Marco's POV

It's been awhile since I've been scared. Whenever I am met with a tough situation that would scare a normal person, I treat it with the same monotone aditude I treat everything else, but today I have no shame in saying that I am terrified about how this family meeting is going to end. It's been years since my parents and I have had a little heart to heart talk. I try to avoid those, but it looks like it's time to face the music. Add that to the fact that Star and her friend from Mewni were in my room doing God knows what and I feel like I'm completely fucked.

When I made it down the stairs, I saw my father sitting on the couch. He already had his jacket off and he was sitting on the couch sipping coffee from a mug I got him when I was five. He spent no money on that mug, that's probably why he still has it. He noticed me out of the corner of his eye and gave me a smile. He motioned for me to sit down next to him and I did. I avoided eye contact with him.

He gently grabbed my arm and pulled my sleeve down. He closely inspected my scars and sighed, "You had Diaz skin."

I looked at him confused for a second, "Diaz skin?"

My father chuckled, "I never told you about that did I? Back in Mexico all the men in our family are known for having the toughest skin in the country."

"That's ridiculous", I said.

"I know. Maybe one of these days I'll tell you what that actually means", my father said as he chuckled again. He rubbed my scars and said, "Just so you know, I believe you when you say that you haven't cut yourself in years. You're a good boy, I know you wouldn't lie to your mother."

I nodded and he continued, "But with that being said, you realize how serious this is right?"

I nodded again. My mother then entered the room with a plate full of cookies and set it in front of me. My stomach turned as I looked at the damn things. My mother makes her cookies with chocolate and marshmallows, and mixing those two terrible things together makes a hellacious combination. Good lord, what is with people and mixing up these terrible foods only to make something even more retched?

My mother positioned a chair across from me and my father and sat down. We were all quiet and it immediately became tense and awkward, especially with mom giving me the most concerned glare I've ever seen on a women. My father wasn't helping matters much as he just kept avoiding my mother's gaze whenever she would look at him.

Finally, I decided to end all this silliness and said, "I'm not crazy. I'm not self harming anymore. I'm not suicidal, and I'm becoming more social. You don't need to worry about me. I swear if I ever have any problems I will come to you."

My mother gave me a stern look, "I know you're getting better honey, but the fact that you would even think of cutting yourself makes us think that we've failed as pare-"

"No", I interrupted her, "You two have not failed as parents. I love you both with all of my heart and your great parents. Everything that's wrong with me is my fault."

"No Marco, it's not your fault", my mother said, "Everything wrong with you is no fault of your own. You are a good boy with a good heart. You've done so many good things lately. You just had a bad childhood and I think that's why you've been in such a bad place for a long time."

I became silent. I knew my childhood was shit and it was why I was so messed up (for the most part).

"Not to mention that I know you still feel guilty about...the incident.", my mother said awkwardly, "But you don't need to feel guilty about it Marco. I don't care what my mother thinks, I love you with all my heart and I wouldn't give you up for anything."

I decided not to meet my mother's eyes. I hated it when she brought up that awful day. That was the day I realized that I was a mistake. Nothing but a hindrance on my parents and everyone I've ever met. Whenever they say that they love me, I know that deep down they know that they'd be better off without me. I hate the fact that I cause them so much pain.

"Don't cry sweetie", my mother said as she approached me and got ready to wipe away any tears though none had occurred, "You don't need to feel guilty. You didn't mean to do what you did."

"J... Just, please stop talking about it.", I said not looking up.

Thankfully, my father finally spoke up, "Your making him uncomfortable, honey."

"We can't just keep pretending that it didn't happen, Danillo", my mother said as her voiced raised a bit, "We haven't talked about it in years and looked what happened!"

My father remained calm and said, "He obviously doesn't like being reminded of it Alba. It was a traumatic experience that caused a lot of damage. Bringing it up just makes him feel guilty again."

"I agree with dad", I said, "I was completely fine until now. I just wanna forget about it for Christ sake."

My mother sighed and said, "Fine, if you wanna forget about it, then we don't have to talk about it, but if the therapist ask you about it, you must talk to him."

"Fine", I said wanting to get this over with.

"Son", my father said, "Can you say that you are truly happy with your life?"

I looked my father in the eyes and said, "Dad, I swear to God I am happier now than I've ever been in my entire life. I actually have friends now, and not only that, but all of them are beautiful and amazing girls. I also...uh...shit." It was at that moment that I realized that my life was boring and there was nothing else in the world that made me happy.

