All My Sins

A cantrip

*I'm sorry it took me so long to update!! I had a hard time writing this chapter and just writing in general. All the comments I've gotten since I have been gone are so encouraging and really make me so happy. Thanks everyone :) *

Serenity. It trapped them both in the few moments that they shared breath. Maureen could no longer feel the cuts on her feet. There was a certain coarseness about Mr. Mathers lips, but that she appreciated because she could really feel him. Every valley and ridge.
Marshall didn't know how he controlled himself beyond the kiss. The instant that he tasted Maureen, the moment that he sank his teeth into this fruit of his desires, he knew that nothing in the world would ever taste as sweet.

"Mr. Mathers..." She was barely off his lips before she spoke and her breath was light and uncertain, which brought Marshall relief - that she too became intoxicated in the after effects of their kiss.

"Why did you do that?" She asked, furrowing her eyebrows, but unable to even sound upset or angry. Something inside of her was shifting. The tide had changed.

Maureen had no idea as to what she needed to do next, but her first instinct was to run. She moved out of Marshall's grasp and turned back towards the hall.
It seemed that as soon as she entered the doorway again, she ran into John and his group of friends just on their way out. A few moments later and they might have seen.

"Hey, I've been lookin' for you." He smiled at her. "Listen, I left my house keys at Lloyd's house before I picked you up, so I'm gonna need to make a stop by there before I take you home."

"I can just ask my Dad to come pick me up or something. I just don't want to be out really late." She told him.

"No, no. It's fine, I'm just gonna grab my keys and I'll take you home."

Just as quickly as she had entered, she was walking out with John and his friends. Marshall was standing just outside of the exit doors, and beheld the sight of Maureen walking with John's hand pressed to the small of her back.
There seemed to be no reason that Marshall should have been intimidated by some seventeen year old kid. But it was the fact that he had just had her for a second so infinite, so that seeing her with him brought him a quiet sadness.

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Marshall knew where the house was, where Lloyd lived. Marshall had gone to school with the kid's older brother many years ago. So he went home, put on another pair of clothes, and drove to the same house where he too would bring girls, drink, and smoke... But all these years later, the purpose of his drive to the house was very different.

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Within just a few minutes of their arrival, Maureen had been made a drink. She was careful to watch John while he made it. And within a few minutes of that, he was gone. It was after three strong and barely mixed drinks that Maureen succumbed to a familiar feeling of intoxication.

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Marshall slipped inside easily. He fell in with a group of students that he had seen in the hallways and even within his class. With his hoodie pulled over his eyes, he went unnoticed. The Lloyd house looked no different than it had ten years ago. A structure of walls with the sole purpose of trapping inside: smoke, haze, and musk. Red solo cups had been placed over all of the light bulbs, as to give the room a vibrant tone, but under the circumstances, it gave the house an ominous and sinister glow. As he made his way through the maze of influenced and underage bodies, Maureen's yearbook picture became defined in his memory. Her softness and her wholesomeness. He remembered these things about her which absorbed and altered him like water poured over dry ice. Marshall's thoughts were hardly the model for innocent intentions when it came to Maureen, so he knew with certainty that no high school boy carried pure intentions for a girl like her on such a night.
All that he could do was hope that he would put a stop to whatever Maureen might have had coming to her that night. He really hoped so.