My boyfriend??
Chapter 16
Marcel’s P.O.V
I wake up in a dark room, and my head is pounding. I’m not tied up or anything, so maybe I’m just dreaming. I don’t remember the boys coming over to meet Maddie. I don’t even remember meeting Maddie. My thoughts were interrupted by a sound of a rusty old metal door being opened.
“Who’s there?” I ask like I’m in a horror film.
“It’s me you stealing son of a bitch, Mark.”
My eyes widen. Shit.
“Where am I?”
“You’re in my old torture chamber, you should remember this place more than anyone.” He says turning on a dim light so I can see a evil grin on his face.
Then I remember.
**FLASHBACK**
I was walking home from school. When I turned the bend to our street I heard a noise, I felt someone watching me. I knew who it was. Mark, my brother. Yes you may know Mark as a somewhat good person. Well you don’t know the real him. Every time he’s in a bad mood, he’ll take it out on me. He has this special place he takes me to torture me. He calls it the “ol’ torture room” this is where I get my bruises, cuts, and a couple of times, a broken limb. He always threatens me if he hurts me severely. So I have to make excuses. No one knows about this except for him and me.
“Yo, Marcy!” he yells, he’s the only one who calls me that.
“Um-Hi-uh-Mar-k.” I stutter.
“Don’t fucking stutter you little bitch!”
“Sorry.”
“Hey, let’s go have some fun, you know the place.” Yep, I do, the torture chamber I call my brothers basement.
**END OF FLASHBACK**
“Why did you bring me here” I say finally coming out of my horrible flashback.
“Well, you took my Jamie. And later on you’re going to pay.”
“what do you mean later on?”
“Well there going to suspect something if you don’t show up to the get together.”
“So?”
“I’m going to pose as you. You sure are stupid for a nerd.” He scoffs.
“Please don’t.”
“well I have to go if I don’t want to be late for the little party.”
I wake up in a dark room, and my head is pounding. I’m not tied up or anything, so maybe I’m just dreaming. I don’t remember the boys coming over to meet Maddie. I don’t even remember meeting Maddie. My thoughts were interrupted by a sound of a rusty old metal door being opened.
“Who’s there?” I ask like I’m in a horror film.
“It’s me you stealing son of a bitch, Mark.”
My eyes widen. Shit.
“Where am I?”
“You’re in my old torture chamber, you should remember this place more than anyone.” He says turning on a dim light so I can see a evil grin on his face.
Then I remember.
**FLASHBACK**
I was walking home from school. When I turned the bend to our street I heard a noise, I felt someone watching me. I knew who it was. Mark, my brother. Yes you may know Mark as a somewhat good person. Well you don’t know the real him. Every time he’s in a bad mood, he’ll take it out on me. He has this special place he takes me to torture me. He calls it the “ol’ torture room” this is where I get my bruises, cuts, and a couple of times, a broken limb. He always threatens me if he hurts me severely. So I have to make excuses. No one knows about this except for him and me.
“Yo, Marcy!” he yells, he’s the only one who calls me that.
“Um-Hi-uh-Mar-k.” I stutter.
“Don’t fucking stutter you little bitch!”
“Sorry.”
“Hey, let’s go have some fun, you know the place.” Yep, I do, the torture chamber I call my brothers basement.
**END OF FLASHBACK**
“Why did you bring me here” I say finally coming out of my horrible flashback.
“Well, you took my Jamie. And later on you’re going to pay.”
“what do you mean later on?”
“Well there going to suspect something if you don’t show up to the get together.”
“So?”
“I’m going to pose as you. You sure are stupid for a nerd.” He scoffs.
“Please don’t.”
“well I have to go if I don’t want to be late for the little party.”
11/22/13