Hey guys! i hope you enjoyed my previous stories. This is something completely different, the "story i had to get off my chest" I plan to make this one relatively short, less than 10 chapters.

Author's Note: This story takes the point of view of both Finn and Marceline. It will alternate between chapters.

Another Note: This story is not for the faint of heart.

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I was dashing through the local farmer's market, not bothering to look behind me. I had no time to lose, nor could I hesitate. If I slipped or even stop for a second, they would catch me, and I couldn't let that happen. I shoved people out of the way, knocking them into all sorts of fruit kiosks. "Get out of my way!" I yelled. I knocked over carts of fruit and crates in an attempt to slow down my pursuers. It worked only for a little while. I ran and ran and ran, not seeing an end to this chase until finally, up ahead, across the street, there was an alley, where it was divided into two sections by a gate. I darted for the alley, hopping over the hoods of the parked cars with great agility. Thank god I made it through the street okay, for I must have nearly been hit at least three times by oncoming traffic. The gate was fast approaching. I had to time this perfectly, otherwise, I'm a dead man. I approached the right side of the gate that cut off the alley, and with my right foot, I hopped, placing my left foot onto the fence. I then hopped off the gate with my left, launching me higher. Afterwards, in a step-by-step formation, I placed my right foot on the wall of the building perpendicular to the gate, hopping off with it once more. This gave me enough height to grab the top of the fence and push myself over and above the top, launching me even further. I landed on the other side, rolling on impact to lessen the strain it would do to my body. I turned around, still running backwards a little bit, and taunted the fat retards pursuing me. "Yeah that's right, mother fuckers! Fuck all you bitches!" I turned around to continue running, and suddenly, a beat up car drove up in front of me, effectively blocking the exit to the alley. A bunch of burly people walked out of the car, slamming their doors shut, and approached me, crackling their knuckles all at once.

Whoa whoa wait. In order for you to understand this story, I need to start from the very beginning. My bad. Allow me to start off with my name. My name is Finn Mertens. I am eighteen years old. I have two siblings: my older brother, Jake; who is 25 right now, and is a coach at my high school, and Bonnibelle, my younger sister who is 16. Many people had nicknames for them. Jake was known as "the Bulldog" because of his old behavior to hit on ladies with a sleezy attitude, at least until he ran into his fiancée, Kim Sung Yoon, but we called her by her favorite nickname, Lady Rainicorn, or Lady for short. Anyway, Jake was also big and menacing, like a bulldog. Bonnibelle, or Bonnie for short, was nicknamed Bubblegum, because of her tendency to like pink things, so much so, that she dyed her hair pink.

Anyway, we were born in a small farming community in Texas until my father, Joshua Mertens, died when I was no older than six, leaving my mother, Margaret Mertens, to take care of us three children. She had no one to rely on because she was a housewife, no job whatsoever, so we left for Brooklyn, New York, where we lived with Grandma Susan. Over there, in our small house on Ooo Street, we lived next door to the Abadeer Family.

The Abadeer's were poor white folk, just like us; well that was at least until Mr. Abadeer became the CEO of the best arcade in all of Brooklyn, the Nightosphere. The Nightosphere was such a huge success that it spawned branches throughout the United States. Anyway, I am getting way to ahead of myself. Before Mr. Abadeer hit the jackpot, they were poor ass white people just like us. When Bonnie was around seven years old, she introduced me to our neighbor, Marceline, who was the same age as Bonnie. I remember not thinking much of her at first, because well… she was a girl. And when you were young, that was a big deal. I remember picking on the two of them while they were playing together. I would play practical jokes on the two of them, and my sister fucking hated every single prank. Marceline, though, didn't seem to mind it as much. In fact, I think she liked it when I played.

