Disclaimer: I do not own any of the music or movies mentioned in this fic and as much as I wish I did.........I don't own GhostWhisperer or any of it's characters, I do however, own those characters which appear in this fanfic, but not in the show. No copyright infringement intended!
Thank you soooo much for the wonderful comments on the last chapter..I was really nervous about posting it! xx
As mentioned before….This story will be coming to an end soon….. but I'm already working on another Ghost Whisperer Fic called 'Handle With Care' which I'll start posting as soon as I'm done with this x Lolly x
Melinda pushed against Marcus' chest with her hands, trying in vain to put some space between them "please, please just…just let me go" she whimpered as he leaned all his weight on her, pressing the door handle into her back painfully. She felt something hard press into her chest through Marcus' coat and cried out "PLEASE! Marcus please..If..If you ever loved me you'll let me go!"
Marcus let out an animalistic growl, drew back his hand and hit Melinda hard across the face. "IF I EVER LOVED YOU? How dare you ever question that Melinda! You know I never wanted you to get hurt….I guess we can't get everything we want in life huh?" he said. The metallic taste of blood rolled over Melinda's tongue as the impact of Marcus' hand had caused her teeth to cut the inside of her cheek. She gagged as her mouth filled with blood causing it to run out of one corner in a glistening line "please stop, please stop" she whimpered quietly.
Marcus stepped back and grabbed Melinda's shoulders forcefully, his expression changed from anger to pure hatred fuelled fury as he realised what Melinda was wearing…or not wearing. "You little whore" he snarled "where are your clothes?" Melinda's initial confusion was replaced by terrified understanding "my clothes? I..I…what do you want me to say? I just got out of bed and..I.." she stuttered nervously "You slept with him?" Marcus asked through gritted teeth "You BITCH!" he spat at her and shoved her backwards so that the back of her head smashed against the bedroom door, Melinda's eyes squeezed shut as she screamed at the excruciating pain. "So you like to take your clothes off huh? Only for Jim or is it a public service?!" Marcus growled yanking her shirt collar so hard that the few buttons she had done up on it were ripped off and it fell open exposing her top half completely. She quickly pulled it together, clasping the two sides of the shirt to her chest in an attempt to regain some dignity.
"He's my husband Marcus! Jim is my husband and I love him! You have to understand….I'm married and I'm in love so please just let this go!" she screamed. Marcus picked up a wine glass from the bedside table and threw it over Melinda's head causing it to shatter against the door and rain shards of glass on her back. "I don't care about Jim! I just want you Melinda! That's all I want….not Jim…..not that thing inside of you…JUST YOU!" Marcus held Melinda's head between his hands and forced his lips onto hers "I'm truly sorry that you have to be hurt Melinda, but if I can't have you nobody can!" he drew back his fist with tears of regret in his eyes and swung it forward as hard as he could, trying to block out the sound of Melinda's pleading scream and wincing as it came into contact with her stomach and he heard a sharp crack. Melinda opened her mouth to scream but found that she couldn't as all of the air flew from her lungs, she clutched her stomach as she felt something snap on the inside…a broken rib.
Marcus lifted his hand and stroked Melinda's face wiping away her tears as his hand trailed down her cheek softly before moving it lower so that it was resting on her neck. "I love you. Sorry. I'm sorry. Please understand. Please. I have to. I'm sorry, so sorry" he muttered as she coughed and spluttered painfully. Unable to watch her gasping for precious breath, he wrapped his fingers around her soft skin and tightened them into a vice-like grip. He watched in guilt-ridden wonder as Melinda's face flushed pink as though she were blushing at some embarrassing moment, then as the color drained from her face and she became a deathly shade of white. He released her from his grasp and sobbed as her limp form slumped to the floor – I didn't do anything wrong, right? I'm doing what I need to….it's meant to be like this..isn't it? I have to kill that baby, then we can be together!- he reached into his pocket and pulled out the gun, his finger wrapped around the trigger……but he couldn't bring himself to do it.
As he watched closely he felt his heart break and his resolve crumble when he realised that there was no rise and fall to her chest – It's too late…she's already…I… she wasn't like the others, even when her life was in danger she was willing to sacrifice everything to save her loved ones. She doesn't love me…she never will. Oh God what have I done to her? What's wrong with me? She was so happy, so free and I..I destroyed that, she didn't deserve to die…..I do.-"I'm sorry Melinda…I'm so sorry, so sorry" Marcus whimpered as he picked up Melinda's lifeless body from the ground and laid her gently on the bed. Her head dropped limply to the side and the trail of blood ran further down the side of her face from the corner of her mouth to the side of her neck.
Staring at the heartbreaking evidence of his anger; bruises up and down Melinda's arms, a large purple hand shaped mark wrapped around her neck, a trail of crimson running down her face, glistening tear tracks down her cheeks, her formerly silken glowing skin all pale and cold and her perfect body battered and broken, Marcus climbed onto the bed and hovered over Mel. He leaned in and whispered softly in her ear " I could never make this right Melinda, but I can come pretty close" he once again raised the gun, but pointed it at himself this time, his hand shook as he wrapped his finger around the trigger. All of a sudden the sound of voices carried from downstairs, then the sound of the front door shutting. "Mel we're here!" Jim's voice came from halfway up the stairs.
Marcus took a final breath before pulling the trigger against his chest, in a last second of doubt he jerked his hand down, causing the bullet to enter his stomach rather than his lungs. His body jerked awkwardly as the bullet lodged itself inside him causing him to fall forward on Melinda's body. Delia's ear piercing scream rang through the hall accompanied by Jim's terrified shout. They bolted up the stairs as fast as humanly possible until they reached the locked bedroom door "MELINDA! MELINDA HONEY! PLEASE ANSWER ME..PLEASE, PLEASE!!!!!!!" His efforts were met with unnatural silence. "Delia stand back" he commanded not having time to worry about niceties, she complied and watched in awe as Jim ran straight into the door knocking it clean off the hinges. He stopped dead in his tracks and in a fraction of a second his vision blurred as he was faced with flashes of all the most wonderful times he had shared with his wife, from the day they met to the day she told him she wanted to get pregnant. Jim's stomach flipped and his heart beat was so loud in his ears that it hurt, he was shaken from his reverie by a scream of "OH MY GOD!" from Delia as she moved into the doorway after him.
"NO!" Jim cried out "This can't be happening!" He ran towards the bed with tears burning their way down his cheeks as his heart shattered into a thousand tiny shards. "This is a..all..all my fault, I knew something was wrong ..I..I should have stayed". Kneeling down at his wife's side, he turned to Delia who had frozen in the doorway to Melinda and Jim's bedroom. "I told her I would protect her I..I..Failed"