"Another knife in my hands, a stain that never comes off the sheets, clean me off. I'm so dirty babe, the kind of dirty where the water never cleans off the clothes, I keep a book of the names and those only go so far 'til you bury them."
I Never Told You What I Do For A Living - My Chemical Romance
"B-But Father, I had plans tonight, with Sydney, that I was really looking forward to." I was trying to reason with him, but it was no use.
"Has something happened to your head? Are you really trying to tell me you're not going to do the job tonight?" He asks, his face turning red from anger.
"No- I just, I don't understand why it has to be tonight. You didn't give me any warning and I already made plans. Couldn't we do it tomorrow night?" I ask following behind him as he storms through the house. I'm assuming Anthony began to hear the commotion, because he started following us around listening.
"What has gotten into you Marcella?" He yells and I can already feel the tears brimming in my eyes. I never liked being yelled at, especially by my father. He could get so mean sometimes. "Do you not understand how important your role tonight will be? Are you trying to mess this up for everyone?"
"No dad, I just thought that-,"
"No." He cuts me off. "You weren't fucking thinking, that's the problem. I better never hear you taking about stupid little plans you made when something as big as this is on the line. Do I make myself clear?" He yells as he steps closer to me. I couldn't even answer as I felt my lips begin to quiver. As much as I'd like to pretend to be some tough independent woman, I'm the biggest crybaby ever. I turn on my heel and quickly leave the room we were in, heading to my own. I hear my father follow quickly behind me.
"I'll talk to her." Peter puts a hand on my our fathers shoulder and follows me into my room. He shuts the door behind him and watches as I have my little moment crying on my bed before he comes over to try and comfort.
"Listen, Mar, I get it. I really do. I feel sorry for you, for the both of us. I think I have a pretty good idea what this is really about. I understand, but you can't go off saying that kind of shit to him. You know it won't go over well. We used to get in the same kind of arguments all the time. I've learned to just keep to myself, you should too." He confesses.
"I just want out, Peter. I don't want to do this anymore." I cry as I put my head in my hands. He blows out a puff of air, probably not expecting that.
"Marcella, listen to yourself, you're just upset right now. I don't feel like you really mean that. You know as well as I do we wouldn't be where we are today without you. You're important to this team and to this family. You can't just up and quit." He speaks as he rests a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Listen, how about we make a deal?"
"A deal?" I look up to him as I wipe the stray tears away.
"I'll cover for you." He says without explanation.
"Wait, what?" I ask.
"I'll cover for you, we'll cover for each other. Whenever you wanna go out and have your fun. Just no quitting okay?" He raises a brow.
"Are you being serious?" I ask with furrowed eyebrows. I couldn't understand why he would do something like that for me.
"Course. You're not the only one with a life outside of robberies, you know." He teases as he nudges me with his shoulder. "I really feel the exact same way as you, honestly." He whispers, more so to himself.
"Thank you Peter!" I pull him into a tight hug. He tenses at the gesture, neither of us used to bring any sort of affectionate towards each other. "I mean it, thank you."
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Illusion - h.s.
Fanfiction"What do you think you're doing here?" I spoke lowly with the knife held up to his throat. All he did was smile even wider as I pressed onto his skin. "I could ask you the same thing Ruby, or is it Marcella?" He smiles and straightens, being complet...
