"Leave me to rot in the position I am. No one will ever know I'm gone."
-Unknown

Asher had informed Marceline that the Spartans were hosting some kind of barbecue today and being as though she was the only one who lived in a house with a backyard instead of an apartment, condo or trailer, the party was being held in her backyard. Marci didn't give a shit about what the Spartans were doing. She didn't help decorate or cook any of the food and she didn't get gussied up. After she snapped on him for throwing another house party, Asher knew not to have people running through the place, so the kitchen and bathroom were the only unrestricted rooms.

Asher managed to lure Marci out of 'their' bedroom and into the backyard where there were Spartans, Randoms and Doxies enjoying themselves. Some people brought along inflatable pools and there were a few groups sitting in them. There were a pair of grills out here too and Grimm was manning one while a Random was cooking on the other. Asher, Marceline and most of the Spartans, with a Doxy on their lap, were occupying the canopy gazebo. They were drinking and smoking and laughing like everything was just fine.

Marci accepted the wine cooler Asher offered her, but she still didn't say a word. The bikers knew better than to speak to her and Asher didn't push his luck anymore, not after she crawled out of her depressive pit and pulled a gun on him. The most he'd do is put his arm around the back of her chair like he was doing now or her shoulders, but it didn't annoy her, so Marceline didn't mind it. When they were at the clubhouse and he'd tuck her under his arm, she'd only shrug him off when he began rubbing her arms or when he kissed her hair just to keep a boundary between them.

"Oh, I almost forgot." Asher suddenly said, making Marci look at him. "Beastie got you some bud. It's some weird shit called, uh..."

Asher trailed off and snapped his fingers like he always did when he couldn't put his finger on something. "Querkle." Beast Boy finished Asher's thought.

"What is it?" She asked, unknowing of the strain by name, and turned to Beast Boy because she knew Asher wouldn't know.

"Indica." He easily answered with a proud smirk.

"Indica always gives me cottonmouth, so I'll pass."

"I've got some Acapulco Gold at home." Marceline's brows twitched in subtle delight at hearing that Beast Boy had such a premium strain in his possession. The dispensary she went to carried Acapulco Gold, but it sold out almost immediately and she could never get her hands on it. "Can I bring some by later?" The green-haired man asked, his eyes flicking between the ginger and Asher as if he was unsure of who he should be asking permission from.

"Sure, bring Marci a treat. I'm sure she'll love it." Asher answered, smiling down at Marceline.

Beast Boy nodded and stood, surprising Marceline as she figured that he was about to ride home to get what he offered. Since the supplier was gone, one of the Randoms asked the President what they were smoking now. Conversations continued and minutes ticked by. Some of the Doxies were obviously feeling a little neglected by the lack of attention they were receiving from the bikers because most of them took their tops off to splash around in the little pools in an attempt to get their attention. Some of the Spartans ventured out of the gazebo to spectate and the playfulness took on a sexier ambiance with a male audience, but most of the men stayed inside the shade to be entertained by the woman on their lap.

Marci was back to her usual quiet self, sipping at her cooler and half-listening to the conversations around her. Asher would periodically squeeze her shoulder and ask if she was okay. She'd either shrug or hum in return, but Asher would smile at her subtle answers. He seemed to be content with just having her around him and within his space, which she hated, but it kept him calm, so she tried to be civil until he got on her nerves.

"I love your tattoo, Marceline." A Doxy with indigo-dyed hair sitting on Max's lap spoke to the silent ginger. "It's so pretty and detailed. It must be special to you."

It was hot out, so Marci was wearing jean shorts with a grey '90s Kid' shirt and black sandals. Everyone could see the lotus crescent moon tattoo inked on her leg, but the men knew better than to say anything to her because she'd probably throw her bottle at their head. The Doxies were different. When Asher dragged her to the clubhouse, they'd just stare at her, either envious or curious, but none of them ever came up to her to talk and she liked it that way. She was sick of club whores.

She knew Asher made it a well-known fact that she was with him too, so that must make her head of the Spartan henhouse. That didn't change anything because Marci didn't want the title, nor did she want Asher blabbing to everyone that she was 'with him' because things were different from her perspective.

"Don't you have a dick to be choking on?" Was Marceline's crude reply, not giving a single care towards the woman's feelings. She was sure that the slut had sex with bikers every night, what feelings could Marci hurt that these men hadn't already?

