Red String Of Love

Chapter 5: BubbleGum's Role

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Soft music played in the background as I floated in beautiful dream. I smiled and lay back on the soft green grass enjoying the song. It was my favorite lullaby, one that I used to listen to every day. It always helped me sleep at night, and it always drove those nightmares away. The lullaby continued and it was getting to my favorite part, then I started to wonder who could be singing it. A soft breeze blew by that played with my hair, I took a breath and my brows furrowed. No, it can’t be said my conscience but just to be sure I took in another breath and I swear to glob I smelled Marshall Lee. That’s right, that lullaby was always sung by Marshall!

Immediately I snapped my eyes open and sat upright. My eyes were wide in panic and my heart was beating fast, I saw Marshall sitting at the edge of the bed cradling his guitar. He was wearing a loose tank top and pajama bottoms. It was the first time I noticed several tattoos encircling his right forearm all the way to his shoulder blade.

“Morning, sleeping beauty.” He smirked

“Marshall Lee what are you doing at my house? Get out!” I snapped

“Your house? Dude look around, this is my house.” He laughed as he set down his guitar beside him.

I opened my mouth to say something then I noticed the lack of pink in the room. I looked around to realize that this was not my house; the bed was not its usual magenta pink color instead it was black.

“Wh-what am I doing at your house? What happened last night?”

“Nothing really, you just got really drunk and I had to drive you back home. I didn’t know where you live so I brought here instead.” He said as he slowly got off the bed taking his guitar with him.

Last night…what happened last night? I scrunched my eyes trying to remember but all it gave me was a head ache making me wince. I sighed in defeat and pushed the duvet away only to find out that my jeans was gone and replaced with boxers…boxers that were not mine. My long sleeved pink shirt was also gone and in its place was a black short sleeved t-shirt. Instinctively I hid my exposed scars and glared at Marshall,

“Where are my clothes, Marshall??”

“You threw up on them so I had to get them washed.”

My breath got caught in my throat and I gripped the shirt I was wearing tightly. Did he see it? I thought, did he see the tattoo?

“And ah…don’t worry you changed by yourself.” Marshall continues, looking down at his feet.

My grip loosened on my shirt and I let out a breath, then I suddenly asked, “You didn’t do anything weird to me did you?”

“Do what? Rape you? Do you really think I’m that type of guy?” Marshall said in a serious tone

I stared at him taken aback, unsure of how to respond. Marshall sighed and scratched the back of his neck,

“I didn’t…I didn’t do anything.” He said avoiding eye contact.

I narrowed my eyes at him feeling suspicious but decided to let it slide, my hips and back weren’t aching anyway. And I didn’t have the energy to interrogate him.

“May I have my clothes back?” I asked

“They’re right there, on the chair.” He pointed with a smile