We Go Way Back

Dad, Meet Marshall-Marshall, Meet Dad

I huffed and sat down on my porch step, Marshall following suit. I tossed my gun in front of me and Marshall again did the same thing.
I exhaustedly looked at him and he did the same back, a tired smile on his beautiful face. Wait, what the actual fuck?
Shut the fuck up Silence, he is your goddamn best friend and he has been for 11 years. Why am I doing this now?
But that's when I finally allowed my feelings to surface, and right then and there, as I looked at Marshall and his paint covered body, those piercing blue eyes that I had fallen in love with, I realized that... I was falling for my best friend, and I have been ever since he asked me to play with him 11 years ago. I was just actually figuring it out right now, and letting the feelings come up from where I had suppressed them all these years.
I got so caught up in the moment I almost kissed him but instead tackled him in a hug. He wrapped his arms around me and I snuggled my head into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent - mint, soap, and his own boy smell.
I sighed and I felt him take a deep breath. I smiled when he started playing with my hair.
"Your hair really matches you, I like it a lot," he said.
I leaned back and searched his eyes for a minute. Then I stood up and grabbed the guns, tossing Marshall his.
"Lets put 'em back 'n we can go inside, I'm pretty hungry," I said. He nodded in agreement and we walked behind the house. I pulled away the dumpster and set it up against the wall, Marshall doing the same. He pushed it back and we raced to the front door, Marshall winning.
It was hella dark outside and we figured we would eat a bunch of sugar and stay up all night.
"How bout I make chocolate chip waffles?" I asked as I pulled out my waffle maker. Weird, I thought my dad sold this.
"Hell yeah, you even got chocolate?" he asked as he sat up on the counter top. I grabbed a black plastic bag and threw it at him. He caught it and opened it, grabbing 4 plastic container tubes.
"M&Ms! Fuck yeah," he yelled excitedly. I just shook my head and got the ingredients together, a small smile on my lips. He was like a little kid, not much had really changed over the years.
I glanced at him and found him staring at me, an emotion I couldn't quite decipher in his eyes.
"What?" I asked and began to mix.
"Nothing," he replied, yet he continued to stare at me. I gave him a confused look and he smiled boyishly.
"Anyway, a couple days ago I went back to the hip hop shop... And got booed off stage again," he sighed through his nose and shifted his eyes to the table, avoiding my gaze. I shook my head, a smile on my face.
"You're almost there Marshall, and I promise you that I know you will make it to where you wanna be. All ya gotta do is keep going, no backing down. If you do, I will be there to pick you up, and beat your ass for doin' that," I told him, dead serious. He chuckled as I poured the mix into the little waffle maker. I closed it and met his stare.
"Love ya Silence, you will always be my girl," he said, giving me a hug. Even though I knew he meant it another way, as in best friends, but my stupid heart still fluttered. Damn it Marshall.
"Love ya too asshole, anyway here your waffles are done," I said and lifted up the lid thingy, grabbing both of them with my hands and quickly throwing them onto the plate he got out.
He grabbed the plate and poked my cheek as a thank you and sat down at the kitchen table. I smiled and brought out some syrup from the cupboard. I set it down at the table next to him and watched him as he wrote down some lyrics onto a small yellow piece of paper.
After a few minutes of watching him, I went back to my waffle station and finished making myself some waffles. I started putting everything away when a needle of worry struck me in the chest. I was getting worked up over dad again, but if I wanted to have a good time with Marshall I needed to be rid of all those worrying thoughts. He won't be back til the end of the week, like usual. I sighed, trying to calm my nerves and put the stuff away.
I set my plate on the opposite side of Marshall and sat down, stabbing my fork into my waffle and dousing the whole plate in syrup.
In less than 5 minutes both mine and Marshalls waffles were gone, syrup all over the table from throwing our food at each other. I grabbed our plates and stacked them together, throwing them in the sink.
I then sat on the couch, bringing out my fat brown sketchbook full of drawings and poems.
I lay my head on the arm rest, my legs pulled up. I put my book on my thighs and opened it to a new page, pencil in hand.
I tapped my pencil lightly on my cheek and my eyes wandered to Marshalls face. He was now looking at me, studying my posture and face intently. I smirked and he put his tongue to his cheek, putting his head back down bashfully as he looked at his worn out paper.
"Hey, Silence?" I heard him mumble. I looked up at him and realized he was again staring at me.
"Whats up bud," I looked back at him. He seemed a little nervous to ask me.
"For a stage name, you think Eminem would be a good one?" he asked, looking in my eyes.
I smiled. "Of course, dude that's perfect," I told him enthusiastically. His eyes lit up in that special way and my heart fluttered.
"Ay, I forgot to tell you. Were going to a party tomorrow," he said nonchalantly, his eyes back on his paper.
