Still Mary's P.O.V.
I was being pushed by force to god knows where. I was blind folded obviously because <duh!> I couldn't see and the area around my eyes are itchy. I took a breathe in and pheeeewweee, the place reeked!
"SIT DOWN!" a guy pushes me down. Luckily, I was pushed down to a chair but then-- was tied to it.
I shifted and wiggled in my seat uncomfortably. One, because of fear. and Two, because I have no idea what to think at the moment.
"AAAHHH!!!!! HELP!!?!?!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs and tears were also coming out of my eyes. Though, obviously-- for them, they can't see it.
Suddenly, a loud BANG(!) sound echoes throughout the room. "Rocko! Rocko! You better not lay a finger on her! Or I swear, there's gon be a blood bath." A very guardian like-voice says. Is this really it? or Is he playing with me again?
Somebody then pulls off the blindfold off my eyes and now I can see. The place looked like how it smelled. It was like an old abandoned factory. Rats could be seen if you look closely to the corners, and there were just leaks almost anywhere.
This Rocko guy, had short quiffed dark hair and a few days later after a shave stache/beard, and was a young-latino-mafia looking dude. A scary/threatening looking mafia.
In no second later, there soon engaged in a shooting. Jason in the other corner and Rocko on the other, meanwhile I was still left in the almost middle. Just then and there, I guess. Rocko stopped shooting and glanced at me smirking. He rolls out of the corner then stands right behind me shooting his gun at my head. I DON'T WANNA DIE! "Shoot and she dies. That's right, Jason! You gonna shoot or what? 'Cause if you don't, I can do it for you" he keeps taunting him. Jason did stopped and even put down his gun then raises his hands up. Rocko laughs maniacally and headlocks me causing me to-- to not br---eaathe.
"YOU WILL DIE!" Jason says deeply with pure fire behind his eyes while targetting them to Rocko.
"Jaa--as--son.." I croaked. Then-- Rocko brutally snaps my neck.
"AHHHHHHHHH!!!" I sprang up from my bed, breathing heavily and in a matter of seconds, Chris runs to my side.
He soothingly rubs my back and tries to calm me down. I really love Chris so much. But at the same time, I think he could only be seeing me like a little sister. Still--- I couldn't help but smile knowing that he cares so much. Unlike Jason. He has have been using me as a tool or a toy.
"Shhh... it's just a dream. it's just a dream." he says. I can't decide whether it WAS a dream-- or not. It seemed and felt too real. Nah!
-------- December --------
Time went by so fast. And to be honest, It's like MU13 became like a family to me. They were all --- almost all(meaning, Jason. But as of now and a few seconds or only minutes back, he oftentimes really do/does warms up to me) --- so nice to me. They have had allowed me to go out occasionally and even on missions with them.
School? Didn't went. Who needs it anyways? Mark was what I got pretty much almost all the time then, so he would even be the one to enrol me. Luckily, I got him to believe I am being schooled by these boys. Yeah, I am learning a lot from them. Mostly, guns, survival, science and even driving. 16 and already that good, Aha... beat that!
We went out Christmas shopping and I never thought we would of had this much fun besides blowing things up with them.
While we were walking, I saw Jason’s phone and I thought, maybe I could call Mark that I’m fine and that I may be for Christmas. I tapped Jason’s shoulder and he turned around to face me. I gulped down the saliva that was filling the back of my throat and finally said, “Jason, could I borrow your phone?”
He was silent. Well, damn. I knew it was too good to be true. I could already hear Mark’s cries and worries for me as a big bro and I couldn’t even text him this. This just too much of a long shot. He is just gonna keep me like this anyways, right?
“Sure.” He says with a smile. What? Even the rest of the guys were shocked at his action. Then he hands me his phone. “—just call only and ONLY your brother.”
I looked down on his phone and tapped on the dial number keypad. “Yeah... sure. Ofcourse!” I replied to him while already tapping my bro’s number.
*ringing*... Hey! This is Mark James Case. I’m obviously busy right now, so please—Just leave a message after this BEEPPPP!! *beep*
He’s off. Great. I have to only leave a message, “Hey Mark! It’s me, Mary. Umm... I miss you. And I’m still alive just BTWs, so don’t worry about me. And uhh... I guess I’ll be home in Christmas, hopefully. If you’re wondering, where I’m exactly am right now. Just seriously, don’t worry. Cause I’m at a good friend’s house. Okay? Okay... Love you.”
Right after that call, I returned his phone back to him right away and thanked him. He responds with another friendly smile and welcomed me. He’s changed. For good that is.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE
guys sori sori sorry for the really late update. i could of had updated last week but then i was very caught up with sportsfest and also at the same time, there was no wifi. no fast or stable wifi. i promise i will try even harder to update much earlier.
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