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Chapter Six
By JenxWalker

 



Marie's POV:

I looked around the large room. It was unfamiliar, but I loved it. The large, king sized bed, was
covered in a clean, red velvet comforter. The walls were painted a bright white, with red and black
accents. The furniture was black, and everything looked new. I opened a door, which led to a huge
private bathroom. It had a full mirror, and a Jacuzzi bathtub. I smiled to myself, and ran the water
for a shower. I pulled my shirt off, getting a towel from a nearby shelf. I finished stripping, and
stepped into the tub. I sighed contently as hot, nearly scolding water ran through my hair. I
unknowingly started to hum a sing I didn't recognize. I was knocked out of my trance by a light
knock on the door, "Marie? Yaw' need anything?" It was Gerard, that's when I realized what I was
humming. Cancer.
"Uhm, I'm okay. Thanks!" I called over the water, and I heard him walk away. Oh god. I've heard
the song... what? Once? Maybe twice? Why am I... oh well... I shook water out of my eyes, and
poured my shampoo into my hair. I heard yelling downstairs, probably from Mikey. I couldn't make out
what he was saying, but he did sound mad. I laughed quietly as I finished washing myself. I stepped
out of the shower, and my eyes filled with tears when I looked in the mirror. The bruises, cuts, and
scars were hard to handle, even if I had always seen them. I sighed, Oh well... your safe now,
Mer. I put my bra and shirt on, pulling on my pants after. I rubbed my eyes clear of tears, and
put on more makeup. I brushed my tangled hair, and left the dark bathroom. "I heard yelling?" Gerard
burst out laughing, and pointed at his pissed off brother.

Gerard's POV:

Marie came into the kitchen, her hair drenched, in her pajamas, but with a lot of make up on. She
questioned Mikey's anger, and I couldn't help but to laugh.
"It isn't funny, Gee." Mikey snorted, biting into a slice of hot pizza. He fought with the pizza
guy, Pete, again. This time over the bill. Mikey said it was five dollars overcharged, in the end,
Mikey was right. My brother is crazy when it comes to saving money. Even if it is a minor five
bucks.
Marie took her place at the table, pulling pizza out of the box, "Please, I don't want an
explanation. I really do not want to know."
I smiled, "Sure ya' do!"
"NO!" Mikey yelled, throwing pepperoni at my face.
I whipped my head around dramatically, "Ya' wanna go, bitch!?" I yelled sarcastically.
"Bring it!" Mikey screeched, then burst out laughing.
I smiled, and sat next to Marie. I screeched as I bit into the pizza, the hot sauce burning my
tongue. "Ow! Ow! Ow!" I waved my hand in front of my outstretched tongue. As my tongue cooled, I
felt something warm on my knee. I glanced down, to see Marie's leg brushing gently against mine.
"Do you guys wanna go see a movie tonight with the guys? Oh! Then we can stay up all night playing
Guitar Hero!" Mikey asked, excitedly.
"We have school tomorrow..." Marie said, disappointedly.
"No! The teachers have some district conference thing. Meaning, No school!" Mikey clapped,
accidentally getting pizza sauce on his face.
"Then, that sounds fan frieken tastic!" Marie bounced in her seat. God... she looks so
different... so... happy



 

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