on Sunday, I would just watch my phone ring. I saw no sense in picking it up.

I am not sure so much if it is the fact that my sister is dealing drugs, more than the fact that I was the one who had to find out. What I am trying to say is that, anyone else could have. A friend of hers. Someone who knew my mom. Anyone else but me. Now there’s this looming sense of obligation to do one of three things: tell my mom, tell Gemma I know, or go along with whatever Niall does.

Telling my mom is not as simple as it sounds. She worships Gemma. Gemma is everything to her. Her pride and joy. I’ve always just kind of been there. If I was the one to tell her that her favorite child, the one she thinks can do no wrong, is dealing drugs behind her back, I know exactly how she’ll react. She’ll call me a liar. Blame it on jealousy. Everytime I have ever tried to tell her something that makes her look bad, she always says it’s jealousy.

I don’t know how Gemma would react if I told her that I knew, but I don’t imagine her to be the type to start crying and beg for me to forgive her of her mistakes. In fact, I see her more as the type to make me promise not to tell anyone and hold some threat over my head. In that case, telling her I knew would get the situation absolutely nowhere.

That only leaves the option of sticking with Niall. The problem is I have no idea what he has in mind. It’s clear that Derek and Gemma are some kind of team in what their doing, and Niall will do anything to get to Derek. He doesn’t seem like the type to care about casualties. My sister, in his mind, is nothing. I could tell just by the way he talked about it in the car Saturday night. He doesn’t give a damn what he has to do, he’s going to do it.

It’s going to screw him over.

I spent Sunday thinking over all of these options, and by Monday morning, I was still empty handed. And to be honest, I was pissed about it.

I was in no mood to talk to Niall that morning, which I think I made pretty evident to him. I normally was able to control myself more, but I was exhausted and I just wasn’t interested in any of the plans he had. I just wanted a break, and a day isn’t enough for me.

Wendy met me before lunch so we could walk through the lunch line together. No matter what we were doing out of school, people in school didn’t know. Which meant that we were still bullied otherwise. So staying in two was a lot safer than one.

I sat quitly at the lunch table, trying not to draw attention to myself. They explained everything that was going on with Gregory, and I will admit, it did spark my interest. I was glad that they had a lead other than Derek. It meant that we would be able to focus on that while I got my thoughts together.

I appreciated Niall covering for me when Wendy questioned me about my absence on Sunday. But then he made the choice to dive right into the information about Derek. A small part of me had hoped that he had already handled this on Sunday, but I knew he wouldn’t have talked about it without me there. He was hoping that I would join in with helping him explain. I didn’t.

I immediatly shut myself out. I knew he would keep the information about my sister left out, but I wanted nothing to do with the conversation. 

As they continued talking about it, I found myself getting angrier. James talking about the treats of getting involved. He had no idea. None of them had any idea. None of them had family that were now caught up with this. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. The more I felt like I wasn’t apart of this group anymore.