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MARSHALL'S P.O.V

It's been about three months since I showed up in Aaa. It's been a tough process, but I've decided to come back to Aaa and return to my life. Doing this involved a lot of deals with magic, witches for the more advanced spells and potions I had no clue even existed, and other unmentionable deeds.

I walked into my old home, it had been ransacked and most, if not all, of my belongings I had left were destroyed. The walls were covered in death threats towards me, gang signs, and stupid comments here and there. The floor was littered with broken glass, an empty picture frame over in the corner, even ripped in some places, as if they were searching for me under the carpet.

"I'm surprised they didn't burn this place down." I mumbled setting my duffle bag of clothes on the carpet.

FIONNA'S P.O.V

"Look, Zack, I just need some time." I said into the phone.

"Fi, you can't dwell on this guy forever. what about us? You're gonna put us on hold for a guy that left you three years ago? I just can't believe this." Zack growled angrily.

"You aren't making this any easier."

"So you don't want me then?"

"I want you, Zack! I want to be with you! You have to realize that-"

"That what!? The idiot who left you to cut yourself has finally come back!" He snapped.

My eyes widened in shock. I didn't reply.

"I was actually here, Fionna! I, actually, love you, Fionna! I don't need to be put off like this!"

"You promised you would never mention that." I whispered, shaking violently.

He didn't reply.

"If you don't need this, then why don't you hang up!?" I screamed into the phone.

"Because, I love you! I don't need to lose you, Fionna! I'm frustrated right now, but if I give up now, I've lost my chance with you!" He argued.

I hung up the phone and threw it against the wall. I grunted and fell onto the wooden floor of the living room. I laid down on the floorboards and sighed. I pushed my hair out of my face.

"Why do you have to be so goddamn difficult?" I whispered to myself.

I sat alone in the empty house, waiting for something to happen, waiting for something to come to me. I just really need to get this situation figured out.

How could this possibly get any worst?

My phone started ringing. I sighed and pushed my bangs out of my face as I sat up. I reach for phone and answered.

"Did you really hang up on me!?" Zack asked fuming.

"Yeah, and I'll do it again!" I threatened.

"Look, you need to watch how you talk to me, Fi. I'm only a few inches away from the door."

"Is that a threat?" I scoffed.

"Maybe it is."

"Dude, can I just think? Goddamn, you're so pushy!"

"Well it's not everyday I have to fucking keep my girlfriend away from a bloodsucking, dangerous freak, who already hurt her once!"

"Calm down!" I yelled. "You can't fucking hurt me. What kind of man are you!? You are so fucking controlling, pushy, and frustrating!"

"Well it's time you choose! It's me or fang-face!" He yelled, angrier.

I paused in thought.

"I'm waiting." Zack pushed on.

"Marshall!" I replied quickly.

I quickly hung up and got up to lock and barricade the door. My breath was heavy.

"What the fuck am I thinking!? Wherewolves are practically invincible! Goddammit! I'm so stupid!" I cursed myself, rushing to the other end of the couch. I pushed it up against the door.

I continued grabbing random, heavy furniture, and stacking it against the door. He arrived when I was halfway done. I heard him pounding on the door. I gasped and stumbled backwards.

"Open the fucking door, Fionna!" Zack growled.

I didn't open it, I froze in place. That was when he started breaking the door down.

"Goddammit, Fionna." I heard him yelled as he slammed into the door.

I felt a cold hand grab me and pull me into the closet, it close quietly and locked. It was dark. A hand slid over my mouth and a toned, muscular arm was restricting me. I struggled.

"Fionna, stop it!" Marshall hissed.

I stopped. I heard Zack rummaging around the house. I heard things crashing and him yelling.

"Where the hell is she!? Fuck!" He cursed. "I can't believe I lost her! No! NO NO NO! GODDAMMIT! If word gets out of this, I can lose the throne, I can be come an outlaw, god-fucking-dammit!"

After a few more minutes of rummaging and cursing at himself, I heard him scamper away. Marshall let go of me and we stepped out of the closet. The damage was unbearable. Things were scattered and shattered all along the floor, my walls were tattered, the door was in pieces on the floor and the porch, everything was ruined. I stood there quietly, taking everything in.

"Fi-"

I interrupted Marshall and pulled him into a hug.