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Chapter Five
By JenxWalker

 



Marie's POV:

The day went fast. I didn't pay attention at all in school, and Gerard took notice. He offered to
make me a copy of his notes. I just shrugged, not paying much attention. I wasn't going back to that
place I called a home. Not until I needed clothes, that is. I had a duffel bag in my locker, filled
over capacity with my clothes and necessities. My purse was filled with my makeup, just enough to
cover the scars. I had my own credit card, paid my cell phone on my own, so I didn't have to worry
about that. I just needed somewhere to stay. I looked up from my feet, to glance at Gerard's pale
face, the wind ruffeting his hair softly. I shook my head free of thoughts, and stared again at my
feet.
"Hey, do you mind if we stop at my place real quick? You don't have to come in, I just forgot a few
things. I was in a rush this morning." Gerard chuckled. I nodded and stood alone on the sidewalk as
he ran inside quickly.

Gerard's POV:

"Mom!" I called, "Can I borrow-" I was yelling, when I realized she was right next to me, "Can I
borrow a few bucks?" I asked quieter.
"Depends, How much is a few?"
"Twenty."
"Twenty dollars! Gerard, that's not a few!"
"Mom! I'm taking Marie out to lunch. Please?"
She sighed, "I have to tell you something first. I already told your brother, he knows it all."
"Okay, but can you make it quick? No offense mom, but Marie's outside waiting."
She pushed me to the door, "Bring her in!" She scolded.
I opened it, and peeked outside, the wind picking up, "Mer! Come inside!" I saw her small figure
come from the sidewalk, up the pathway in through my front door.
"Hi, Mrs. Way." She greeted calmly, shaking my mom's hand.
"Hi, sweetie. If you could just take a seat in the living room for a few minutes. I've got to talk
to Gerard." My mom said, and Marie left to go watch some soap opera with my brother. "I'm going out
of town on business. I want no one sleeping over, no acceptions. Your only friends allowed here,
Frank, Ray, Bob, and Marie. I want no rough housing. One hundred dollars a week on groceries and
anything else you need. I left a credit card and an envelope of money for emergencies. I'm leaving
in about ten minutes. I want you and Michael to call twice a day. Okay? I'll be gone for about a
month." She explained quickly, pulling on a pair of white shoes. I was shocked that she would leave
us alone for so long. Our mom never really trusted us... Mike an I were always adventurous boys...
She kissed my cheek, "There's my taxi, goodbye Gerard. Goodbye Mikey!" She called a little louder.
He ran in to give her a hug.
"Bye mom!" We called after her, waving. "So, home alone for a month? Sweet!" I yelled, giving Mikey
a high five.
Marie walked in, and smiled at me, "Ready?"
"Yeah!" I said, opening the door and leading her to my car. It was a silent ride, but not awkward.
It seemed... right. When we got to the small coffee shop, I linked my arm with hers, and
walked up to the counter. We ordered, and took a seat in the back, where it was empty. The man
brought our drinks and muffins, and I slipped him a $10. Marie took a sip of her cocoa, and looked
away from me out the window. I saw another bruise, along the side of her neck. I brushed it gently
with my fingertips, "What happened?" She flinched, and turned to me, tears slowly streaming down her
face. I gripped her in a tight hug, yet was gentle. "Tell me."
"He hit me." She said, her fragile voice cracking, less than a whisper.
"Who?"
"'Father.'"
Fury raged through me. How could someone do that? Her own father! If I ever have the chance, I swear
I'll hurt tat pathetic excuse for a man. "Your not going back there, Marie. I won't let you."
"I...I didn't plan on it. Actually, I...I need somewhere to stay."
I kissed her cheek gently, not knowing how she'd react, "My house is always open for
you."
"You hardly know me..."
"I don't care. Your my best friend. My mom is out of town for awhile, you can stay in her room.
Marie, I'm not letting you go back there."
She nodded, "I have clothes in my locker. Is the school still open?"
I looked at my watch, "If we hurry, we can make it before they lock up. Common." I stood up, and
took her hand. We ran through the slight rain to my car, and drove to the school. When we got there,
we had about ten minutes before they would lock up. I followed Marie to her locker, and she pulled
out a giant duffle bag, tossing it to me.
"Carry that."
"Holy crap!" I said, falling over, then laughing, at the weight of the bag.
Marie laughed too, and pulled me off the ground, "It's not that heavy."
I laughed harder, "What's in here? Bricks?!"
"Clothes... clothes... shoes... makeup... That's it!"
I rolled my eyes as the warning bell rang, "Common. We can get anything else tomorrow." Again, the
car ride home was quiet. This time, unbearably. We got back to my house, and Mikey ordered a
pizza.
"Hey Mer! You like pepperoni?" He yelled.
"Yeah!" She replied. Marie had unpacked her bags, and filled my moms empty drawers with her
belongings.
I smiled, as Mikey yelled at the guy on the phone, "No! I said large pepperoni not ham and
salami!" There was a pause. Mikey sighed, "Yes... uh huh... okay.. thank you." He hung up the phone
and plopped himself between me and a pillow. "An hour. Hope you aren't starving."
"Nah, we had muffins!" Marie said happily. I couldn't tell if she was putting up an act for Mikey,
or if she was just overwhelmed with happiness to not be going back to him.
"Marie," I whispered, leaning towards her ear, "Are you going to tell Mikey? Or would you rather I
do?"
She looked hurt for a moment, and said, "Mikey, can we talk?"
"Uhm... sure?" Mikey seemed confused.
"Marie's moving in." I stated quietly.
"What? But Gerard! Mom said-"
"Forget what mom said. It's an emergency."
"She's not even gone for a day and your breaking the rules! Marie, what did your dad say about
this?!" God, Mikey sounded like mom when he was mad.
Marie stared at her feet, and looked up at Mikey. Her hand went slowly towards my hand, which was in
a fist, and brushed her finger tips along my skin. I relaxed my hand, and hers found its way to fit
perfectly in mine. She smiled slightly, and squeezed my hand for support. Marie took a deep breath,
and explained to Mikey the situation. She explained more detailed, and I was shocked, as was my
brother. By the time she had finished, basically explaining her whole life, she was again in tears.
Mikey and I both smothered her in a tight hug. "I... can I go take a shower?" She asked.
Mikey nodded, "Our mom's room... private bathroom. Make yourself at h-" He caught himself so he
didn't upset Marie even more, "Make yourself comfortable."
She nodded, and left for the direction of our mom's bedroom.



 

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