Her olive-green eyes were narrowed in challenge, waiting to see if the brown-eyed woman would get ballsy and say anything back to her. Everyone in the gazebo was snickering at what she said, but the Doxy didn't say anything. Marceline rolled her eyes. She stood and told Asher she was going to get something to eat. He asked her to make him a plate and she told him to make it himself, which earned another round of laughs.

Marci went into her kitchen and grabbed one of the paper plates from the counter. On the table were various bowls and tin pans holding all sorts of food and someone had even baked a pan of brownies. She stared at all the dishes, but couldn't find the appetite to eat anything, so she replaced the plate and grabbed a soda from the fridge.

Marceline sat at her kitchen table and idly sipped her can of Sprite. She looked down at the tiled floor beneath her feet and all she could see was a puddle of blood leading to where Rosemary's body had been, which was under the table that had been flipped on its side the day of Rosemary's murder; she was sitting in the exact spot she'd found Asher in.

With the time alone, another suicide attempt morbidly made its way into her thoughts. If at first you don't succeed and all...

She eyed the rack of sharp knives on the counter, then leaned to the side to look outside. With the curtain of the gazebo closed to keep the bugs out, nobody could see her sitting in here and that meant it'd be too late if anyone noticed that she was bleeding out on the floor...unless Asher decided to see what was taking her so long. She rolled her eyes at that. She didn't want a painful death though. When she cut herself the first time, it hurt so bad and she'd never forget that pain. She didn't want to go through that again. She wondered if she could pour enough bleach into her can…

With a sigh, she continued sipping at her soda and occasionally, she'd look down at the floor and still see the blood there. Something pulled her attention to the top of the fridge and she watched in quiet agony as her imagination conjured Melinoë in her favorite spot atop the fridge. She jumped down and as soon as she hit the floor, all Marci could see was her dead, flattened cat stuffed in that shoebox. Why her mind was putting so much effort into tormenting her today, she didn't know, but maybe her brain was exhausted from the bullshit in her life and couldn't keep the things that she feared locked away anymore.

"Why are you with Gage?" Someone questioned and that made those horrendous images disappear. Still, Marci looked to the top of the fridge with false hope that she'd see her sweet kitty again, but of course, she didn't. It would never be that easy for her to obtain so much as a spoonful of happiness.

Looking to the door, she saw that the brown-eyed Doxy that commented on her tattoo was standing in her kitchen with an irritated look on her face, but Marceline couldn't give a single shit about how the whore felt and she didn't want the bitch in her house. She replayed what the woman asked in her head and narrowed her eyes as she glared at her.

"Why the fuck do you care?" She spat.

"Because I care about his club, that's why I'm here." She stated as sher hands fell to her hips.

"If you care so deeply about him and his club, go out there and tell him that. Tell him you wanna marry him and that he's everything you could ever want in a man and that you've only got eyes for him, nobody else. Tell him you wanna run off into the sunset with him, he'll love that shit."

"He treats you like a Queen, showers you with love, has mind-blowing sex with you and in return, you're an ungrateful bitch. You don't deserve him."

She was right about that. Marceline didn't deserve to be the center of Asher's attention and she sure as shit shouldn't be trapped in this godforsaken house with him and his stupid gang and she knew for a goddamn fact that she shouldn't have ever had to experience the mountains of pain that she did due to the things Asher has done to her or someone she cared about.

But this whore didn't know any of that, didn't know what kind of man the Spartan President really was and how ugly his temper was. Marceline didn't think the bitch could survive a weekend with Asher, but damn, did she want to see her try.

The woman was still prattling on about how she was dedicated to the Spartans and how Marci should be grateful for the attention she was receiving from the President, giving Marceline enough time to grab one of the bottles of liquor from the counter and smash the woman in the head with it. The glass shattered as the woman fell to the ground with a scream, but Marceline was undisturbed by her wailing. The noise made some of the men come to the door to investigate and Asher was at the front of the group.

"Next time, I won't be as nice. Keep your whores in line or I'll rip their plastic tits off." She growled at him before going into the living room.

"Somebody clean up this mess." He instructed the men behind him before following after Marceline, finding her sitting in the living room on the couch. "Marci, you okay?"

"Just peachy."

"You haven't been too talkative lately. Actually, you haven't been too...much of anything lately. I'm starting to get worried."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "I fucking wonder why, Asher."

"What? What'd I do?"

"What haven't you done?" She sighed before pushing past him to go upstairs. "Just shut up and get away from me."