DISCLAIMER: I do not own ACS, but if I did I would probably take over the world.
A/N: I'm so sorry for making you guys wait! I was on vacation, but now that I'm back I can continue updating. Thanks so much for your reviews, they mean a lot to me! Oh and sorry this is so short, it gets better, I promise.
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Sometimes Mary had to wonder: Were all the adults in her life out to get her, or did she just miss the invite for the "Hate on Mary" party? She was in detention. Again. Mr. Becker had caught her doodling in class instead of paying attention, (But honestly, who cared about the Gettysburg Address when you memorized it in second grade?) and he said that next time she would be suspended. Having your teacher call your parents to say that you were an inch away from being suspended was one thing, but having Mr. Becker call Dominique and tell her you were that close was completely different. Much worse.
Not that Dominique had ever seriously injured her, goodness no, but she might slap her a few times or lock her in her room for a couple of days without food. That had happened once before. Mary accidentally vacuumed up one of Dominique's "favorite" blouses (she had thousands- how did she have a favorite?). Both the shirt and the vacuum were caput. The only way Mary had survived that was Tami throwing dried fruit and Gatorade through the window at night.
Now Mary had to write an essay about how foolish decisions and a swollen pride led to Julius Caesar's assassination. Too bad Mary didn't know anything about the guy. So far she had only written one line:
"Foolish decisions and a swollen pride led to the assassination of Julius Caesar."
Mary hit her forehead with the heel of her hand. Time was passing slowly. Mary could hear the tick-tocking of the clock hanging on the wall, the scritch-scratching of Mr. Becker's pencil on paper, and her own thoughts. Mary seemed to be left to her thoughts quite a lot. Sometimes they were confusing, sometimes they were deafening, sometimes they were depressing. But right now they were focused on Joey. Mary was remembering the highlights of their relationship (Of course, to Mary every moment with him was a highlight, but some things did stand out more than others), like when they danced at the Valentine's Day ball, or when Joey taught her to have fun while doing Domi-freak's chores, or when he dumped Natalia for her in front of the whole school.
"Joey, please tell this tramp that you didn't mean it; you were only leading her on to see how far it would go." Natalia crossed her arms and smirked at Mary.
Mary could feel her eyes welling up. She stared at the ground furiously. How could she be so blind? Joey was a star- he could never fall for a servant like her. What did she think this was? A fairy tale? She would have scoffed if she wasn't holding back tears.
"Natalia, you're wrong." Mary looked up in shock. "I'm in love with Mary and there's nothing you or anybody else can do about it. And I'm sick of you treating me like some prize. We're through."
Pure ecstasy flowed through Mary's veins as Joey crushed his lips against hers.
The clock struck 4:30. Mary looked at her unfinished essay and shoved down the panic rising in her throat. She scribbled down a couple more thoughts and slapped her paper on Mr. Becker's desk before rushing out the door.
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The cool evening air on Mary's face felt amazing. She was coming home late, she knew she would be in worse trouble than before, because technically she was still grounded. As soon as she rolled into the driveway, she knew something was wrong. The lights were off in the house, and it felt like the birds weren't singing their usual evening songs. The second thing Mary noticed was Bree's car, parked out by the mailbox instead of its usual spot in the garage. She looked confusedly at the house. She began to walk towards it, but was stopped by a hand grabbing her wrist. She turned and looked, baffled, up into the face of Brit.
"I wouldn't go in there if I were you," she cautioned. Now Mary knew for sure something was wrong. Both of the twins actually looked... scared, which was something she had never seen in her life.
"Why not?"
The twins looked at each other. Bree mumbled something about broken bottles, but they wouldn't say more. Suddenly, there was a scream from the house. It was not a scream of surprise, or even a scream of pain. It was a scream of fear.
Without hesitation, Mary bolted for the front door. Dominique had never given her any reason to show kindness, but Mary was not the type of person to abandon.
She wrenched the door open. The first thing she noticed was the stench of alcohol. The whole house reeked of it. Sidling along the wall, Mary noticed many broken beer and vodka bottles lying scattered on the floor. That must have been where the smell was coming from. Mary edged through the house, looking for danger.
Then she came into the kitchen. Mary cursed. What met her eyes was horrifying and completely unexpected. Dominique was kneeling on the ground, sobbing. She was holding a blood-splattered and unconscious Dennis. There was a big knife that Mary had used just that morning discarded on the floor.
Dominique looked up at Mary. She didn't say anything, just looked. The sadness that filled her eyes did something to Mary. It gave her a sense she had never felt before. It was the knowledge that she, Mary Santiago, actually held Dominique's happiness in her own hands. Now she had a choice to make. She could leave Dennis there to die, or she could save him. Simple choice.
Mary jumped into action, adrenaline coursing through her veins. She whipped out her cell phone and dialed 9-1-1. She quickly told the dispatcher the details, then snatched up a rag as instructed to try and locate the wound through all the blood. She found it. A deep cut across the forearm. She pressed the rag gently over the wound.
The dispatcher told her to keep everyone calm. Mary looked at Dominique, who seemed like she needed more attention than Dennis. She was crazy looking, wild-eyed and mouth agape.
"Everything's going to be fine, Dominique, the EMTs are on their way."
And Dominique just sat. She looked at Dennis and sat.
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A/N: Hey guys, I have another question for you. Are you Team Jacob, Team Edward, or another team? Or do you just hate Twilight in general? If you want to know what team I am and why, just message me.
