Solar-Sickness: Thanks for the compliment!

vodnikGAZ: This is the way I had always pictured Ash to be, and thanks for the compliment!

BossKing109: Well, i am not going to say much about that except that there are some people with a terrible upbringing, where they learnd the abusive behaviors by their parents, and there are some that are abusive just because they are. Ash is the latter.

ATV145: did you mean if the fucked at the end of the previous chapter? if so, then yes!

Disclaimer: Ash is a fucking dick.

Marceline

Man, that night was a total fucking blur. It all just seemed to move so quickly, almost as if it were a slideshow of snapshots until we were left just laying in her bed, just staring at the ceiling above of us. I couldn't believe what just happened. After a moment, I suddenly sat up. "Oh my god! I just cheated on Ash!" I buried my face in my hands softly, so that I didn't put any pressure on my nose. "How could I do this to him!?"

"How could you do this?" Finn said as he slowly raised his voice. "How could he do that to you?" He pointed to my bruises. "And that?" He pointed to my cuts on my wrists. Then we just sat there quietly, looking down. "Look Marcy… I love you… I still mean it… It's okay if you don't love me back, but I need to know… how do you truly feel about me?" I looked at him, not knowing what to say. "… because tonight…" he continued. "… it meant something. To both of us. So how do you feel… about us?"

"Finn… the truth is… I don't know how I feel about us." I looked into his eyes, and then looked back down at my lap. "What we did… it can't mean anything. It just can't. Ash wouldn't want this."

"What do you want, Marcy?" I was dumbfounded by his question. I never really thought about it. Ash had never asked me anything like that because he had always made the majority of my decisions. "Well?"

"I don't know…"

"No… I know you know how you feel. I know you know what you want. You are just afraid to admit it, Marcy." His honesty surprised me, for he had never been so brutally honest in the time that I have known him. "God… he has his claws in you so incredibly deep. He's beaten you into submission to the point where you become completely dependent on him."

"Finn…"

He pivots himself, getting off the bed and putting his clothes back on. "Marcy, I can't stand seeing you like this, every night. I don't care if you don't love me, but you cannot stay with Ash…" after putting on his pants, he looked back at me, holding my hand. "You have to leave him. He is going to kill you. Not directly, but he will, and I don't know if I could live with that." He released my hand and walked towards the door. "You need to do the right thing, Marcy," and after that, he opens my bedroom door and leaves.

My thoughts were as jumbled as my room. What just happened? I thought to myself. So many answers came in to my head. Do I really like Finn? Yes. I do like him, but it couldn't happen. I'm with Ash… Will Ash's actions eventually kill me? Even with the evidence marked all around my body, I still believed that Ash had the potential to be good. To change. I turned off the light, and tried to get some sleep.

Finn

School was finally over and it had been almost a full day since Marcy and I had did the 'thing' together. As I opened my locker, I thought seriously about what happened last night; hell, I have been thinking about it the whole damn day. We haven't spoken much since. Frankly, I was worried. Even though I told her to do the right thing, I somehow knew she wouldn't do it. She couldn't. How could I expect her to? There was only one thing I could do. Help Marcy in her time of need. To make sure she doesn't harm herself. In the end, it would be her decision to break up with Ash, not mine. God did I feel helpless. The girl of my dreams being treated like dirt by a douche bag. I stuffed my books into my backpack and slammed the locker shut.

That's when I heard loud rustling noises echoing through the halls. Pounding noises on the metal lockers. I went to go check it out, see what's going on. As I slowly peeped my head around the corner, I saw Ash was terrorizing the students in the high school. He was pushing this rather nerdy looking kid into the lockers, grabbing him by his collar. "Give me your fucking wallet, turd."

Marceline was there, trying to stop Ash from harming the poor kid. "Ash stop! Now!"

"It's in my pocket! Just take it!" screamed the little guy.

I saw him give a sickening smile to the poor bastard. He grabbed the wallet from the guy's pocket and slapped the glasses off of him. That poor kid didn't deserve any of it. Ash then tossed him onto the floor and counted the change inside his newly acquired wallet. "Thanks for the wallet, turdface!"

Marceline was appalled by her boyfriend's actions, so he snatched the wallet out of his hands. "You aren't going to take his wallet, Ash."

"Mar-Mar, give it back!" He forcefully grabbed her hand, trying to pull the wallet away from her, and when he finally lost his patience with Marcy, I lost my temper. He cocked his hand back to slap her, and when he was about to release, I darted over there as fast as I could. I grabbed his arm that was about to strike her, and with my other arm, I shoved my elbow into his neck, nearly crushing his wind pipe between my elbow and the locker behind him. I didn't see Marcy's reaction at the time, but I could only assume that she was in utter shock. I then wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him down, kneeing him in the gut. I then threw him to the floor face down, kicking him as he tried to get up. I was so consumed by rage, I had no idea what I was doing, but the instant gratification of kicking his ass felt great. After what seemed like the fifth time I kicked him, he flipped over. I mounted him, pinning his arms to the ground. I grabbed him by his collar and cocked my right hand back. I punched him in his face as hard as I can. Once… twice… three times… that time I heard a crunch as I had dislodged his nose.

Karma's a bitch, isn't it.

