A/N: Chapter title comes from the song by Justin Nozuka.

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Chapter Six: Mr. Therapy Man

Mars had come back after all the chaos was over. Two other police cars had come up to the house for back-up. But they backed off, for now. The war was really starting.

Dennis had put a fire under Mars' ass for shooting the cop, but Mars simply ignored it. He knew what he did was the right thing to do. Or at least, in his own mind, he thought it was. Afterwards, Dennis ordered him to take me in the guest bedroom and tie me up there. Kevin got Tommy to take care of, and then Mars would come back for Jennifer.

"Get on the bed." Mars ordered, as we were both in the room.

I climbed onto it. He then ordered me to lie on my stomach. Once I did, he told me to my arms together near the bedpost. Then he began tying me up with scotch tape.

"Mars, why are you going along with this?" I questioned him.

He didn't answer me.

And I knew why.

"Look, I'm sorry I never spoke to you again." I apologized. "But that was years ago. I was angry. Though, I know I shouldn't have done that."

Mars hated anyone that never stayed for him. Especially since he never knew his family. His dad killed his mom, then himself. His adoptive family never accepted him, even when he just wanted that. A family. He never had any real friends, except for me. And then I left him.

"But can you understand why I did it?" I asked him.

"You knew." he said.

"Knew what?"

"You knew that I needed you."

"And I needed you, but you started murdering people." I explained. "After I told everyone that you weren't just another bad kid. That you were a great person. You hurt me by just doing that."

He didn't say anymore. He just looked down, exhaling softly. He dug into his coat pocket and pulled out what looked like a small, thin, silver chain. He put it over my head and onto my neck. And then after words, he left.

But on that chain was a small ring. I recognized it. It wasn't a diamond or gold ring. It was just a simple pink, plastic ring. It was the one that I gave him back when we were kids. It was the friendship ring.

I sighed after I heard the door closed. I don't know if it was just me being emotional over the stress that was going on, or what. But I saw those familiar tears again.