Rain hits the roof like slick gravel. I watch as cool drops slither down the glass of the windows with my knees pulled to my chest. Ariel and Harry sat at my side and all three of us take cover in the silence while Leeroy's gaze is locked on the floor. None of us knew how Zayn held the knowledge of my secret and it baffled us all. I didn't wear it around like a neon sign so how could he possibly know? I get up from the couch on wobbly knees, locking eyes with Leeroy before heading toward the front door. "Marc, where's you going?" Harry questions with confusion. I could feel their gazes on me as I open the front door but I don't mind.
"I'm going to walk in the rain," I mumble, taking a step on the welcome mat.
"You'll get sick," Ariel objects.
"I don't care," I admit and plant my other foot outside. The wind is strong and it blows my hair wildly behind me. I look back and find all three of them staring at me in wonder. I step out from under the safety of the porch and the wind and rain hits me all at once. I take a few steps before I hear a voice cut through the air, making me flinch.
"Marcel Jackson Styles! What the hell are you doing outside in this freezing rain?"
When my mother's voice fills my ears, I flinch and she walks toward me. "S-Sorry. I'm st-stupid," I mutter and follow after her back into the house.
"You're right you are," She grumbles as she slams the door behind us. "Your grades are slipping, you've gained weight, you've gotten your brother suspended. What else are you going to cause, Marcel?" Tears were slipping down my cheeks, resembling the window pane and yet, my mother continues. "You're so pathetic," Her voice comes out angered and venomous and that causes a whimper to leave my lips. She slaps me across the face, adding onto my list of bruises and I stumble backward, my body hitting the wall. "You're a disgrace to the Styles name!"
I slide down tot he ground, sobbing into my knees and that's when Harry intervenes. "That's enough!" His voice is strong and powerful from behind me but our mother doesn't seem to care.
"I wasn't talking to you, Harry," Her hatred filled gaze meets mine and her shoes takes a blow at my side. I moan in pain and weakly grab at the area, wincing. "You're going to learn a lesson, Marcel. We Styles' are not weak people and you're going to figure that out," I try to scoot away from her but she rests her shoe on my sternum, immobilizing me.
"Mom, stop. You're hurting him," Harry pleads, voice urgent. Moments later, I feel pressure being lifted from my chest and harry sighs. "Ariel, take Marcel upstairs," He orders. Ariel nods with a determined mind and pulls me up from the floor. With one arm around my waist and the other around my shoulder, she and I head up the stairs to my room. "You're a terrible mother! Doing that to your own son," Harry scoffs. "What has Marcel ever done to you?!" I hear Harry shout before Ariel and I make it to my room.
"I'm so cold," I whisper as my teeth chatter together and shivers wrack my body.
"Probably because you were out in the freezing rain," She replies before grabbing me a new outfit and promising, "I'll be right outside," She leaves soon after that and I slowly strip out of my clothes I hadn't realized were clinging to my body. After getting dressed, I flatten my now damp and floppy curls against my head, as if that mattered. I usher Ariel back inside my room and the two of us settle on my bed. "Much better," She smiles.
"A-Are H-Harry a-a-and-- Are they st-still fighting?" I ask and Ariel nods.
"What hurts the most?" She asks and her voice comes out a whisper, almost a whimper of sympathy.
"My face," I sigh after looking her over. Her red hair still lay in curls, slightly loosened from running her hands through it. "A-All of this is m-my f-fault," I stammer, looking down at my hands. "No wonder why my mom hits me. I'm a burden, pathetic. those are her words, aren't they?" A sob leaves my lips and through blurry vision, I see Ariel shake her head. "D-Don't l-lie to m-me." I beg. "I-I know I d-deserve i-it. I-I can't be p-perfect l-like she w-wants s-so I g-get--" I cry into my hands, unable to finish and Ariel pulls me into a hug, petting my curls and sending me into momentary relief.
I head to our lunch table, sniffling slightly. The sky had cleared up, a light blue with the sun peaking through the clouds, like the storm last night hadn't been there and I stare down at the tabletop, empty handed. A sneeze runs through me right before Ariel and Leeroy arrive to the table together. "I told you you'd get sick," Ariel scolds me as she takes in my ill appearance.
"D-Doesn't M-Matter," I sniff, coughing harshly. Chills wrack my body and I shiver, despite the warm sun. I knew I should've stayed home today but I couldn't bare the thought of my mom coming home early, finding me causing another problem.
"Maybe you should go home," Leeroy suggests and I shake my head quickly.
"C-Can't," I mumble before coughing again. I wince, my throat feeling like fire and rest my head in my hands. All I wanted to do was go home and lay under the warm safety of my covers but I knew deep down that that wasn't an option.
"Hey Marc, how're you feeling?" Liam asks as he takes a seat next to his brother and Harry next to me.
"N-Not the best," I cough and rest my head in my hands again.
Harry lays his hand on my back and whispers, "Maybe it'll help if you eat something," I shake my head, spewing the lie that I was nauseous and scan the room for Zayn and Louis. "I haven't seen them yet today," Harry reassures me and I nod.
Ariel's phone start to ring and she picks it up immediately. After a few seconds of the other person talking, I watch her eyes grow watery. She hangs up after a quick "I love you," and when she looks over at me with fresh tears spilling, my heart breaks. "I-I have to go. I'm s-sorry I'm leaving y-you, M-Marcel. I'll call you l-later," I nod and she pulls me into a hug, a few of her tears dampening my shirt.
"I-I hope everything is fine, A-Ariel," I whisper before we pull apart. She nods before going on her way and then there were four. "Y-You think sh-she'll be okay?" I ask.
"I'm sure she'll be fine," Liam reassures me. Throughout the rest of the day, Harry and Liam make it their mission to keep me safe but in the halls when I'm alone, I'm not protected.
"You're Marcel, right?" I hear someone ask and when I hesitantly look up, I find a gorgeous girl standing in front of me.
"Y-Yes," I whisper.
"I'm Danielle, Liam's girlfriend. He told me how much of a hard time you're having and I just wanted to say I think you're really strong for being able to carry on like you are,"
A small smile floats onto my face, showing off my bruised dimples and I say, "T-Thanks,"
"That class are you going to?" She asks.
"U-Um--" I stop, eyes widening when I see Louis and Zayn a few feet behind us. "I-I have to g-go," I mumble and start walking away from her, shaking.
"Why? What's wrong?" She asks, confused.
"Louis, Z-Zayn and I a-aren't r-really f-friends," I stutter, looking down at my shoes. Danielle nods, sending the boys a glare and walks back with me to class. "T-Thanks, Danielle," I whisper and she smiles.
"No problem, love. A friend of Liam's is a friend of mine," She says before walking off to her class which seemed to be ont he opposite side of the school.
I hope you guys liked it. Almost 100 reads, thank you so much cx I'm going through some things right now but I'll try and update as much as I can to get my mind off things. I love you guys and will talk to you soon. (Unedited)