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23. Chains & Worries

MYSTERY’S P O V REVEALED: JACK’S P O V

As I drove her to a flat that I rented, I laid her on my bed and waited ‘til she woke up.

She has to hear what I have to say. She has to understand that I’m the only one for her. She has to know that my feelings for her are real; she just needs me to show it to her that’s all. Marceline is just in denial.

I walked over to her bed and wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her closer to me . . . and fell asleep.

Maz’s P O V

When I woke up, my sides were aching and my face was swollen. I woke up in some dirty shed, tied to a chair.

I don’t remember much of what happened last night. The last thing I heard was Marceline shouting in pain and me getting jumped.

There were, I think, six guys who jumped me but I don’t know who they are.

I started to panic; where’s Marceline?!

HELPPPP!! I shouted as loud as I could.

I heard footsteps running up the stairs. I hope it’s not those guys.

“Shut the fuck up!” this guy said, slapping me with his back hand.

I spat out the blood to the side and tried to open my eyes more to see who it was.

What do you want from me?! I shouted me.

“Two things. One: for you to shut the fuck up! Two: we don’t want anything, someone else ordered this on you” he said holding two fat fingers up.

Who? I never did anything wrong! I tried to break free from the chains.

“I’m gonna be blunt with you because frankly, I could care less about you and the fucker who ordered this. Jack Harries ordered the hit on you and your girl. Well, I don’t know what he’s gonna do to her but all I know is that he wants you dead” he said casually.

WHAT THE FUCK IS HIS PROBLEM?! WHY CAN’T HE LET US BE HAPPY?! HE FUCKING CHEATED ON HER AND TREATED HER LIKE CRAP! HE BETTER NOT DO ANYTHING TO MARCELINE OR I SWEAR IT’S HIS FUCKING ASS! I shouted.

“Geez kid, pipe the fuck down. I’m going to go out; I’ll be back at night to check up on Jack’s decision. I won’t be worried about you escaping because clearly you’re fucking weak and pathetic. And like I said before, I could care less. Have fun in your last few hours of living; peace bitch!” he threw the ‘peace’ sign and left.

ASSHOLE!!! I shouted at him.

Fuck! I gotta get out of here, what if he rapes her?! What if Jack takes her far away from me?!

I SWEAR HE’S JUST A FUCKING JEALOUS LITTLE PRICK! Since he can’t be happy, he ruins other people’s lives!

I shook the chair but every time I would move. The chains were too tight on me but I didn’t care. I had to get my girl back.

Marceline’s P O V

I felt someone’s arm wrap around my waist but I could tell it wasn’t Maz.

I slowly looked down and the arm holding me was pale as a ghost. Who is this? Who’s holding me? Why am I here?

The last thing I remembered from last night was somebody saying ‘goodnight’ and I think I was Tasered.

I froze as I heard the person holding me speak.

“Marceline, baby, I love you. You aren’t going back to Maz, you’re staying here with me. It’s the best for the two of us. Forgive me but love makes us do crazy things” he said as he kissed the side of neck. He didn’t know I was awake but I guess he was talking to himself.

That bastard! How dare he hurt me both physically and emotionally?! Me and Maz are- OH MY GOSH MAZ?! I jumped off from the bed causing Jack to jump up.

WHAT THE FUCK JACK?! I DON’T LOVE YOU, I NEVER DID! I DON’T HAVE FEELINGS FOR YOU, WHY CAN’T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?!

“Baby, you don’t mean anything of those things shh shh” he said putting his index finger on my lips.

I pushed him away from me.

DON’T. FUCKING. TOUCH ME! WHERE’S MAZ?!

“He’s not important to me and he shouldn’t be for you either!” he yelled.

FUCK YOU, I LOVE HIM! I LOVE HIM!! I LOVE HIM!! I FUCKING LOVE HIM YOU FUCKING IDIOT! I flipped him the ‘bird’.

“You don’t love him Marceline, you love me!” he yelled.

FUCK YOUUUU!! I screamed at the top of my lungs.

“Gladly” he gave me and evil smile and pinned me down to the bed.

H-he was g-going to r-rape me?! Does he really think he can take on me? Does he really think that I’m some weak girl that is just gonna scratch and scream and squirm under his grip! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! I know how to defend myself and boy is he in for a surprise.

His body leveled over me and his groin perfectly aligned with my knee. I didn’t need much movement but I needed a lot of power to ruin his fucking chances of reproduction!

“Marceline, you don’t know how long I waited for this” he said whilst kissing my neck.

I wasted no time in kneeing him in the groin.

“Fuck!” he rolled over to the left.

I stood up and walked over to him.

Where’s Maz Jack?!

From the pain, he was still rolling around in pain.

WHERE IS HE?! ANSWER ME YOU FUCKER!!

“Why do you fucking love him?! He can’t give you everything you want!!” he scolded.

That’s the beauty of it Jack, Maz is my everything. What more can he give me? I want no one else but him. I stated. Now, I’m gonna ask you one last time . . . where’s Maz?

