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Ending 2: Good ending

WARNING: Contains a heroic Mr. Sir and a 'happily ever after' feeling.

"Lift up your shirt." The officer said. Mom's eyes widened, "Why?"

"Just do what I tell you." The officer said. Mom complied. He untucked his shirt and lifted it up. He wore a plain white t-shirt underneath. The officer lifted the back up first. His eyes widened.

There are whip marks on his back and burn markings on it as well. The officer pulls out his walkie-talkie, "Sir, we may have acts of torture aganist some of the workers here. Permission to investigate?"

"Wait for me to get there, officer."

"Roger that."

Pendanski's POV

I stared at the ground as the policemen looked at me with questioning gazes. They knew something was wrong but they didn't know what. I was shaking and I need a knife. The officer had taken mine. I had told them everything already.

They knew I was the cause of the scars on my stomach and left leg. My dad did the ones on my back and right leg. They knew what he did besides that. They knew I had illegally changed my last name to Pendanski. Knowing all this, they were unsure what to do with me.

Marion was sitting next to me still, holding my hand uncomfortably while handcuffed to the bench. They had handcuffed him there since they think he run. "You okay?" He asked, whispering.

I shook my head, "N-no. I-I wanna go home now. I don't wanna be here. I'm scared."

He nodded, "I know. Come here." He said and I leaned aganist him. "Shhhusssh, don't cry."

"I-I don't wanna go to jail." I said. I really didn't, who does? I was scared of what might happen. Marion and I wouldn't be together and I knew I wouldn't survive without him. "Marion, please don't let them take me to jail." I whimpered.

"J-Jacob, I can't stop em' if they do." He said. I sobbed harder.

"No! Please, don't let them. I-I have a g-gun." I whispered. His eyes widened, "No! We are not doin' that." He said.

"Please! Marion, please I'm so scared!" I begged him. He shook his head, "No! Jacob, we'll find a way."

"This is the way! Please, Marion! I-I don't wanna go to jail! I-I-I-" I couldn't speak, sobs escaping my lips and racking my whole body. The cops looked at us every once and awhile but didn't really pay us to much attention. Eventually, my thoughts of self pity and hate were interupted, "You still have the gun?"

I nod at Marion. "Give it to me."

"O-okay." I hand him the gun and he takes a bobbypin out his jacket. He puts it in the key hole of his jacket and the handcuff comes off. The handcuffs come undone and he puts the gun to my head.

"Stop!" A guard says but Marion only wraps an arm around my throat and points the gun at my skull. "Don't shoot or I shoot!" He said.

"Drop your weapons!" Marion said. The guards did as told and Marion walked backwards. We were walking towards my pesonal truck. When we were close to it he quickly pulled out my shotgun and passed it to me. I took it and aimed it towards the officers. I swallowed, if it came down to it, I wasn't sure I'd be able to pull the trigger. "Come on." Marion said and I followed.

For a long time we walked backwards until we were far enough from the camp and than we broke into a run. It took a while for me to realize that we were going to die out here. But...it's better than jail.

A few days had passed, surprisingly, and we hadn't been caught. We climbed to the top of a funny looking mountain and managed to live off oninions for a while. I slept soundly, wrapped in Marion's jacket.

"Mom, wake up." I opened my eyes to see someone over me. Rex?

"Rex, what are you doing here?!" I ask.

"We had to make sure you and Marion were alright." He said.

"Wh-" I turned to see the other boys and Marion. "Why?"

"We love you and care about you. We had to make sure you were alright." He said and sat down.

I only nodded and than sat up. I noticed that they had brought some stuff for us. "We've been going to some other people for 'help'. It ain't the same. We miss you."

"I miss ya'll too." I smiled and Marion walked over. He handed me a rootbeer and bag of chips. "Thank ya'll." I say and they nodded.

"We gotta go. We told them that we heard you guys were talking about heading to some place north. They bought it, you'll be safe. We'll come back everyonce and awhile." Rex got up to leave and the others followed. Waving goodbye and smiling.

"Okay, see ya'll."

"Marion," I looked at him. "Thank you. For everything." I say and he smiles. He and I had lost some weight from having to climb around a lot. The boys came around with food every once and awhile. Don't ask how we take showers. Okay, just don't.

"No problem." He said and wrapped an arm around my neck. "You're my little brother and I'll do anything for you." He said.

"You boys been doin' good?" I ask, taking a bite out my cheeseburger.

Theodore nodded, "Yeah, we've been good. I'm happy we don't have to keep climbing that mountain to see ya."

We had moved to a small town. Marion and I both had jobs. He was a mechanic and I worked at a local dinner. "You look younger without your beard." Alan said.

"I know. I tried to shave before but the showers were never long enough." I say and eat like the cookie monster. I had just gotten off of work and Marion was passed out upstairs.

"We're happy you guys are okay." Ricky said. I smiled, they really were good kids. "Thank you." I say quietly.

When the boys leave I go to sleep next to Marion. A dream flashes before my eyes.

"Marion," Jacob said, staring up at Marion. Tears in his eyes. His father had beat him again. He had a broken nose and a black eye.

"Yeah?" Marion asked, holding the younger and smaller boy close.

"Promise...promise me you'd do anything for me."

"Wh-what?"

"Please, I wanna know that you'll do anything for me."

"Of course I promise. I'd live, die, and kill for you." Marion said.

"Thank you. I love you."

"I love you, too."

That night, Mr. Conrade, father of Jacob Conrade, died. He was mudered in his sleep by a twenty five year old Marion Sevillo. Marion went to jail for a long time, but since Mr. Conrade had escaped a death sentence numerous times, Marion was released early and put on parol.

I smile when I remember Marion getting out of prison. I had sobbed for almost a whole week. I was scared someone take him from me. I curled into his side and wrapped up in the blankets. "Goodnight, Marion." I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Before I passed out, however, I felt him shift position on the bed. He kissed my forehead and wrapped an arm around my waist.

For a long time, he didn't say anything...

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"Goodnight, my little brother."

Next ending will be the 50/50 ending. The orginal idea for this was for Pendanski to get some counsling and goes to a mental instituion rather than jail. I didn't really like it all that much. So this is the good ending.

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