Ash was bleeding profusely from the nose and after about the fifth time, once again, Marcy grabbed my arm as I was about to strike again. "FINN STOP!" I looked at her, who was frightened by my wrath. I cooled down, my anger slowly dissipating. I quickly pulled away from her grasp, staring back at the bloody victim that lay underneath me. As I stood back up, I looked back at Marcy, who never took her eyes off of me. I don't remember the look I gave her, but it wasn't a sorrowful one. I grabbed the poor guy's wallet and handed it back to him. He was sitting on the ground, staring at his broken glasses. The poor guy didn't deserve any of this.

Later that night, as I was doing my homework, I received a series of texts from Marceline. I wasn't sure if I wanted to respond, but I decided against it. I picked up my cell and began to text her back.

Marcy: Why did you do that?

Finn: Because he deserved it.

Marcy: No he didn't. He didn't do anything to deserve that savage beating from you.

Finn: Are you really gonna sit there and take his side? He was about to hit you. You should be thankful because I stopped that.

Marcy: Don't try to make this about me! You asked me what I wanted last night? Well here is what I want. There is a part of me that still has faith in Ash, and I felt like I was about to accomplish that. What I didn't want is for you to beat him to a bloody pulp. That's exactly the opposite of what I wanted.

When she sent me that text, I had realized that I had made a horrible mistake. She was right. The answer to the issue wasn't violence. In fact, violence just escalates things. After thinking over it for a while, I finally texted her back.

Finn: Marcy, I'm sorry for the pain that I caused you today. What I am not sorry for, though, is for kicking the ever living shit out of Ash. He had it coming.

Marcy: God damn it Finn, that isn't what I meant. I wanted you to have faith in me!

Finn: I don't have faith in what you are doing because Ash is a lost cause! He is an abusive asshole and you deserve much better!

Marcy: Like the guy who beat my current boyfriend to a bloody pulp? Yeah, that is a much better choice.

Finn: Whatever Marcy. I'm tired of trying to help you. You obviously don't want it.

Marcy: Who asked for your help?

Finn: Whatever then. I know you know that he is bad for you. You are just too scared to admit it because you hate yourself, because he made you that way. The only way that you would learn is if something terrible happens to someone you love because of him. I'm done!

After I wrote that text, I turned off my phone and threw it against the wall. I flung my head towards my pillow, crying my eyes out, which is something that I haven't done since Dad died.

The following morning, I left to school alone. It was nearing my graduation, and as a senior, I was supposed to have as little on my mind as possible, but I just couldn't stop thinking about Marcy. I wanted to apologize to her so bad for last night. I said some things that I shouldn't have. That is why you don't ever want to fight over text messages. It's always the best to do it in person. The whole time, I wanted to call her up and cry my heart out, but she wouldn't want to see or hear me. I just tried to put it in the back of my mind, but something else was bothering me that morning. Up from the moment I left home, I could not help but get the feeling that I was being followed.

I tried to shake the feeling, but it never left my mind. I started walking faster to school and as I turned the corner, I could feel more people tailing me. I sped up, nearly almost running at this point. I was about to turn the corner when out of nowhere, two guys came out of it, staring right at me. I darted right by them as they tried to catch me. Ash must have sent his minions to do his dirty work for him. I had thought that if I raced through many obstacles and people, they would eventually lose sight me, so I ran into the nearest place that had a huge population, the farmer's market in midtown.

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.

The guys who were chasing me from behind had finally caught up with me. I guess their fat asses finally got over the fence. I was completely surrounded. I couldn't run anymore. Then I thought of Marcy, how I loved her, and how sorry I was. This was my punishment for doing this to her, and it was time for me to pay for my crime, but I wasn't going to go out without a fight. I looked around, figuring out my situation. There must have been about ten guys directly around me, with another ten behind them. I raised my fist up and took a swing at the guy right in front of me. A successful hit, knocking him down to the floor. I tried the same to the guy on the left, which missed because he ducked. He got me with a blow to the gut, which knocked the wind out of me. The goons from behind me had me restrained while the ass holes in front where punching my face in. I continued to think about Marcy because the thought of her was the only way for me to take my mind off of my pain. I love you Marcy, and I'm sorry for hurting you. These words echoed through my head as the goons continued to pummel my face in. Finally, the threw me on the ground, which I had thought was the last of it. A few continued to kick my gut and I blacked in and out. The next couple of moments were snapshots, from them kicking my gut, to them beating my face in, trying to break every single bone in my body. Then, finally, they made way for a familiar figure.

A familiar male voice spoke to me then. "You shouldn't have fuckin messed with me, turd." He pulled out a switch blade and brandished it with his fingers, slowly drenching it with his blood. "And now you're going to die." He shoved that blade into my abdomen. Oh god, how it hurt so bad and when he pulled it out, blood was gushing everywhere. Then… I blacked in and out again, just seeing snapshots of him and his gang leaving. That fucking bastard who stabbed me was Ash. I was in no condition to do anything about what he had just done. I couldn't even fucking move. The only thing in my head for the entire time I was conscious was Marceline, so I just sat there, thinking of her as I lay there, moaning, bleeding, dying…

I hope you enjoyed this really long chapter. Dont forget to leave a review and ask questions if you like. I will answer them if they dont spoil the plot. See you guys in 2-3 days!