"Your friends? That's it son?", my father asked. I'm fucked.

"Well, you guys make me happy", I said. Well, that's not a lie, I am happy whenever I come home from school and I see that both of my parents are home, but that hasn't happened in a while.

"Those are the only things that make you happy?", my mother asked with desperation in her voice.

"Uh...sleep. That makes me happy.", I said. Well, I'm completely fucked now. I'm probably looking at ten years of therapy.

"We're you depressed before you met your friends?", Mom asked.

"No", I said lying my scrawny ass off, "I told you, I stopped cutting myself a long time ago in fear that you would find out. After that, I wasn't depressed, I was just... deflated."

"Deflated", my mother asked.

"Yeah, deflated", I said, "I became more introverted than I was before and I started to stop caring about other people, besides you guys of course, and I stopped worrying about making friends. I had given up on being completely happy until I met Star. Since I've met her I have started to become happy and now I wake up excited to see her and the rest of my friends everyday."

Once again, that wasn't a complete lie. I was depressed after I stopped cutting myself, but meeting Star has indeed brought more life into me, even though you could barely see it, you could tell that I'm not as a sourpuss as I used to be.

"It's not normal to only have three things in life, Marco", Mom said, "There's something going on in that head of yours if you only find joy in three damn things."

"Do you find joy in more than three things?", I asked my mother.

"Your father, my job, my house, my grandfather, my son, and many many more", my mother said as she counting on her fingers, "That's definitely more than three isn't it?"

I became silent. I had nothing else to say because I knew that I was screwed.

"On Monday you will go to your first therapy session. You will attend them everyday for a week", Mom said, "Like I said earlier, if I see any reason for you to stay, or the therapist even hints that you need more sessions, then you will continue them until further notice."

I looked at my father thinking that he was gonna defend me and stand up to my mother, but the stern look he was giving me showed me that he wasn't going to. I guess there's no use arguing against your wife when it comes to the well being of her son.

"Marco", my mother said getting my attention back, "I want you to know that I'm only doing this because I love you and I only want the best for you. You are so important to me and your father, we don't want to lose you."

"Your mother is right son", my father said putting his arm around me, "Your mother and I would die of a broken heart if we were to lose you. You might hate what we're doing, but this is just a little taste of what we would do to make sure you are okay."

They are fools. They are too nice and too loving. They are spending money on something that isn't even worth the effort. I'm a waste of space that doesn't deserve to be around such well meaning and caring people like these.

"Fine", I said ignoring the pain I was feeling in my heart, "Can I go to my room now? I want to get there before Star sets it on fire."

My mother looked at my father as if she was asking for his blessing. When he nodded to her she turned back to me and said, "Of course."

I got up from the couch and made my way to the staircase, but before I started to ascend, I turned back to my father and asked, "What is Diaz skin a good thing again?"

My father chuckled, "I can't tell you that with your mother in the room."

"Excuse me?", my mother asked giving my father a pissed off look. I decided that I didn't wanna see how this was gonna play out and headed to my room. As I approached my room, I started to hear a raucous coming from my room. I groaned and thought, "Fuck my life, just fuck it."

I opened the door and saw that Star and William had filled my entire room with puppies that were shooting lasers from their eyes. "What. The. Fuck. Is. Going. On?", I asked as I glared at the puppies. Star gasped slightly and did an odd motion. Suddenly, all the puppies disappeared.

"Aw", William said looking at his hands which once had a puppie in them, "Why'd you do that?"

"Marco hates puppies", Star said sheepishly.

William gave me the cliche look that I keep getting whenever it's revealed I don't like something popular.

"Yes William, I don't like puppies. Get over it.", I said.

"The people here seem odd", William said scratching his head. He has no idea.

"William, how are Star's parents dealing with the disappearance of their daughter?", I asked him.

He seemed a bit uncomfortable due to the sudden question. He avoided eye contact with me for a few seconds before turning back to me and saying, "They are worried sick about their daughter. They really want her to return, but I know Star would be happier here with you. Especially after what I've heard about you today."

I could sense that there was some truth to what he said, but I could tell that there was something he wasn't telling me. So I decided to throw out a guess, "Star's parents don't really miss her do they?"

William didn't answer immediately leading Star to send him an odd look. He simply refused to answer. "William", Star said, "Answer him please."

