Midnight Nation(Marcelo vieira)

Chapter 6

Si te invito a una copa

Y me acerco a tu boca.

Si te robo un besito,

A ver, ¿te enojas conmigo?

-Romeo Santos

Marcelo growled under his breath after many unsuccessful attempts in waking up Elisa. Usually when Elisa fainted out of anxiety, she would wake up in about 5 minutes. After 10 minutes and no sign of her waking up, he started to worry.

"Elisa!" He growled once again, shaking her slightly. "Elisa! Wake up!"

She lay still and breathed deeply in and out. It honestly looked like she had fallen asleep. Marcelo sat on the bed and put her head on his lap. She still didn't stir and he was thankful for that. If she woke up and saw her in that position, she would kill him, but he will deal with that later. As she slept, she looked so peaceful. Not a speck of fear ever was spotted on her face, even if the worst of times where it came to life and death situations. He took his hand and stroked her long, silky hair and smiled to himself. He always thought she was so complex. She never really wanted it the easy way. Sometimes it felt like he was the only mature one when it came to thinking logically. But that was the point, they were a good pair.

He sighed quietly. She was way too young to be living in fear like this. If it were up to him, that asshole would already be behind bars before Elisa could even blink. Although it may sound easy, he just wanted to keep Elisa happy and, for some odd reason, he being free is what is keeping her that way. In a twisted way. Knowing Elisa for almost 3 years, he knew why she was so determined on not going to the police. As much as she is scared, she is no snitch. A guy could follow her the rest of her life and threaten her all he wants and she still wouldn't tell anyone. Marcelo was the only one who truly knew about Robby and who he was but that was only because he had caught her in a dangerous act when she was with them. He still remembers the way she looked at him in the park. Her eyes grew so wide and filled with fear and embarrassment. But he didn't speak a word to her. Nope, he acted as if it never happened. Why? Well, he didn't know why. Actually, he did know why. He just never liked to think about it nor did he ever like to speak of it out loud. She stirred slightly and soon sighed and seconds later, little snores came out. He chuckled lightly in relief that she was sound asleep. That is what she needed anyway. Hopefully, she can stay asleep for a few hours and can relax a bit. No girl her age should be having anxiety attacks so easily. Marcelo slowly picked her head up and placed it softly onto the pillow on the bed. He waited for a few seconds to make sure that she wouldn't wake and moved to the side of the bed with his head in his hands. "What am I doing with my life?" He mumbled to himself.

"Am I a burden, Marcelo?" A soft voice from behind him startling him. He turned his head to see Elisa sitting up, staring at him. Her makeup was smudged in the corner of her eyes and her hair was a bit skewed but she was still beautiful nonetheless.

"What do you mean?" He cocked his head and turned so that he could face her. She pushed the covers off of her and moved so that she could sit next to him. "You're obviously here for me. I still do not know why you came with me."

Marcelo glared at him for a few seconds, causing her cool demeanor to diminish. "You know why. I'm not going to explain it again." He couldn't help using an icy tone, nor did he want to. She really couldn't be that oblivious, surely she was smarter. Or maybe she just doesn't want to think of it that way. She nodded her head and put an arm around her. "Thank you, Celo." She whispered to him, he only managed to nod his head once. "C'mon Celo, you want to smoke some?" She said as she shook his shoulders slightly. This caused him to shiver and fight the churning in his stomach.