Eccentric ( On Hold)

Chapter 3

As the morning sun kisses the blue horizon, my body and mind jolt awake. My eyes shoot open and my screams can be heard. My arms start to slash and pat every inch of my body as if it were swarming with spiders. I can remember everything. Every single detail of that night. My dad, my mom... That man. I don't want to remember! Hot tears create rivers and streams down my face, my heart and head pounding, my screams getting louder. Suddenly, firm arms wrap around me, pinning my arms at my side.  " No, don't fucking touch me!" The arms squeeze tighter, almost as a hug but with the lack of love. Then I hear whistling. A sweet melody, like milk and honey. My body begins to relax as my heart beats slow. Soon the only thing left is my heavy breathing. Someone shushes in my ear, " Attaboy." My breath catches itself for a moment. ' Mom?' Through my watery eyes, I glance up at the figure containing me in their arms. My heart aches yet I'm relieved by the familiar face.
" Hey, kid. You good?" Dave asked, loosening his grip. I nod in response. " Good." He says, " I still got a few minutes left till work, you want me to fix you something to eat?"
" No."
" Well, you know you can always come to talk to me, right."
I hum response, snuggling back under the covers. Dave breathes a heavy sigh, " What am I going to do about you boy?" He mumbled something, I couldn't understand it, but it's most likely about me. " Dave? Am I a burden to you?"
" What?!" He exclaims, " No! Michael, you are like a son to me. You are a never a burden. Understand?" I nod. Dave glances at his watch, then hops up, " Well, there is leftovers in the fridge. I'll see you later."
Around noon or so, Marcus finally gets up, but is dressed in his hoodie and grey jeans. " Where are you going?" He heads for the door, and I jump up, " Marcus?"
" Just going out with some friends. You've meet Eric."
" Only once, and that was when he threw the football at me during one of your practices."
I can see him roll his eyes, " First of all, that was an accident. Second, you weren't even supposed to be on the field. They have bleachers for a reason." I return the eye roll, " Whatever. So, when are you coming back?"
Marcus opens the curtains, peering through them as if waiting for someone. " Later. Afraid of being alone?"
" You shouldn't joke like that."
" Sorry." He says. A car horn blares outside, making me jump. Marcus, stuffs his phone and wallet into his back pockets, then smoothed his hair down. " Well, Micky, I'll see you later." He reaches for the doorknob, " Oh, and I'm leaving a babysitter with you." My eyes widen, " For what?!"
" Because they have nothing else better to do."
I pinch the bridge of my nose, " Fine. Who is it?" When Marcus opens the door, my heart drops to my stomach. A girl with brown hair, hazel eyes and caramel skin stands in the doorway. When she sees me, she crosses her arms over her chest and sends a single glare that could kill a man. " We meet again."