(AN: ok guys so i think you need a heads up in this chapter. Some sensitive issues and reference to abuse are in here so please make sure you are okay with reading it. Or you can skip the chapter)Recommended song: Powerless by Linkin Park


FOUR POV

I reach home with my hands full of grocery bags, my bag half hanging down my arm and Marcus' wine bottle almost about to fall off the bag.

Shoot. 5:00 p.m.

I need to make Marcus some dinner before he gets home. As i reach down to keep the bags, the wine bottle --

Crash.

As the million dollar wine stains the carpet, I hurry to move out the glass pieces.

Real smooth man!!

What the fucking hell is wrong with me!!! As I stand up with the glass pieces in my hands, I hear the jiggle of keys. A chill ran through me, as if my bones were made of ice. I turn around to meet a pair of blue eyes. Like mine.

Like...

Marcus'.

Marcus' gaze tore through my heart like a knife as his mouth lifted in a small smirk. his eyes were hooded and his gaze blurry. He was drunk.

This is so not good for me.

I shook my head in submission as I heard my voice whisper, "Sir, I will get this cleaned right away. please give me a second.I just got home and I couldn't prepare dinn--".

His silence got me. Usually when he is angry, he blasts out.

But this time, ...I snap up my head. When I take a second look towards him, the reason for his silence becomes crystal clear. Hanging off his arm is a lady. ...a call girl.

i stare there dumbfound. Marcus has ripped my back off before but he has never ever in my life brought a girl home. My heart sinks...as i see them going towards his bedroom and all I can can hear is the banging of the door.

A lone tear slips out as i stand right in the middle of the Drawing room, all the groceries lying across the floor with a broken wine bottle and a huge stain in the carpet. I fall to the ground listening to the consistent thumping at the door and as I numbly cleaned up, hoping that the scene was just my imagination playing with me.

I did not have dinner, did not bother to make Marcus some. I simply couldn't work. I cried myself to sleep that evening wishing that she stays safe...with him. Even though it was her job, Marcus knew no limits.

I hear a door closing as I wake up with a start. i know its the girl...the one whom Marcus brought home last evening.

More sounds.

Someone groaning.

A female.

Stumbling.

I knew this was going to happen.

I dash out of my bed and rip the door open... as my mind and senses started taking in the picture, my heart broke again and again. As of someone was stabbing the hell out of it.

"fuck"

I realise I'm standing there looking so stupid. I rush forward to catch her in time as she stumbles again.

"you ok? "

" ughh he's a d*ck"

"can you get me some water, I need to reach home by 10".

"c'mere IL get you some bandages.", I whisper as i pick her up in my arms and push her into my room and on my unmade bed.

I fetch my first aid kit out of the bathroom cabinet and sit beside her in the bed.

She wast old, young... Instead... Around 25 maybe.

She hissed as i cleaned up a bleeding lip and sanitized the bruise on her cheek.

"is he always this rough?", her voice breaking and tears slipping out of her eyes.

"i dont know. He has never done this before... Not since... mom", my voice wavers and my eyes sting.

It was as if she could feel me. My pain. The pain i go though everyday with Marcus.

I feel her turn towards me. And she places a hand on my cheek. I could feel the warmth from her palm seep into my skin. It felt... Soothing. Like i was with my mom.

"Don't worry kiddo. He wasn't as bad as i thought it would be. I'll heal in a week. Its was just a few slaps when i couldn't give him what he wanted. Nothing serious."

"I'm so sorry. You had to take it instead of me.", I whispered.

"Its ok. That's no big deal. At least I could save you from him for one night. You should report him you know."

"I can't, if I do. I'll loose everything. They will put in foster care. It just a few more months. Until the end of November. I'll be free. I'll be turning 18 and i can't take off without any foster shit following me. I have my savings and i have a plan."

She looks at me and gives me a small smile. As she grabs a bandaid to tape a cut on her face. She pushes off my bed and walks towards the door.

" You really don't deserve this kiddo.", I see her standing across the door.

" If you knew he would do that... Why did you come here?"

"I am not more different than you kiddo, just a bit older and a widow and a mother. I don't have money and i desperately needed some for my daughters treatment. She's the only thing i have left with me and I can't loose her... Or I'll loose myself. "

" Marcus is known to be... Aggressive. But i never thought he would be... Abusive", she continues as her eyes fall to the ground.

"I am so sorry. I couldn't help you", my voice whispers.

My chest burns as soundless tears leave my eyes going across my face.

It was as if mom was there last night with him. In that room.

And then again, I was helpless and broken, hopeless to save my own mother.

In this case, a woman...

just like my... mother.

My eyes lower with shame as i hear her say.

"I CAN'T tell anyone or it will be for me and my daughter. This trade is illegal... If the police find out...I'll loose my daughter forever. So don't worry we both will be ok."

A pause.

"Things and situations just need some time to correct themselves. And i want you to remember one thing kiddo.

You're a good man. Pure in heart and strong in soul. Just always remember that".

With that, she leaves the house and leaves me there sitting alone with her words hanging in the air.


(AN: Bro, imm literally crying rn.)