Outcast (Marcel)

Marcel is the school nerd. Katie is the school 'it girl'. What happens when these two worlds collide.. And one of them has a secret nobody can know about...?


8. Chapter Eight


 “You can't go back there,” Harry whispered pleadingly. I looked at him with big eyes. I shook my head, escaping from his grip.


 “I have to, I have no where else to stay.” I spoke sadly with a sigh. 


 “You do!” Harry exclaimed, “You can stay with me and my brother Edward.”


 “You have a brother?” I gasped, wondering why he had never mentioned him. Harry shuffled on the spot uncomfortably.


 “I don't really like to talk about him, though.” He admitted, looking down at the floor.


 “Why not?” I questioned curiously, raising an eyebrow.


 “He's in jail,” Harry muttered, a frown spreading across his lips. “Coming out tomorrow, actually.”


 “What did he do?” I wondered, “If you don't mind me asking.”


 “He killed someone.” Harry said simply, “My girlfriend, actually.” A tear slipped from his eye and he wiped it away quickly, as if it was never meant to be there.


 “How could he do that to you?! His own brother....” I embraced him in a hug, rubbing circles on his back. Harry had been through more things than I thought.


 “He caused me to be this way, the monster that I am.” 


 “You're not a monster.” I frowned, taking his hands in mine and playing with them. “You're so much more than that. You're clever, good looking, funny–” 


 “Thanks, Katie. Coming from a girl like you– that meant the world.” He breathed, cupping my cheek in his left hand. He stared into my eyes intently, studying them. As if he was trying to read them. I was blocking out so many secrets, so many worries. His eyes exchanged from mine, to my wrists. 


 “Just as I thought,” He mumbled, kissing my scarred wrists softly. “Don't ever do that again,”


 “How did you know?” I comfronted him in disbelief.


 “A girl going through as much as you, needs a way to forget the pain.” He smiled slightly, “Snap.” He put his wrists next to mine and my eyes widened at the thousands of scars. 


 “B-but, why?” My body was shaking with tears by now at the thought of how much he had suffered, how much he had been through.


 “Like I said, a way to forget the pain.” He clutched my hand tightly and I never wanted him to let go. “C'mon, let's get you home.”


 “Okay.” We didn't speak another word of what had happened today. As soon as we got home, he ordered me to go upstairs and get some rest. I protested but he ignored me, carrying me up the stairs and placing me in the spare bedroom.


 “Get some rest, you need it. I'll be up in a moment with some films and ice cream.” And with that, he left the room. I glanced around it, smiling at the many pictures scattered on the walls. I noticed one, Harry was with a boy who looked exactly like him. Apart from the boy had much more tattoos and a nose piercing. 


 “Edward,” I whispered to myself, feeling a tear cascade down my cheek. At least he has family, real family.


 “Tadaa!” Harry said cheerfully in a high-pitched voice as he stumbled into the room, struggling to carry all the things in his hands. His expression changed once he noticed my tear-stained face. He set the things down on the bed and came over to me, engulfing me in a hug. We rocked back and forth whilst he began to sing in my ear. I was mesmerised by his voice; it was beautiful.


 “Don't let me, don't let me, don't let me go. 'Cause I'm tired of feeling alone....”

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