Hello everyone, this chapter belongs to PrimsGirl just like the ones before, just with minor editing, hope you guys like the chapter!

I want to warn you...Marinette's father is abusive. Her mother has severe depression causing her to lack motivation to help her daughter. Sorry for the OOC-ness of Tom and Sabine.


When they left the Agreste house, Natalie and Gabriel took the car to follow Marinette, as well as Luka, to scope out what was happening behind those doors. Natalie usually came in handy when it came to spying missions, she could hook up cameras all over without being caught. It was only a matter of time before they could see what was to happen behind those closed doors. A few minutes of Gabriel staying in the car, watching the tablet as each and every one of the cameras was planted before Natalie came back into the vehicle. He knew Luka only slept in his house, but he only lived on the streets so Gabriel wasn't as worried about him as Marinette.

"Sir," Natalie asked lightly.

"I don't understand why I care about this girl as much as I do," Gabriel said with a furrowed brow. He knew what she did for his crew members and his son, but that was hardly a reason to care as much as he did. Gabriel even ignored the application for his internship spot. "She doesn't need the harshness the fashion industries could serve out, but I see her raw talent. Yet I ignored it because I don't want her to face the hurtful things the other fashion icons would do to her."

Natalie sighed, she also worried about Marinette. She understood where Gabriel was coming from and thought the position he placed her in was a great start for her. It would get her feet placed in the right direction and get a first-hand experience that goes on in the fashion world. The dark-haired woman just hoped that her suspicions were wrong about her parents, she also hoped that Marinette would be able to work with Gabriel with no problems. The two knew that she would always go back to help her parents with the bakery, so they wouldn't interfere unless it was harming Marinette's health in any way, shape, or form.

Marinette dragged Luka up to her room to pack some things of her own, she was unusually quiet Luka noticed. It made him uneasy because this wasn't her normal kind of quiet, this was a quiet that held tension in the air. What the hell is up with this chick, Luka thought. She was fine until they were able to see the bakery. Was something wrong? Did the store get robbed?

Not much thought went through his head when he walked ahead of her when those thoughts entered his brain. If it was a burglar then she needed to be as far away from the person as possible. As they came closer Luka's nerves were so high it felt like he would burst from the adrenaline running in his veins.

"They're home early," Marinette said quietly. She loved her parents, but she was terrified of them when they got home early like this.

Her parents?

"Who?"

"Mom and Dad."

What a disappointment. The adrenaline drained from his body slowly as they entered the home to find her father looking at her, her mother was sitting on the island in the kitchen; passed out. Tom's face held anger and disappointment when he saw Marinette, but when he saw Luka those emotions were switched to something else. Something Marinette had never seen on her father's face before.

"Who is this," Tom looked at Luka with hateful eyes.

Luka got bad vibes from the tall man, but he knew that if he or Marinette didn't speak up then things could get worse. His vibes were never wrong before.

"Oh," Marinette squeaked, "this is Luka. He's in my class..."

"So," Tom growled, "why is he here?" When neither teen answered his smile grew malice. "What did he do, huh, Marinette? Did he say one nice thing and now you're going to fuck him?"

Red appeared on her face, "No."

Tom moved so he was right in front of Marinette, his hand was so quick as it landed right on her face. Luka, who was right beside her, heard a sickening crack of a bone being broken. Anger filled his body, but he was also shocked to the point he couldn't move.

Marinette fought hard against the grip Tom had on her hair, "not only were you going to fuck someone under my roof, but you made a complete fool out of me today."

"I-I'm sorry," Marinette whimpered.

"You burnt those goods on purpose," Tom shoved her to the ground, placing a foot on her chest hard, "didn't you."

Luka heard her cries, as it caused him to break his shock as he rushed across the room. With all of his weight put in his shove, Tom went down hard. His blue eyes looked darker and colder than normal and Tom knew those eyes. The eyes of The Snake. Tom had heard the stories of what The Snake had done on the streets. The Snake took down gangs, bodyguards, security, and some people he would never have guessed to be taken down as easily as they had. That street monster was deadly violent.

Tom's body hit the floor so hard that his wrist gave out upon impact, but the sound that it gave made him wince before the pain hit him. Not only was The Snake in his home and with his daughter, but he had messed with the thing.

Luka saw nothing but red as he kicked the man that was supposed to be a father to the other side of the room. He wanted to do more, but he needed to see if Marinette was okay. Walking as slowly as he could towards the silently crying girl, he bent down and gently picked her up. The pained cries made him wince as he placed her on a table away from the windows.

"Marinette," he whispered, was this the first time he said her name? No response, "princess?"

Marinette whimpered as her eyes opened halfway, her nose was heavily bleeding and he could already see the beginnings of a bruise forming on her head. In his pocket was an alert button that Natalie had given him for when he needed medical attention as soon as possible. Never had he used it before now, but Marinette needed help and fast. Clicking it he went back towards Marinette's father.

"You will not fucking touch her, you piece of shit."

Nothing else was said as he stood guard over Marinette. If he got back up to attack him again then he would fight back with all he had. Tom rose to his feet surprisingly quick for someone with his build and rushed at Luka with rage burning in those eyes. His fist swung and hit Luka right in the cheek, but Luka saw it and used his hand to block some of the blow while his foot reached out and kicked the man behind his knee. The thud of Tom hitting the ground satisfied Luka, but he was annoyed at the fact that Tom was back on his feet once more.

