Alone in this world

Chapter 2

Memories

Marceline didn't sleep well last night, the couch wasn't the problem, and it was actually pretty soft. What kept her up was that she wouldn't be able to see her dad again; he may be a jerk but he's her father. Marceline was finally woken up by Marshall shaking her.

"Hey sleeping beauty, wake up or else you're going to sleep the whole day away." Marshall was crouched down beside her.

Marceline groaned as she lifted herself up from the bed. "Oh god what time is it?" she looked around to find no clock.

"Well its eleven am, which means time to find some grub and may be those disgusting things called jobs." Marshall chuckled

Marceline rolled her eyes; Marshall hated to work; every time their dad got him a job, Marshall always found a way to get himself fired. The only job he was able to keep for 3 months was his job at the music store. He got fired because one of the employees blamed him for trying to steal when it was actually them. Marceline would be surprised if he saved all his money he got from working there.

"Alright, where we going to eat?" Marceline stretched.

"Well I got enough money for the week, that should tie us over but I think we should get a job so we can rake in the money to get us a better house." Marshall gestured to everything in this house.

Marceline looked around and shrugged. "Alright but I can't imagining you holding a job, it's like the seconding of Satan."

Marshall grinned. "I am the second coming of Satan."

Marceline laughed. "I guess that explains why you're such a problem child."

"Don't patronize me Jesus." Marshall pushed her.

Marceline chuckled and pushed him back. "The power of Christ compels you!"

Marshall pretended to be burn as he fell on his side. Shaking his hold body. Marceline rolled her eyes and got up, nudging him with her foot.

"Come on drama queen, we need to get something to eat soon." Marceline pulled a hair elastic out of her pants pocket. Tying her hair up.

Marshall got up off the floor, throwing his arm around her shoulder. "Alright princess, let's get going. Onward to destiny!"

Marceline pushed him again. "That's queen to you."

They didn't want to eat at some place fancy nor did they want to buy two meals otherwise they would have to miss dinner. So they chose to eat at McDonalds, not the healthiest or greatest place to eat but it was cheap enough and filling.

"Please tell me we're not going to eat here all the time." Marceline said as she dipped her fry in the ketchup.

"Of course not, it's only temporary until we get enough money to buy our own place and get our food." Marshall ripped their burger in two. He gave the other half to Marceline.

"Good because I'm happy with me being at being 140." Marceline bit into her half of the burger.

"Yeah I know, but it's not like you're going to get fat. We both have high metabolisms." Marshall stated as he finished his half of the burger in just three bites.

Marceline rolled her eyes, she ate her half of the food slowly, savouring the taste and how filling it was. When they finished they tossed their food in the trash and walked out the door. They walked down the street for a couple of minutes before finally talking.

"So, mister 'we're going to make it life' what do we do now?" Marceline looked at him.

"Easy, you get a job that matches your personality." Marshall laughed.

Marceline pushed him. "You're such a jokester."

"Yeah I know but I'm serious, get a job that doesn't require too much education." Marshall Lee stated as they passed a few stores.

"Well, I could always get a job as a cashier but I can't stand talking to people at all really." Marceline sighed, she wasn't good at talking as she had a bad habit to insult someone or use sarcasm on them.

"Well just go for it, at least it pays." Marshall shrugged.

"Well what about you mister? What are you going to do?" Marceline eyed him.

"Same as I did in middle school, sell either drugs, trade useless items for money or pawn off my stuff." Marshall stated it plainly

Marceline shivered, she remembers when Marshall sold drugs to kids. He was never caught but there were close calls that she had to get him out of but still, if he starts up again then she might not be able to stop him or get him out of trouble this time.

Marshall looked over to her, seeing the concern in her face. "Oh relax, it's just a suggestion; I'm not actually going to do it. Even though it pays well when selling." He shrugged casually and kept walking. Marceline was still worried, that's was around the time when they ran away together. Marceline remembers it like it was yesterday.


Marceline was 14; she was in her room; crying and covering her ears. Her brother and her father were fighting downstairs. He was nearly caught selling drugs, their father and he was furious at him. Despite that she had her ears covered; she can hear every word of their conversation.

"How dare you nearly soil our family name you shit!" her father shouted

"Our family name? You mean yours! I never asked to be an Abadeer!" Marshall's voice seems to be louder than their father's.

"Shut it, you're lucky I haven't sold to an orphanage yet!"

"I wish I was!"

Marceline flinched when she heard some break, next she heard fighting; slapping, punching and something being thrown against the wall. She heard the door open and slam violently. Marceline cried harder, hugging her knees. She heard her father come up the stairs, she quickly got up. She opened the window to her bedroom, climbing out and carefully manoeuvred around on the shingled roof. Watching her step as she climbed down the decorative vines that covered the back part of their house. Once she was down on the ground, she ran. She ran across the yard and climbed up the fence. Her night dress getting stuck a bit before she ripped it to get free. She hid behind the fence when she heard the back door open.

"Marceline! Marceline!" she heard her father call her but she didn't respond. She ran down the alleyway until she was at the end on the sidewalk. She panted and looked around, she felt a pair of hands grab her and pull her to the side. She squirmed.

"Hey easy sis, it's me." Marshall hissed.

Marceline stopped, she panted but her breath hitched as she heard the gat door open. Marshall grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder before ran down the sidewalk. Marceline lost track of how long they ran but by the looks of their surroundings; they were far from home.

"Marshall, where are we?" Marceline asked as Marshall put her down on the ground.

Marshall looked around them, he didn't seem tired from the running at all.

"No, but we're far from him so that's a good thing. Come on; let's sleep in this box for the night." Marshall led Marceline over to two oversized boxes that were meant for TVs.

"But Marshall, it's cold." Marceline whined.

Marshall groaned, rolling his eyes, sitting in a box, motioning her over. Marceline sat down next to him; he pulled her close to him. Marceline wrapped her arms around him.

"Just hold onto me, maybe I can keep you warm."

They spent the night in that box until morning; the cops found them and took them back to their house. Turns out their father was throwing a fit when they ran away last night, he was so worried that he called the whole neighborhood to find them. When they did, he apologized to them and said he would never do it again. He was lying.


"Yo, Marcy, snap out of it." Marshall snapped his fingers in front of her face.

"Oh sorry, I was just, um, thinking." Marceline looked the other way.

Marshall looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "Yeah well can you space out when we're sitting down or at the rundown house?"

"Seriously you could have hurt yourself."


well there you go

Marceline and Marshall Lee are decided that they need jobs

Marceline remembers the first time they ran away together

tune in tomorrow when you want to see the epic job hunt

-A