gone girl

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july 4, 2018 - 10:13am

MARLEYS POV

"papá, im home!" i shout as i enter the quiet house. i toss my duffle bag on the sofa and let out a breath i didnt know i was holding.

jahseh's funeral was yesterday, in florida, but billie had a ton of shit to do, so she couldnt make it. i had to be there alone. i had to bury one best friend while my other best friend was off jumping on a stage.

i sigh deeply as i make my way to the kitchen, hearing a grunt that sounded like my father.

"papá, dónde estás?" (translation: dad, where are you?) i shout as i grab a bottle of water from the fridge.

another grunt.

i furrow my eyebrows and set the water on the counter, crossing my arms over my chest as i make my way to my parent's bedroom.

"papá?" i say as i knock on the door, hearing labored breathing on the other side.

"marlena," my father groans from the other side of the door. "vete! now!" (translation: leave!)

i furrow my eyebrows and open the door, seeing my father on his knees, his business suit messy with blood and dirt.

"papá-" i start, seeing a man come from behind the door.

"marlena, sal de la casa y llama a tu madre." (translation: marlena, get the fuck out of the house and call your mother.) my father growls, his eyes moving between me and the strange man.

"pero-" i start, my eyes filling with tears as the man slams the door in my face. "papá!"

i press my hand to my forehead, staring at the door in disbelief. i pull my phone out of my back pocket and dial my mothers number, making my way out of the house.

"marley?" my mother answers almost immediately. "did you make it home?"

"dads in trouble, i think," i say immediately, looking at my house as i walk next door. patrick is home - maybe he could help me. "theres a guy in the house and-and dad's on his knees and- no sé lo que está pasando.  necesitas volver a casa." (translation: i dont know what to do. you need to come home.)

"marlena, hes probably just having an at-home meeting," she tells me with a soft sigh.

"mamá, i saw a gun," I say, quickly walking up the steps to the o'connells house. "something bad is gonna happen.."

"baby, nothing will happen," she says softly.

just as she said this, a loud pop is heard.

"papá," i scream, dropping my phone on the front porch of the o'connell's.

i run back to my house and straight to my parent's bedroom. I open the door, and find my father lying face down in a pool of his own blood.

"oh my god," i sob, falling to my knees as i pull my father into my arms. "papá.."

i place my hand over his chest, applying pressure to the wound as i let tears fall from my face. "papá, no me dejes.." (translation: dad, dont leave me..)

"marley?" patrick shouts as he runs into the bedroom. "oh, my.." he immediately pulls his phone out of his pocket. "yes.. my friend just got shot- uh...in the chest...yeah, please hurry."

6:38pm

"im sorry," the doctor says softly before walking away solemnly.

i bury my face in patricks chest as i let out a loud sob. I grip onto his shirt as his hands rub circles into my back slowly.

"its okay," he whispers, holding my head to his chest. "you're gonna be okay."

"marlena," my mom shouts from down the hall, her heels clacking on the tile floor. "marley, im so sorry, baby.."

"you didnt fucking believe me!" i shout back at her, gripping onto patrick's shirt. "i told you to come home and you didnt and now hes dead!"

"mar-"

"don't," i sob, shaking my head as i look at patrick. "can you take me to the airport?"

"where are you planning on going, marlena?" my mother asks, hands on her hips.

"im going to be with my girlfriend, since my mother obviously doesnt care that my father is dead." I spit as patrick places his hand on the small of my back.

"let's go, marley," he says softly, guiding me to the hospital exit.