“He’s probably already dead! I gave a guy an order to kill Maz a few minutes ago. Since you were ‘sleeping’, I texted the order instead of calling him. His body is probably dumped somewhere. He’s trash Marceline, he’s fucking trash! He is no good for you; I AM! Just love me Marcey; love me and all our troubles will go away” he pleaded.

M-Maz is dead? The love of my life is . . . dead?

Tears poured out of my eyes. All of this was all too much for me to take.

I fell to my knees and looked blankly at a wall and cried. No sound. No thoughts. No more meaning.

Maz’s P O V

I kept shaking the chair, side to side but it wouldn’t budge. I felt the chains cut my skin and opening the wounds that were made earlier.

After a while I got a bit used to the pain but the worries in my mind increased each minute I struggled on this fucking chair!

FUCKKK! I yelled.

I felt the wooden chair loosen up a bit. I kept shaking everywhere, hoping the chair would break. I have to save her. I have to be with her. I have to get out of here!

I don’t know where she is but I’m gonna bust my ass to find her. I can’t lose her; not like this.

The chains pinched my skin and cut the circulation at my ankles and arms. Blood dripped from my bruises given to me last night by those fuckers. Dizziness started to take over me due to the pain & rapid loss of blood. I couldn’t go now. I just couldn’t.

I don’t want to give up. I don’t want to let Jack win. I don’t want to let Marceline down.

Marceline . . . I-I’m sorry. I whispered to myself.

Suddenly! A phone went off but I couldn’t see it in sight. I leaned to the left and right and saw a phone on a table.

I don’t know what came over me but I broke my the chains around my wrists, causing me to fall to my knees. I was breathing heavily and my ankles were still tied to the chair. It didn’t matter to me, as long as I have my arms free, I’m good.

I ran to the ringing phone; it wasn’t my phone but it was probably that guy’s phone. The caller came up as ‘Private Caller’.

H-Hello . . . ?

Marceline’s P O V

I fell to my knees and looked blankly at a wall and cried. No sound. No thoughts. No more meaning.

Jack crawled to me and lightly touched my elbow.

“You don’t need him. He’s dead already; give up. He never loved you, cared for you or could even please you the way I can. Just come to me baby. You’re my Princess” he leaned in to kiss my arm.

D-did he just call me . . . ‘princess’? Game Over.

I pulled my arm away from my disgusting lips and stood up. He followed my move and soon we were face to face.

I’m not your princess. I’m not your ‘baby’. I’m not your ‘everything’. I’m nothing to you as you are nothing to me! I yelled.

I gave him a quick back kick to the chest, causing him to fly across the room. I walked over to him and began punching him in the face.

This is for me! *punch*

This is for Maz! I kicked his face and punched his chest. I didn’t care if I beat Jack to death. He killed Maz; what’s there to live for right?

And this . . . is for calling me princess!! I grabbed him by his shirt and slamming him on a table.

Jack noticed his Taser next to his head. He grabbed and gave me an evil smile.

“You’re not leaving here . . . ever!” he charged towards me.

I grabbed his hand that had the Taser and did a jumping spinning kick to his chin. He fell on his back; hard and his wrists lost grip of his weapon.

I stepped on his neck and twisted his wrist and looked at him right in the eyes. I could feel my pupils constrict from all this anger and shock.

You are pathetic. Worthless. Pathetically jealous and a disturbing human being; why would I ever want to be with someone like that? Ask yourself this question Jack, would you ever be with someone like that? Someone who is forcing love on you? Forcing you leave the person you truly do love, for some lunatic who can’t even fathom their relationship. For some lunatic who is willing to kill the other person’s true love just so they can have them for themselves? When I told you, ‘he is my everything’, is because he truly is my everything. Without him, I’m nothing . . . no one. Without him, I might never love again. So if you killed him, what makes you think that I’ll love you automatically? Even if you were to give me time to ‘get over him’, I still wouldn’t love you. Leaving you was the best thing I’ve ever done, aside from coming here. If he is dead, tell me where you dumped the body. I’ll have to say my last goodbye for the man who I promise my all to. My last goodbyes for the man who was forever thine . . . forever mine . . . and forever ours. I said crying angrily and looking at my new tattoo.

Jack looked at me with a scared look but he doesn’t know what horror is. He’ll soon feel the meaning of horror once I’m done with him.

“He’s probably dumped somewhere in the streets. He’ll be all over the news; you’ll never get to see him again . . . SO STOP FUCKING TRYING! YOU’RE MINE!” he yelled.

I grabbed the Taser and stab it onto his neck and electrified him. I knocked him out cold.

YOU FUCKER!! I shouted at his breathless body.

I quickly got up and ran to look for a phone. I came across Jack’s phone and unlocked it using his birthdate; too easy.