William sighed and said, "The King and Queen have not spoken kindly of their daughter. They seemed to be more concerned by the chance of having no one to rule the thrown and the chance of having no one to marry Sir Tom than they are about Star."

I watched as Star's face turned into a look of rage. "I knew it. I fucking knew it. They don't care about me. All they care about is their fucking kingdom!" William backed away into a corner as Star started to scream. "I fucking hate them! Why do they fucking hate me!?"

I approached her and grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into a hug. She seemed like she wanted to break away, but she soon relaxed in my arms. "How did you do that Marco?", William asked.

"My mother does this to my father when he comes home from a hard day of work", I explained, "I wasn't sure if it was gonna work for Star, but I figured that I should at least give it a shot."

I felt Star sigh into my chest and say, "I fucking hate my parents."

I gently rubbed her back and asked, "Isn't that 'Sir Tom' guy the same ones your parents tried to force you to marry?" She nodded with her face still in my chest. I turned to William, "If you don't return home with her, is he gonna try and take her back himself?"

William shook his head, "I don't think so. Royals wouldn't dare step foot outside of their own dimensions. It is a servants job to do that. Hence the reason they sent me here instead of one of them coming here themselves."

"How did you even know where I was?", Star asked as she looked at William.

"It took us a while, but we finally figured out that you must've used interdimensional siccors to get here, so I was sent on a mission to come find her. They don't exactly know where she is.", William explained.

"Wait", I said letting go of Star and approaching him a bit, "Are you telling me that you've been dimension hopping with those siccors and you just randomly ended up in my room?"

William nodded, "Yeah. You catch on fast sir."

I decided to not even ask and lie down on the bed, "Makes a lot of fucking sense to me."

William turned to his golden haired friend, "Star, it's time for me to head back. It's almost dinner time back at Mewni and I promised my wife that I'd eat dinner with the family tonight."

"Of course", Star said giving him a smile, "It was so nice seeing you William. Send your family my regards." The two friends hugged and William used the interdimensional siccors to create a portal. He gave me a small nod of respect before stepping into the portal and leaving.

"You can bring the puppies back if you want.", I said, but Star didn't answer. Suddenly I felt Star lie down on top of me. "W-What are you d-doing?", I asked nervously.

"I'm taking a nap on the most comfortable pillow on earth.", Star said sleepily. I was gonna protest, but Star soon fell asleep peacefully while lying on me. I sighed and started to rubbed her back slowly as she slept peacefully. I hope my mom doesn't come in and find us like this.

Jackie's POV

Weekends, for most kids my age, is a time for having fun and temporarily forgetting about all the stress that comes with school and other things. Not so much for me. While weekends did relieve the stress of school, it was replaced with the stress of dying at the hands of my uncaring parents.

For me, Saturdays and Sundays consisted of me sitting in the corner of my bed that was placed in the corner of my room while covering myself in a blanket that was covered in blood and piss stains. I spent my weekends balled up in a fucking corner. How did I even end up with friends?

Although I spend the majority of my weekends thinking about how I was probably gonna die, I spend a good deal of time thinking about Marco. It was absolutely pathetic. Whenever I would see him simply working on an assignment in class, I would hold on to that memory and think about it all weekend. Creepy right? I fucking hate myself. Ever since I've became friends with him though, I have plenty of scenes of Marco to replay in my head, which is awesome.

I could only think about Marco for so long before the fear of one of my parents barging into my room reared its ugly head again. Every little squeak, every odd noise that, anything that seemed even slightly unusual was enough to put me on high alert, but whenever I realized that nothing was going to occur, I went back to thinking about Marco. Thinking about that wonderful, yet damaged boy is

He was almost exactly like me. On the surface, we both appeared to be normal and mentally stable, but on the inside, we were both in need of help. I need help escaping from my pathetic excuse of a home, and Marco needs help becoming the awesome and confident guy everyone around him knows he can be. I think Marco has better chance at becoming confident then I do at escaping my home.

I am fully aware that I can just call the police, but whenever I get the chance to do that, I freeze up. Fear just succumbs me and I quickly run back to my room before my parents catch me outside my disgusting prison. I just can't help but think that something bad is gonna happen to me if I try to escape or call the police. The first time I tried to escape, I made the dumb mistake of packing my suitcase in the middle of the day, when my mother was wide awake. She saw what I was doing and beat the shit out of me.