Anyway, those two remained really close friends, and I, not really having much friends of my own, got sucked into their friendship. Marcy was always there, even during the tough times. When Grandma Susan passed away, Ma had to work more than two jobs to pay for our living expenses. She never really had time for us. Hell, she was gone for sixteen hours of the day, every day. She would come home, spend about two hours with Bonnie and I, and then would go to bed. This exact time had been difficult for Marceline as well, because her father, Hunson Abadeer, had just become CEO of the Nightosphere, making it so he had to travel the country. She was mostly watched over by her cousin, Marshall; and by god, what a piss poor job that dumbass did of watching that little girl. But throughout our hardships, Marceline, Bonnie, and I were always together. In fact, Bonnie and Marceline were so incredibly close, they had even started a band together, called the Scream Queens.

Now let's fast forward to about two years before today, when the girls where both fourteen and I was sixteen. It was my sophomore year and I was working at the Tree House, a little coffee shop located in the Candy Kingdom Mall. On top of working to pay some of the bills and alleviating some of the monetary stress from Ma, and giving my little sister some allowance money, I also worked to save up for a car. By then, I had grown distant from Marceline, not really keeping track of what she and Bonnie were up to.

From what I could remember, Marceline was always a rowdy one. She would always suggest these crazy ideas, and one time, when they were fourteen, she and Bonnie came home completely shitfaced at two in the morning. Oh yeah, I remember that night. Man what a fucking disaster. She sat down on the couch next to Bonnie and as they were talking about cute boys at their show, they suddenly puked on each other. That shit was so god damn nasty and shit, and they got it all over themselves. I had to carry those two up the stairs and place them in the bath tub, individually. Holy shit, that took a lot of energy. I had to undress them myself, touching their puke stained clothing. As I was carrying Marcy up the stairs, that's when she told me that she thought I was cute and would do unspeakable things to me. She was drunk off her ass, so I didn't think anything of it. I had to scrub them down myself and I had to keep constant watch on them, making sure that if they do pass out, that they not drown in the tub. Afterwards I dragged them both onto my bed and tucked them in. Yeah they were cute when they slept like babies, but holy shit I was pissed. I had to clean up all that gunk that they left on the couch. And what was fucking worse, I had to sleep on that same couch.

The next morning, they had no idea what the fuck happened. They woke up, thinking 'Why are we in Finn's room?' I told them what happened last night and how pissed I was. They had absolutely no recollection of what happened last night. When I finally got a chance to talk to Marcy alone, I told her what she said to me. She began to blush heavily, and unfortunately, from that point, that was when we kinda drifted. I didn't really see much of her for the next two years.

Which brings us to today, well… at least about a couple of months before today. Now remember, the girls are both sixteen, and I am now eighteen. By now, Marcy had been going out with her first boyfriend Ash…

Ugh… Ash… now if there were a King for assholes, this guy would be it. I had always wondered why Marcy would fucking go out with this guy. Sure it was her first, but I thought that she would have more sense than that. I eventually did begin to understand why but we'll get to that later. Back to Ash. I'm not going to sugarcoat it, this guy was a fucking dick. There wasn't a night when I wouldn't see Marcy walking home without at least one bruise on her face. It made me so angry, but in a sick way, I should begrudgingly thank him. It was because of him that me and Marcy became close friends again. Every time I came home from work, I would usually see her crying her eyes out on her front porch. This, of course, happened about three months into their relationship. She was covering her head with a black hoodie. I walked up to her. "Marcy, you okay?"

"Yeah… I'm fine." She said while wiping tears from her face.

I sat down beside her and placed my forefinger on her face, gently facing her towards me, and towards the light. She fought it at first, but I reassured her it was all going to be alright. This was the first time I had seen these bruises. "Good god, Marceline. I should kick his ass for what he did."

"It's none of your business Finn. And it's not his fault." She wiped another tear from her face, gently so that she wouldn't put pressure on any of the bruises.

"Tell me what happened." I placed my hand on her thigh. "I will try not to judge unless absolutely necessary, I promise."

"Well… when I went over to his place, he had been drinking again. He made advances on me, like he usually does. I tried to push him away, but he kept pushing forward, and that's when he hit me. It hurt so bad… I just didn't want him to be so angry, so I let him have me…"

"Wait, What!?" My sudden increase in volume startled her a little bit. I lowered my voice again. "Are you telling me that he raped you?"