He didn’t have many contacts but I called the ones I didn’t know. Many of them were girls but when I asked them if they knew about Maz they replied with ‘Is that a new club?’ Clearly, those snot nose bitches were his side entertainment. Then, I checked his call-log. I called the last number Jack had come in contact with and waited. Hopefully to find answers . . . hopefully to find Maz; his motionless body somewhere.

Suddenly . . . someone picked up.

“H-hello?” I froze.

It sounded like Maz.

Maz? Maz is that you?!

“Marceline! Yes baby it’s me! Are you okay, did Jack hurt you?! That son of a bitch is gonna fucking get it I swear!” he shouted through gritted teeth.

He tried to take advantage of me but I fought him off. I knocked him out cold with his Taser. I’m so glad to hear your alive. M-Maz . . . I love you! Jack told me he sent the hit out on you already, to kill you. But wherever you are, you gotta get out of there quick! I panicked.

“That fucker! Don’t worry babe, I don’t plan on staying here any longer. I love you, go home and I’ll be there shortly” he stated.

Maz, where are you? Look around you and if you see a window, check your surroundings.

“Alright. I’m by some docks. I’m at the London Docks, I think it’s called St. Katherine Docks” he said.

Okay, be safe Maz. I love you. I said desperately.

“I will Marceline. I love you” he whispered.

I hung up on him before he’d hear me burst into tears. I had to get to the docks one way or another. I grabbed my shoes and belongings and called for a cab.

Hello Sir, St. Katherine Docks please? I mentioned to the cab driver. He nodded and began making his way to the docks.

I couldn’t sit back and relax; I had too much in my mind to think about.

Six minutes or so later, the cab driver stopped. “Where here miss” he turned to me.

Really? That quick?

He chuckled, “We’ll you were really close to the docks miss”

I paid the driver and ran to the docks.

As I got closer, I saw one shed with the lights on. I ran it and saw a bloody chair with chains lying beside it. I heard some ruffling going on inside the shed.

I slowly made my way to the window and saw Maz without a shirt, picking up his stuff. I jumped inside the window and hugged him. He was startled at first but hugged me back once he found out it was me.

Let’s go home Maz, please? I begged. I tried holding back tears but I couldn’t. I cried into his bloody and bruised up chest. I could care less if he saw me crying, I was glad he’s alive.

“I’m here baby I’m here” he kissed my head.

He limped out of the window and we made our way home.

---- At Marcey’s flat ----

We arrived at my place and I laid him on my couch.

Let me take care of you Maz. I said, looking at his bruises.

He took my chin and made me face him.

“You’re taking care of me already by being mine” he kissed my forehead.

You missed. I said shyly.

“What?” he asked confusedly.

You missed. I repeated and kissed his lips softly.

He pulled away.

What’s wrong?

“My face is all bruised up and I have a busted lip. Why do you still want to kiss me?” he asked at a loss.

Because I love you and everything that comes with you. I don’t care if you’re bruised up or bleeding; you’re still you. I’ll kiss you no matter what Maz.

“You really do love me Mars, wow” he breathed.

Of course I do Maz, there was never any doubt about us. I kissed him again.

Even with a busted lip, his lips were still soft.

I’m gonna go get the supplies needed to clean you up and then I’ll take you a bath. After that, I’ll cook for you and head on to bed with you, sound good baby? I planted many little kisses all over his face.

“Marceline you don’t have to do all of that. That’s a lot babe, you have to rest as much as I do” he said gloomily.

Then I said something I thought I would never say in my life.

Look at me in the eyes Maz . . . I want to do this. You had it worse than me. Thankfully, you weren’t killed. So let me treat you the way you should be treated. I want to treat your wounds, bathe you from the mess we’ve just encountered, feed you to anything you’re tummy desires, and cuddle with you in bed; knowing we are in each other’s arms . . . yet again.

Maz looked at me in admiration. “No one has ever treated me the way you do Marceline” he mumbled.

I’m not like everyone else you’ve met; I’m even better. I kissed him one last time before I got up and went to get supplies to heal his wounds.

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I ran his bath once I had finished fixing his wounds.

Alright, carefully step in and lie down. I told him.

He did so and I scrubbed his skin delicately. “Thank you” he whispered in my ear as I carefully scrubbed his chest.

I blushed. Don’t thank me . . . it’s what people do for the ones they love . . .

His hand came up from the water and made me face him. He leaned in and kissed me; our lips instantly moving in sync. We did nothing else but kiss; exploring each other in such a beautiful manner.

I had to savor this moment. I had to savor him and savor the love we have. Something told me that this ‘drama’ wasn’t going to end. Something told me, we had a mother of messes coming our way.

I couldn’t help but let a few tears fall on his cheeks. I cried silently and with no expression. Maz knew I was crying but kiss me deeper with more compassion and love. As if it were his way to tell me that everything was going to be okay. I had to act as if I understood him; that everything, in fact, was going to be okay. But in the back of my mind . . . I knew it wasn’t. I have to be on my guard at all times . . . I just have to.

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