Part 20

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(Marley's pov)

I woke up the next morning screaming from a night mare. It was just like the one from the night before but worse. No one woke up me early enough to stop it. Someone shook me, and I was breathing heavy.

"Marley! Marley!" Luke was like shaking my shoulder. I couldn't catch my breath.

"Breath. Calm down. You're coming home today. It's okay." He rubbed my forearm. That day Miss Lane came and signed me out of the hospital. She brought me street clothes to wear.We all drove home together. I laid in the back seat. Luke would look back to check on me. We got the orphanage and I was so ready for her to sign off those papers. I walked through the door and I was so happy to have smelled something other than hospital.

"Marley!" Livi ran into the foyer and jumped into my arms. I caught her, my head started to spin. Luke held me in place.

"Livi, Marley is better but still weak." Miss Marin said entering from her office. I placed her on her feet.

"Excuse me, I want to go freshen up. I smell like hospital." I said. I got to my room and stared out the dingy dusty window. What is it gonna be like to leave this place? Then, I heard the horse-like foot steps of Luke rampaging up the steps.

"Mar?" He asked. He came close behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Hi." I smiled. I played with his fingers. He kissed my neck and then my cheek and then he turned me to face him. He kissed my mouth. I grabbed his face with my hand and squished his lips together. He looked like a fish.

"I smell like hospital." I laughed.

"I do not care." We laughed. "But there is one more thing. I don't wanna go on my tour with you."

"What?" I asked backing up.

"I wanna go on tour with my girl friend." He said pulling me close. "Will you, Marley, be my girlfriend?"

"Yes, I would be honored." We smiled.

"I love you." He whispered. He kissed me again.

"But I honestly feel gross I need to shower." I laughed. He made a pout and I laughed. He went back downstairs and went to take a shower. My dad is dead, I have a mom , I have a boyfriend who is now Luke Hemmings, the boy going on tour opening up for One Direction. I'm finally getting out of here.

I pulled out my hair from its bun and turned on the hot water. I unwrapped my wrists. I periodically have to change the wrapping on them, and take antibiotics. It's not bad. I got in the shower and traced the marks on my wrist with my finger. They're red and unappealing, but for once I didn't care what I looked like because I know he doesn't.

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