Blow for blow the two fought back and forth, but Luka was hit so hard that he fainted for a moment. It gave Tom the chance to charge at his daughter, who was beginning to sit up when she saw that Luka had hit the wall with the last punch. His large hand grabbed her by the hair and swung her around in a circle before letting her go. With a wide grin, he watched as Marinette's body hit the counter, her bones crying from the pain from the force of her weight and the force her body had hit the edge.

She had lost the knowledge to breathe as she fought the pain that she felt.

Air. Marinette needed air.

Finally, with a faint gasp, Marinette got air, but she soon coughed blood splattering on the white counter. She wasn't able to take in another breath since her father grabbed her by the neck and began to squeeze.

"I am sick and tired of being sent home because you messed up with the baking," Tom roared in her face. The back of his hand met her cheek. "Not just that, but you brought in The Snake to roll around in the sheets with, you fucking whore. Did you tell him to fight me?"

"N-no," the word was barely said out of her lips, but she knew her father heard it. Despite the fear and pain, her father was making her feel, she couldn't help but love him and her mother. Her mother had been watching after being woken up a moment ago. Marinette saw her blood had been splattered on her face from when she coughed. She knew her mother was terrified and wanted to help her, but Tom made it clear that if she intervened he would kill Marinette.

"Lies," Tom boomed. His fist embedded itself in her stomach, but something hit him right in the temple.

Luka panted as he glared at the man who fell, his grip on the purple-faced Marinette went lax so he was able to remove her from his hand. She was in far worse condition than she was before. Sabine ran over to check on her daughter, but Luka glared at her.

"You are just as bad as he," Luka hissed at her. "You could have helped, but you just watched from the sidelines."

Sabine glared at Luka, this boy understood nothing. "If I had, he would have killed her. I tried to help her once, a few years back, but he told me that if I intervened he would do just that."

He understood why she didn't help, but she still should have called the police. "Ever thought of calling the fucking police?"

Sabine shut her mouth and looked away. She would never call the police because it would mean that the love of her life would be put behind bars and her only child would end up in some foster care system. Possibly far away from her.

Her silence was all he needed, but he was interrupted when the sirens of an ambulance came rolling in his ears. Just wait until he tells this to the police.

"Don't tell the police." Sabine pleads, grasping onto his arm right, tears pooling in her eyes.

Turning around so slowly, it looked dangerous and frightening to her, he glared at the woman as if she was insane, before ripping his arm out of her grip. "Why the fuck not, bitch."

"I need them both in my life. Plus I was here and I will deny everything that you will say, I know Marian will too."

Who the fuck was Marian? Did she mean Marinette?

"Who the fuck is Marian?" Her brown eyes looked at Marinette who was fighting to stay awake in his arms, "her fucking name is Marinette."

"Didn't I say Marinette?"

Growling, Luka stomped out of the bakery and handed Marinette off towards a medic. When the police asked him what had happened, Luka told the absolute truth. The looks that many had on their faces told the teen that the police believed him, they knew who he was and they knew he was against lying.

For anyone, and everyone.

So when Sabine lied about the story they looked at her with skepticism.

Marinette was rushed off to the hospital that day with a badly bruised rib, terrible bruises on her face and body, deep cuts that had needed stitches, and a broken nose. Luka was surprised that she had so few injuries, but he was also glad about that fact. He had the same injuries, minus the broken nose, but he also had a few extra bruised ribs. Nothing he hasn't already had before.

Thankfully since they were minors still, the case wasn't placed in the news. Unluckily, that meant that the other students would make up rumors about him and Marinette. Just what we fucking need, Luka thought bitterly.

The two were in the hospital for a couple of days when Gabriel, Adrien, and Natalie walked in their rooms and told them they could live in the bakery, they would pay for the bills and hire some staff to help with the business. On top of it all, they were still allowed to do the shoots, but after they heal.

"That's awesome," Marinette's hoarse voice cheered, "I won't have to leave my home."

"Unlike some of us," Luka jokes. "Not everyone is lucky enough to have a place of their own, Princess."

If she could roll her eyes she would, but they were swollen shut and will be for a few more days. "When can we go to school?"

"It would be wise to stay out of school for another week or t." Marinette pouted as best she could, she wanted to go back to school as soon as she could. She liked going to school since it helped her feel normal somehow.

Luka was glad that he didn't have to go, but he hated the next minute when a man resembling a gorilla walked in with multiple get-well gifts and cards. All for Marinette, hopefully.

"When will we get out of here," Luka asked.

"If the both of you would like," Gabriel spoke up for the second time since entering, "you could be discharged and sent to my home until you recover."

Marinette and Luka looked at one another, curious as to what the other thought.

Luka wouldn't mind it since it would be much more comfortable there instead of these too hard mattresses, the sounds of other patients, and the terrible foods. Not to mention he would be able to feel more independent than he would if he stayed in the hospital.

Marinette would much prefer to be where there would be medical professionals around, but she felt uneasy with the looks of the others in the hospital.

Those pitying looks.

She hates it, it was why she never gave pity when it wasn't necessary. Plus, she would probably not be allowed to get out of bed here.

"I will if you will," Marinette whispered to Luka.

Luka gave a warm smirk as he gave them a thumbs-up, "Let's go, idiots."