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Marcus crashed his room door shut with an almighty force, he didn't know why he'd brought Sephy with him when he knew that she had her own room.
Truthfully he was worried about her, about the black outs and the fights. It was funny because he knew that she must've coped when he wasn't there before so why did he feel the need to be her protector now?
"Fuck" cussed the girl as she plopped herself down on Marcus' bed and held her head between her hands everything was spinning and she was sure that she was about to pass out.
Marcus paced the room before pausing to look at the girl as she shook violently, he placed a comforting hand on her knee and squatted between her legs. Her bowed head raised slightly to look at the boy.
He had a small slash across the bridge of his nose but apart from that his skin looked smooth and his eyes glistened.
Sephy wanted to cry so badly but she hadn't let a tear loose since she was a child so it was almost impossible although her leg began to bounce and she found herself dry heaving.
"Hey are you oka-"
"I'm just drunk" Sephy trembled looking down at her hands and seeing the blood they were drenched in. Her teeth chattered together in her mouth and she let go of a growl.
She punched the bed but Marcus was quick to grab hold of her hand to prevent anything more from going on.
Their contact of skin made tension grow and their eyes attached deeply as if they were speaking to one and other. Marcus was first to take his hand away, he ran his hand through his hair and looked around his room.
Sephy couldn't believe that she was being so drawn in by the boy in front of her, he had this strong hold on her. He'd managed to stop her from killing someone, and that was unheard of.
She threw her fist into the nearest wall multiple times and let go of a pained scream.
Marcus threw himself towards the girl and held her so tight to his chest so that she was unable to carry on, he pulled her on top of his lap and cradled her there until she calmed.
Sephy had never been treat like that before, her parents had barely ever showed her love with the new arrivals of her siblings and ever since their death she'd never met anyone she'd allow to touch her- never mind cradle.
Marcus knew the girl was drunk and thought that that could only be the reason for her contentment on his lap. He didn't miss the opportunity to thread his fingers through her hair.
"Will you stay here tonight?" Marcus asked and the girl thought about it before nodding.
In relief he threw himself back onto the pillows and Sephy's body followed. She rested her head upon his torso and stared up the ceiling as a familiar click filled her ears.
She glanced up to watch as Marcus lit his cigarette and crooked his neck to look at Sephy who was practically on top of him.
He offered her the cigarette and she happily took it, bellowing the smoke up into the air before placing it between his nimble fingers.
"You know all the girls here are all looking for something from you" she blurted and Marcus furrowed his eyebrows and scowled in confusion.
"You mean like sex?" He asked and the girl giggled and covered her face with her hands.
"Stop it I'm serious" she said back, playfully hitting his chest "I just don't want them to hurt you, I don't want you to fall for them, I don't want them to break your heart"
Marcus laughed, he was sure he didn't have a heart to break.
"What are YOU looking for from me?" He asked tracing a small pattern on her back with his free hand as the other one pulled the cigarette from his lips.
"Mhm" she thought grabbing Marcus' wrist to make him put the cigarette to her lips and pull away so she could blow the smoke out into the open "I want a strip tease"
Marcus almost choked on his own saliva but jokingly played along and attempted to tear of his shirt with one hand. The pair chuckled and fell back into silence.
"I don't want anything from you, Marcus" Sephy finally blurted after minutes of no one talking. Marcus took a final drag and pressed the stub into the ash tray.
Sephy was still drunk when she decided to dance her fingers along Marcus' chest as she hummed a tune from her past.
In that moment she was content and happy and her last thought before she fell into a deep sleep was that Marcus' chest was comfier than the,
fluffiest feather pillow