I don't want that to happen, so after that day, I just gave up on trying to escape, there's no point in trying. I guess fear is also one of the reasons I haven't even attempted suicide yet. Killing myself has always been an option, but there are several reasons why I haven't done it.

One, the aforementioned fear. Two, I don't want my final resting place to be a messy bed. Third, If I die on my parents property, they will probably do horrible things to my dead body. And finally, if I kill myself, I wouldn't be able to see Marco ever again, and that would be terrible.

As I was thinking about all of this, I heard another noise that put me on high alert. I heard footsteps. My heart skipped a beat and I stopped breathing. I had no idea what time it was, but I was praying that it wasn't pass the time my father got off work. I started praying and begging God to spare me today, but just like every other time, he has ignored me.

In the blink of an eye, my father bursted through my bedroom door, nearly knocking the thing of its hinges. He slammed the door closed behind him, as if he cared if someone heard him, and started approaching my bed. I noticed that (surprise surprise) he had a half empty beer bottle in one hand, and his other hand was balled into a fist.

"You know what happened at work today?", he asked me as if he was actually expecting me to answer, "I got fired."

"…", I opened my mouth to say something, but instead I decided to remain completely silent.

"Well?", my father asked, "Do you want to know why? Fucking say something!"

I remained silent. I'm gonna get beat either way. There's no point. There's no point in anything. My father, not able to handle his anger, aggressively pulled me by my arm and dragged me to the floor. He started to hit me with the bottle as hard as he could. The bottle, which felt like it had been made out of steal or something, hurt like hell. My head, which had only started to recover from pain of the shattered glass, was once again bleeding heavily.

With every single hit, my father kept screaming curse words at me, and he got more aggressive with each hit. I felt more and more blood on my face. Normally I would beg him to stop, but there's no point in doing that. Throughout the entire assalt, the glass bottle didn't even crack, but I knew it was only a matter of time before it did.

Before it could happen though, he threw the bottle to the ground and picked me up by the collar of my shirt and started punching me on my already bruised face. I felt more blood coming out of the cut on my forehead. On the bright side, the assalt didn't last nearly as long the assalt with the damn bottle. Or at least I think it did, I wouldn't know, I passed out half way through.

I woke up a couple of hours later, I think, I don't have a clock or anything like that in my room. Why the fuck would I? When I looked to my left and saw my pants and underwear on the ground, I knew exactly what happened. I could even feel the regular sticky substance in my private parts.

I started to tear up. I will never get over the fact that I lost my virginity to my father. I wanted Marco to be my first time, I even prayed for it to happen, but like I've said before, God doesn't listen to me. Either that or he just flat out forgets that I exist. I don't blame him, there's nothing memorable about me.

I wanted to get up from the dirty floor, but I was weak and out of breath. Whenever I tried to move, I would start feeling intense pain from my vagina and legs that caused me to stop moving. And to think, Marco Diaz actually called me beautiful. I'm not beautiful. I'm not even remotely pleasant to look at. Also, I'm a pathetic woman who let's herself get taken advantage of by her own father without even fighting back. Marco is a crazy fool. An adorable, genuinely nice, crazy fool.

Once I recovered from the pain in my lower body, I was able to grab my clothes and gently and slowly put them on. My heart skipped a beat once I heard the booming voice of my father coming from downstairs. He was yelling at my mother about how dinner wasn't ready yet. They were most likely in the kitchen.

... I need to see Marco again. Even if for a couple of seconds, I need to at least see his face. All I have to do is leave the house, but my parents only let me out the house when it's time for school. They're not gonna let me leave on a weekend, so I made a, in hindsight, rash decision, I quietly and slowly opened my bedroom door and started to slowly walk out.

What I was doing was extremely insane and impractical and it would most likely get me beat up and raped again, but I was being driven by one desire, and that was to see the boy of my dreams.

My ability to move around my house without making a sound is really helpful because my parents didn't even notice me. The fact that they were yelling at each other in the kitchen helped to. I was finally at the bottom of the staircase. The front door was right across from me. All I had to do was make a quick run for it, but to be extra cautious, I continued to walk slowly to the door.

When the sound if my parents arguing stopped I started to panic a bit, but I just kept thinking about Marco and how amazing it would be to see him again. When I made it to the door I quickly opened it up and high tailed out of there. I started to run and I wasn't gonna stop until I got to Marco's house. I don't care about the immense pain I was feeling, I needed to see the boy of my dreams again.

Author's Note: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter.