ThatchxMarco One-Shots Chapter 22: Broken Apart, an one piece fanfic

Chapter Twenty-Two: Broken Apart

LuffyGirl here.

The first half of this chapter was so hard and hurt so much to write you have no idea. Just proceed with caution I guess. The second half is good but it was hard writing certain sentences. Okitwashardwritingmostofthischapterforpersonalreasonsespeciallythatchspart.

Remember when this started off with Cupcakes? Me to.

Anyway… Enjoy?

Summary: Thatch and Marco are left alone with their thoughts.

Disclaimer: One Piece belongs to Eiichiro Oda :)

Thatch laid on the bed as he cried to himself and thought about the conversation over and over again. He couldn't believe he hurt Marco like that. He didn't mean to. But he did. Thatch now realized how mean he was but didn't realize it in the moment.

"But I wouldn't expect for you to understand since you never grew up with your real parents."

But at the same time, Thatch knew he was right. What did Marco know about having real parents? About having a father AND a mother? Hearing them talk all the time. And yell. And scream. And shout. And fight. Only to constantly 'make up' and say empty so-called 'apologies' as they never meant it and just continued fighting and arguing again and again. What only felt like so many forced marriages in the family only for most of them to never work out or just…

Turn abusive over time.

Although Thatch wasn't worried about Marco abusing him.

Thatch was worried about himself abusing Marco.

Just like…

Thatch got the chills and shivered trying to get the invasive thoughts out of his head.

'You already hurt him so you're on your way there.'A voice told him.

'No. I'm not.' Thatch thought.

'You hurt him mentally since you never wanted to talk about marriage. You definitely hurt and possibly scarred him emotionally by mentioning his real parents. Then you hurt him by literally pushing him away.'

'I regret it.'

'Do you?'

'Yes. I regret everything.'

'Are you sure about that? Are you sure none of that actually felt good? Being able to manipulate him into not talking about something you never wanted to talk about? Being able to hurt him in the many ways someone hurt you?'

'I didn't mean to.'

'But you did. Face it. You're tired of being nice. Eventually you'll slip up and-'

"STOP IT!" Thatch shouted as he suddenly woke up crying. He looked around taking in his surroundings and sat up shakily.

'O.k. I'm still here. I'm not there anymore.' He thought trying to calm himself down. 'It was just a dream.' Thatch looked at the time and rolled his eyes when he saw it was only three a.m. 'This night is taking forever.' He sighed heavily and rubbed his eyes. He was SO tired. Tired of the night. Tired of his thoughts. Tired of fighting.

Tired of… Everything.

Thatch laid back down and stared at the ceiling. He didn't want to think about the nightmare he just had so he tried to empty his mind. However, Marco's reaction after his outburst earlier came to mind.

"Thatch. Whatever it is that went on… It won't be like that with us. Please, just… Just try to talk to me about it. Even if I don't understand, I'll try to."

Marco's reaction was so soft now that Thatch thought about it. He didn't get annoyed, mad or angry. He didn't even brush it off. It wasn't very often someone offered to let Thatch talk about what bothers him. Especially when it came to the things that bothered him the most.

Then he messed it up.

"But I wouldn't expect for you to understand since you never grew up with your real parents.

Now that he had someone who genuinely wanted to listen…

"And that's why you wouldn't understand. You didn't get to grow up with real parents like I did! Now LEAVE!" Thatch yelled as he pushed Marco away causing him to snap out of it as he stumbled and then ran to a different room.

Thatch literally and figuratively pushed them away.

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Marco woke up with a gasp as if he couldn't breathe and sat straight up and looked around panicking.

'It… It was just a dream.' He thought calming himself down. 'Everything is fine.'

He looked next to him but Thatch wasn't there.

Oh.

Marco's mood saddened again as he thought about what Thatch said and did earlier.

"But I wouldn't expect for you to understand since you never grew up with your real parents."

Marco never imagined Thatch saying something like that to him. Marco didn't even remember his real parents but what did that matter? He was here now. It did hurt a lot more than Marco thought it should but it still hurt all the same.

Once Marco was at the room, he laid on the bed and cried to himself.

Although, he wasn't expecting to fall asleep and it was now just passed three in the morning. He wondered how Thatch was doing. Actually, he knew Thatch had to be annoyed with him even more now.

Marco proposed. He messed up there anniversary. He made Thatch talk about things he didn't want to talk about. It was just straight up his fault for messing up what felt like everything.

But then again, Marco had a right to be annoyed with Thatch to. If he would've just spoken about everything sooner like Marco wanted to, all of this could've been prevented. Marco would've known why Thatch didn't want to get married and would have never proposed again.

However, he couldn't help but think about something Thatch said.

"THAT MARRIAGES NEVER WORK OUT!" Thatch yelled making Marco unintentionally flinch. "At least… Not in my old family." Thatch looked away again. "I know it doesn't matter anymore but… I still think about it."

In a way it didn't matter because it didn't have to do with now. But at the same time Marco knew there was more to it by the way Thatch spoke. Obviously, Marco didn't grow up with 'real parents' but he wasn't that unaware of… Well…

An abusive family... Member.

He always had the nagging feeling that something was wrong when Oyaji seemed desperate to adopt Thatch.

Still, Marco always hoped that Thatch would have the courage to tell him one day. He didn't think it would be like this though. He practically forced the truth out of Thatch and that made Marco feel guilty yet again.

He then threw himself back against the bed. Why the hell was he feeling more guilty and annoyed at himself than annoyed at Thatch? But Marco did feel guilty as he did feel like it was his fault that this happened. However, Marco was more annoyed with his thoughts than himself.

He was also exhausted by the thoughts constantly changing from one subject to another. All Marco wanted to do right now was sleep but his dreams and nightmares wouldn't let him.

Why the hell was he having them again? What did they mean? Was it something that happened a long time ago? Was it something that was going to happen?

Marco shook his head and just laid there feeling frustrated and a little angry at everything on his mind as he tried to fall asleep.

For the record, I didn't realize that they hardly spoke until I did the last read before putting this up. That was completely unintentional but it happens to fit the chapter.

Speaking of which, there are only a few chapters left :)

Thank You guys for reading and stay safe out there.