Chapter 2: Broken
Marie stood in front of her bathroom mirror, carefully getting her appearance in tact. She redid her hair and make up and stood back to double check herself. She had to look like she did when she left the carwash. There was no need for Skyler and Flynn to be asking her questions. The last thing she wanted was to talk to anyone about what had just happened.
This wasn't just to avoid talking about it though. There was a much deeper reason; she blamed Skyler for what had happened. Marie wasn't stupid, she knew that the amount of people after Hank have doubled, if not tripled, since Heisenberg arrived.
Skyler may not have come in there and raped her herself, but she did allow Walt to do whatever he pleased. Skyler was the one, standing there and watching as Walt endangered the entire family. If Skyler had put her foot down and called the police, or even just left him, all of this could have been avoided.
That was why Marie needed to prove a point. She could get hurt and it would not have to punish anyone else. She did love her sister, and she needed her, but she felt it necessary to have something to shove in her face later. She could see it now, telling Skyler that she was able to go over there and be there for her after she had lived through this nightmare, to be able to tell her that she had to be tortured protecting the family from what her monster of a husband had done.
As soon as she was satisfied, she nodded to herself. She opened the cabinet and grabbed a few aspirins, she wanted to try and get rid of the soreness before she got there. Really, she knew that she should have gone to the emergency room or her doctor to get examined, but it just did not seem important to her right now.
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It was later that night. Skyler stood there, silently crying as she handed the phone over the police officer. Marie sat on the couch, sobbing into her hands while Flynn sat there, his hands on her shoulders trying to comfort her. She barely even felt his grip though. Her entire body fell numb, leaving her only able to feel one thing, total and complete emptiness.
It took her a few minutes, but she was finally able to lift her head and attempt to dry her eyes. As soon as she looked up though, her eyes met Skyler's. This was her fault. Marie had just lost everything because of her. Everything that had happened today was because of her. Maybe not directly, but she did play a huge role in allowing it to happen.
"Excuse me," she mumbled, standing to her feet. Her pace slow and steady, she started down the hall towards the bathroom. She got into the room and carefully closed the door behind her. The entire time, she had been watching her breathing, trying her hardest to regulate it. Her hands, now at her sides, were trembling from both the despair and rage boiling up inside of her.
Slowly, she made her way to the sink, her hands gripping onto the edges of it. She kept her eyes down, focusing on the faucet as it dripped. Her breathing became more rapid as her grip tightened. Bob's final words to her were ringing through her ears.
Bob stood at the end of the bed, buttoning his shirt. "I noticed no kids rooms here," he casually mentioned. He then turned back to Marie. "What? Does he shoot blanks? Or is he too busy getting into other people's business to even notice you? Because he sure as hell didn't go out of his way to protect you. He was too busy pointing a gun at your brother in law," he explained.
As she tightly shut her eyes, her palms slipped on the smooth linoleum, forcing her nails into her palms. She let out a scream, raising her fist and punching the mirror. Her legs collapsed beneath her, and she feel to her knees. One hand was placed on the ground to steady her, while she held the other up, still balled in a fist. The blood was quickly flooding down her arm. She wanted to start sobbing, instead she sat there, gasping for air, fighting the urge to vomit. The room was suddenly closing in around her, trapping her.
"Marie!" Skyler called from the other side of the door. "Marie! I need to know that you're okay!" she anxiously stated.
Marie quickly turned and looked towards the door. A knot in her stomach. She reached over and grabbed onto the sink, using it to pull herself to her feet.
Skyler went and sat down on the edge of the bathtub and wrapped her arms around her little sister. "I'm just trying to protect you."
"You always say that," Marie countered.
Skyler pulled back from her. "And I mean it. I feel like you're going to be fifty and I'll still be running around trying to save you from yourself," she stated, more pointedly than she had intended.
Marie opened the door, standing there with emotionless eyes. "You wanted to make sure that I'm okay?" she sharply jabbed at her.
Skyler stood there, still in shock from the phone call, she nodded. "I heard you scream and there was loud crash," she explained, trying to steady her voice. She lost her husband and she was worried about her baby coming back home safely, she did not want to lose her sister, not again.
Marie nodded, her eyes watering. "You used to care," she coldly stated. "You knew what your husband was capable of. You knew and you didn't do anything about it. You could have prevented all of this," she told her.
Skyler could not argue. "I know," she softly whimpered, the thought of Holly out there scared and crying plaguing her mind. Her eyes went down to the blood that stained her sleeves. "I'm sorry," she whispered, looking up to Marie.
Marie shook her head. "It's too late for that," she told her.
Skyler wanted to cry, but stopped herself. "Marie, you have to believe me. I didn't know he would kill Hank," she pleaded.
"You were supposed to protect me!" Marie finally snapped. Suddenly, she wanted to attack Skyler, she wanted to get back at her for all the pain that she caused. She couldn't though, all she could do was make sure that she knew. "I was raped today! What do you call that Skyler? I sure as hell don't call that protection. What about letting Hank get killed? Was that for my own sake?"
Skyler's eyes widened. She went to grab Marie's shoulder's but her sister pulled away. "Who raped you?" she firmly inquired. The police were right out in the living room. All she had to do was give them some sort of description.
Marie gathered her composure, and stared straight into Skyler's eyes. "It might as well have been you," she replied.
Skyler sighed, putting her arm out to stop Marie from leaving the room. Although her little remark did sting her, she wasn't about to let it stop her from doing what she had to do. "Listen to me. You need to go tell them something about the man that raped you. You understand? My husband was just caught by your husband and I know for a fact that other people know. Do you hear me? There could be people coming after you. They need to know that people have already gotten to you," she instructed.
"So now you're afraid of me getting hurt? Where was that when you and your husband made that tape? Where was that fear when Hank got shot?" she desperately implored. "All I want to do is be here long enough to make sure that Holly gets home. I don't think I can even stand to look at your face after that," she spat.
Skyler dropped her arm, allowing her sister to leave the room. It was useless to try and talk any sense into her right now. Even though she was hurt at the blame that had been placed on her, she couldn't help but fee worried. That wasn't exactly Marie. She was worried about what she might do if she were alone.
Skyler turned and made her way back out into the living room. The first thing that she noticed was that both Marie and Flynn were gone. She was about to ask if she had mentioned anything, but saw the two of them outside through the window. The two looked like they were just standing there, no words being exchanged. Although, she couldn't see their faces very clearly. It was too dark out to get a good view. As long as they were both still here, that was all that mattered at the moment.