I snapped my head towards him and he immediately looked at me.
"Dude, no. You know I'm not social," I told him, averting my eyes back to my paper and started drawing the outline of his head.
"Yeah you are, you made me jump off of fucking buildings today. And we got chased by cops. You owe me," he said, once again drawing his eyes back to his paper.
"I fucking made you M&M waffles you little creep. We're even now," I said back.
"Your still going," he whispered. I laughed and shook my head.
"Fine, but I'm going to leave if you leave me by myself," I pointed my pencil at him.
"I'm not gonna leave you. Damn, you can be so clingy sometimes and were not even married yet," he said. I gaped at him and he busted up laughing. I threw a pillow at his face and he fell backwards in his chair still laughing.
"Dumb ass. Your so weird sometimes," I mumbled. He lay on the floor for a minute, staring at me. He smiled and I returned it, rolling my eyes.
"The look on your face," he giggled. Yeah he giggled. I took off my shoe and threw it at him.
"Ow," he grumbled.
"Shut up and sit up here with me," I told him. He nodded and got up, fixing the chair and shoving his paper in his pants pocket. He plopped down right next to me and I rested my legs on his lap.
I closed my notebook and set it down on the ground. I switched places so my head was on his lap and he started playing with my hair again. I sighed and he started humming. I joined him, recognizing the song we made together.
Pretty soon, we were both asleep, Marshalls hand in mine as it rested on top of my stomach.
***
I woke up to a door slamming. It shook the whole house and we both shot up.
In less than three seconds a searing white hot pain split up the side of my face and I'm on the ground, holding my face and groaning in pain.
"Dirty fucking whore! Who the fuck do you think you are bringing your boyfriends in my house, where are the others?! Feeding them food I work hard to pay for and leaving the house a dirty fucking pig sty when I bring company over!" my dad bellowed, kicking me in the stomach repeatedly until I coughed up blood.
"Yo what the fuck man?! Get off of her, who the fuck do you think you are treatin' her like that?!! She ain't done shit to you!!" I heard Marshall yell. He sounded scary and I've never heard or seen him so mad. His face was red and his blue eyes were darker than usual.
"That's my fucking daughter, she lives in my house and I pay for the food she eats and the roof she lives under! Get the fuck outta my house 'fore I put a bullet through your head!" My dad screamed back. He grabbed me by my hair and I yelped in pain. It felt as though he was tearing my scalp off and I felt tears sting my eyes.
I looked at him through teary eyes, silently pleading him to leave. I know my dad was dead serious when he said he'd kill him, and that scared me more than anything.
Marshalls eyes widened in pure rage and he lunged at my dad, socking him in the jaw, and when he let me go I crawled away to a safe distance. Marshall grabbed him by the shirt and started throwing him around, surprisingly strong for a lean white boy, my dad being the bigger opponent. He then continuously hammered blows onto my dad's face whilst straddling him, my dad trying to buck him off and hit him at the same time, his movements becoming weaker and weaker.
I coughed up more blood and crawled over to Marshall, grabbing him by his hoodie. The moment my hand touched his back he relaxed and stopped what he was doing.
"Marshall please, lets just go. Please," I pleaded weakly. He looked back at me, his fist in mid air. He looked back at my dad in disgust and stood up off of him, his bloody knuckles clenched and body shaking from the adrenaline and rage.
I grabbed my notebook and shoved it in my blue bag. Marshall gently took my hand and helped me up. I felt a searing pain in my stomach when I stood up and I yelped, falling back down.
He lifted my shirt and I cried out in revulsion and pain. My stitches had reopened from another violent fight I had with my dad.
"Shh shh its gonna be okay, come with me. I'll carry you," he whispered soothingly, yet I could see the panic in his eyes.
He lifted me up gently and carried me bridal style outside. He walked across the street to his moms. He set me down on Debbie's car and went inside. I shivered in the cold, it was 2:00 am.
He came back out with keys in his hand. Picking me up again he opened the door with one hand, putting me in the passenger seat. He closed it and walked around, getting in the drivers seat.
I looked at him, my vision becoming hazy. He put the keys in the ignition and looked at me worriedly.
"I'll be fine, really. But please don't take me to the hospital Marshall," I pleaded, clutching my stomach. I kept bleeding and I was starting to nod out. Hospitals scared me, ever since my mom...
        I began to nod off.
"Fuck that, your going to the hospital," he stated. I knew he wasn't going to let me say no. I sighed and darkness consumed me.

**What's up Stans? You guys good? Great, well as I said before second chapters are always a worst for me (I don't know why...?) and I want to thank you for 615 reads!! Damn, I never thought I could get that many and I am so freaking grateful for you guys and your awesome lil' comments, you have no idea how much I love seeing that. Anyway, til the next chapter you awesome people

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