AN: Thanks for all the love I got while I wasn't posting. I haven't forgotten about this story and I'm working on chapter 9 now.
Disclaimer: I still don't own anything except the situation I put them in. I don't even fully own the laptop I typed this up on.
Chapter 8
It was raining outside and Rebekah worried about her heels sinking into the mud as she looked out of the window. It was the day of her brother's funeral but it would not be overtly crowded with people saying good things about the man in the coffin. Finn, while not a cruel person, was very self-centered, focusing more on the wants of his wife rather than the needs of the community. The only people truly sorry to see him go would be the aforementioned wife, his young children, and his siblings.
Despite the way Finn had allowed Sage to get away with her treatment of Rebekah, Rebekah would still miss him. He was still her brother and family was everything to Rebekah considering it seemed that every moment she lost more of it. She would never forget how they rallied around her in her time of need.
"Rebekah," a familiar voice said behind her and she whirled around. Clad in a black suit and tie was Marcel and Rebekah's heart hammered in her throat. The last time she had seen him, they had been at each other's throats and then…at each other. Who knows what would have happened if they hadn't been interrupted. Rebekah didn't want to fall back into his arms, have him awaken that part of her that she'd hidden from the world and herself. She had to harden her heart against him or else he would break it again.
"You should be at the church with the rest of the guests," she said turning her back to him. She could hear his awkward shuffling and she suppressed a smirk. Nice to know she wasn't the only one uncomfortable.
"I would have been but your mother insisted that I ride with the family to the church." He snorted. "Seeing as I am still family and all."
Rebekah held back a snort herself. Her mother had never considered Marcel family, not while he just been Klaus' best friend and especially not when he had been Rebekah's husband.
Except he still was her husband.
Before she could be her usual snide self and reply smartly, Marcel continued. "We didn't get a chance to talk when we first saw each other—"
"That's because you couldn't control yourself and attacked me like you usually do." Rebekah felt a hand grab her and spin her around. She found Marcel's face inches from her own, his nostrils flared and his teeth gritted.
"Listen up. You weren't so innocent in what happened so don't even play that with me." Rebekah tried to shake him off but he gripped her arms in both hands and shook her once. "I'm tired of you playing the victim in all of this, as if what happened all those years ago was all my fault."
Not for once, Rebekah wondered how her leaving had affected him. Having his pregnant wife vanish into the night with only her family to confirm her safety must have taken a toll on him. Even though Rebekah was again sure he wouldn't hurt her, it did not mean that she didn't deserve his anger.
"You're the one who left me. You don't get to come back and act like the victim. Like you didn't take my entire world with you when you left…" Rebekah searched his eyes and saw a haunted look them, remnant pain from three years ago when she left. She wanted to tell him everything but she just couldn't.
He also seemed to be searching her as well but he didn't seem to like what he saw. "Look. You're here now but I can tell that you'll be out of here the first chance you get. But I have rights Rebekah. The right to move on with life but I also have the right to be a part of my son's life."
Rebekah went pale.
"Rebekah, where is my son?"