"What! No! It's nothing like that…"

"Are you sure? You didn't want it so he pressed on you and eventually hit you, making you submit… It sounds like rape to me." I was fucking furious with Ash. The fucking nerve this guy had. I swear I could have fucking punched a hole in a tree or something. I would have normally told her to call the cops, but you know… what use were they? Nothing is more effective than the first responders, right? And in this case, the first responder would have been Marceline. By calling the cops, Ash may beat her into lying to them, or even worse… Ash may potentially kill Marceline before they arrive at the scene. It's a situation with almost no solution that won't end in someone getting hurt. I would have suggested Marceline to get a weapon, but it wouldn't be of any help. By this time, Ash would have beaten her into thinking that she needs him. "What happened next?"

"Well.. after… you know… he got hungry. So I cooked something for him. I told him what I wanted to do for my future, and he laughed, saying that it was a stupid idea and wont amount to shit. It led to another argument, and he… well… First I gotta say that sometimes I bring my bass guitar to his place to practice. I want to be in a successful band with Bonnie." She looked up and fantasized about the thought. "When we argued, he got so angry that he took my bass and smashed it, saying over and over that I won't amount to anything. And we have another gig in two weeks, and now…" she sighed. "I have no bass guitar to play."

I balled my fists in anger. How could such a man exist!? A man so evil… god it made my fucking blood boil. "Marcy, don't go back there… please. Don't go back."

"I have to Finn. I love him." She looked back at me, locking eyes with me. Man, I never knew how beautiful her eyes were before that night. I could tell she was lost in my gaze as well. "… You should go."

I nodded, walking away kicking the grass as I left. That night, I couldn't get her out of my head. It was a dangerous place for me to be, because if I made a wrong move, Ash would kill me. But I had to do something… for her. For Marceline. And it should be ready by the time her birthday arrives, which is in less than a week. Over the next couple of days, I spent a lot of time and money, bringing things like wood, spray paint, power tool, saws, drills, and such, and over the next, Bonnie and Jake wouldn't see much of me. I spent most of my time in my room and I swear, all my siblings could hear are the sounds of the drills and saws going off. The next day, I came home with some supplies from the local music shop. "Watcha got there, Finn?" asked Bonnie.

"It's a surprise." I replied. "I cant tell you."

She pouted at my last statement as I left back upstairs into my room. When I was finally done with the foundation of my project, it looked amazing. Of course after the spray painting was done, my room smelled like chemicals and shit, but it was totally worth it. I left my room and called Bonnie up the stairs. "Bonnie! Come up here!"

She ran up the stairs as quickly as she could. "What's up bro?"

"Did Marcy tell you about Ash?"

"About how Ass broke her bass? Yeah she told me."

"And did you know Marcy's birthday is next week?" I asked her.

She gave a look of surprise. "Oh shit, I am surprised you remembered that Finn. I didn't even remember." She giggled. "Wait… You like Marceline!" she teased.

"No… I… ugh… Shut up! Do you want to see my gift or not?"

"Hell yes!"

I opened the door for her and before she noticed the gift, she noticed the terrible odor. "Ugh god, Finn. What the hell?"

"Just keep looking!" I told her.

She scoured the room and when she saw what was lying down on my work desk, her jaw dropped all the way to the floor. She slowly turned around. "Finn, she would love it!" She was nearly about to touch when I motioned her not to.

"The paint is still drying," I said.

"Man bro, I'm jealous now. Why don't you make me one?"

"Well… it's not your birthday yet." She punched me. "Ow."

"Finn likes Marceline!" she teased.

"Shut up Bonnie!" I blushed. "Anyway, since her birthday is next week, you can't tell her, okay?"

"Well okay. I won't. But finish it soon. You haven't even installed the pickups yet." She walked out of the room gaily. I looked back at the gift I had almost finished preparing for Marceline, proud of my achievement.

I hope you liked it. Dont forget to review. I will have the next installment within one or two days.