Chapter 4

Nightmares haunted my mind. I screamed, fought, and cried but the evil spirits that haunted my mind would not leave me be. As a humungous demon swallowed me, my eyes shot open and there were tears in my eyes. I cursed to myself. I had cried quite enough. I seemed so weak. Then I realized my surroundings.

I was facing a couch's back-rest and I realized the warmth of something behind me, or someone. I felt a cool air blow against my neck, causing me to shiver. I looked down to see two muscled arms protectively wrapped around me and then I remembered. I remembered him carrying me out. Him punching my father. My father. Oh glob, he was probably looking for me right now.

I tensed as I felt Marshall begin to stir. He yawned quietly before whispering in my ear, "you awake?" I nodded and I felt him slowly get off the couch as I did as well. He scratched the back of his head and said "So, um, do you want some break-" I came forward and slammed my lips into his. He looked at me wide-eyed and in shock. I kissed him passionately and he soon returned the kiss. He wrapped his arms around me and I ran my fingers through his jet-black silky hair. I never wanted it to end. He tasted like strawberries. I felt like I was floating on air.

Suddenly there was a loud bang at his door. I suddenly crashed back into reality as he pulled away. He whispered to me urgently, "Go hide. It'll be alright." I nodded and ran off down a hallway and into a room. I listened through the door as I heard multiple voices. They sounded urgent and angry. Suddenly I heard footsteps come towards the room I was in. I ducked into a closet.

As the door creaked open my heart dropped into my stomach. A figure came into the door and I noticed it to be a cop. I swallowed hard. Soon he left though and I sighed in relief. Then I heard more yelling followed by a door slam. I heard more footsteps, but I soon recognized them as Marshall's. "Marcy?" he called and I got out of the closet. I bumped into him in the hallway and he told me what had happened.

He explained that after he knocked my dad out the police came and he sent them after him to find me. So that's why they searched the apartment. I looked up to meet his gaze. "We need to tell the cops." He said calmly. I just looked down and nodded and he tilted up my chin. "It'll be okay. I promise." He said firmly. I Said 'okay' and we headed to the police station.

I hopped in the passenger seat of his Camaro and he sat at the driver's seat. I admired the car while he started the engine. He popped in a CD which he later told me was his band. He sang along with his own voice and I smirked at him. He didn't notice. I never realized how great of a singer he was. It was godly almost.

When we got to the little police building I immediately saw him. I quickly hid behind Marshall and he asked me what was wrong. Then he spotted him through the window and gripped on to my hand reassuringly. We walked in, him keeping me extremely close to him. My father spotted me and I held onto Marshall tighter. Marshall just glared my dad's way and we walked into the lobby.

Little did I know my father was right behind us. My Father yanked me back by my bandaged arm and I cried out in pain and panic. Marshall took noticed and punched my dad in the stomach him loosening his grip on me. Marshall pulled me close to him, wrapping his arms around me. Policemen came out immediately and carried my dad away. I shakily breathed and he unleashed me. We returned back to telling the cops our story.

After about three hours, we finally got out of that dump. Marshall had put a restraining order on my dad so he wasn't allowed to come anywhere near me or him. As he drove he said, "you know Marcy, you can come live with me if you want. I know we don't know each other the best, but I really do care about you." He placed a free hand on my knee, looking at mw before returning to the road. I smiled and said, "care about you too." I pecked his cheek and you look just barely see the small blush on his face. I moved in with him.

After getting my stuff from my old home, I settled down in his apartment immediately. The only problem was he only had one bed. He started to settle on his couch but I refused to let him lay there and we bunked together. We ate strawberries, watched movies, sang together, played our bases, and rode to school with him. We were pretty much inseparable. Every night we laid together in his soft bed and cuddled. We relieved each other's stress every night. And each morning I was greeted to his handsome paleish face that couldn't get enough of.

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