Another new school, on a different continent. I'm just glad I'm able to hide the scars on my face for once, I just want to be treated normally at this school. Hopefully I'll be able to stay for the rest of the year. But what happens if someone finds out my past and everything starts coming to hunt me?


20. Boxing and Tattoos

Chapter 19

Boxing and Tattoos

 "Wake up Daisy," I heard someone. 

 "Just five more minutes," I groaned.

 "You've been sleeping for 2 hours already, it's time to wake up."

 I finally tried opening eyes and found Marcel laying next me. I cuddled next to him but he kept his arm up.

 "I think you should get some clothes on first," he said.

 That made me realize that I still hadn't gotten dressed from my shower. I pulled my blankets above my head so he wouldn't see anything.

 "I'll just be out in the hall," he said getting up. He closed the door as he left my room.

 I pushed off my sheets and put on a bra and underwear. I pulled on a pair of sweatpants. I slipped on a blue v-neck shirt. "You can come in," I yelled as I put my hair up. I stared in the mirror at my refection and the door open behind me. Marcel stopped right behind me.

 "Are those the others?" He asked.

 I knew what he was talking me. I brought my finger to my face and traced the scars. He lifted his hand to my face and traced the lines on my face. "You have big hands," I said.

 He chuckled. "Yeah, they're better for holding," he said. 

 I still had touch from Edward lingering on me. Talking hold of Marcel's hand I lead it under my shirt. He tried pulling his hand out of my but I wouldn't let him. I let his hand trace over where Edward's touch still lingered. 

 "Daisy why are you doing this?" He asked.

 "Because I want your touch their and not his," I told him.

 "What do you mean not his?" He asked. "Who are you talking about?"

 I looked down at the ground and closed my eyes. "Edward," I said and held my breath.

 "What did he do to you?" He asked.

 "After the assembly he was trying to do something but Mr.Andrews came and he somehow knew how to stop my panic attack. Then after I got all the papers I needed from him I went to my locker and Edward had pushed me against my locker and leaned on me. He started touching me and everything started to turn black then Liam come and gave me one of my pills." 

 Marcel tighten his grip on me, holding me closer. "I promise that I won't let him touch you again," he said.

 "Liam said that you were practicing. What do you play?" I asked.

 I could tell that he hesitated. "I box," he said.

 "Could you show me a bit sometime?" I asked. I wanted to know how to try and protect myself. I knew Dave would come back if he could manage to find me. I don't even remember how longer he would be in jail.

 "I'll think about it," he said. "Lets go study and work on that shit for school."

 I laughed at that. I grabbed my backpack and we walked downstairs. "Do you want anything to eat?" I asked.

 "I'm good," he said. 

 I threw my backpack next to the sofa and went to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and grabbed an apple. As I toke a bit the phone started to ring. Picking it up I answered "Hello."

 "Well well well. It looks like I've found you," a male voice said.

 "Who is this?" I asked.

 "I'm pretty sure you know little slut," he said. Dave, it was Dave. How did he know where I was. When did you get out. "Now now. Just calm down. I'll be coming to get you sometime so you can be mine again." I dropped the phone and started walking away from it.

 "Daisy what's wrong?" Marcel asked coming into the kitchen. I stayed quiet. Marcel went over to the phone and put it to his ear. "Hello," he said into the phone. Taking it away from his ear he said "They hung up. Who was it?"

 "Just a wrong number," I lied. I couldn't have him know that I might be gone. "Lets get to studying," I said walking back into living room.

 We both sat down and after about an hour I sorda threw my history textbook onto the floor. I was next gonna pass the test tomorrow. Everything was how they had seen the war and it was everything opposite of how America saw it. Marcel pulled me onto his lap and kissed the top of my head. "I take it that you want a break," he said.

 "I'M HOME!" my mom yelled walking in from the front door.

 "Hey mom," I said. "How was work?" I asked.

 "Besides the part about having to go yell at your principal, it was pretty good," she said.

 "So was everything ok after that?" I asked.

 "Yes, he made him read over your whole file and then he just let me go back to work. I have a feeling that he's going to keep a close eye on you though," she said.

 "That's fine," I told her.

 "Nice to see you once again, Marcel," she said.

 "You too," he said laughing with my mom.

 My mom then went upstairs to go change. Marcel grabbed his copy of "Romeo and Juliet' and opened it to where we had left off in class. 

 "How can you understand this?" He asked.

 I laughed. "What part don't you understand?" I asked.

 "All of it. How could they stand to love each other and not want to deny it?"

 "What would you do if you were Romeo and you fell in love with someone that was your family's enemy?" I asked. "Would you want to deny the love or try and save every moment you have?"

 He didn't answer but only pulled me closer. "Would you be ok if Liam picked you up from school tomorrow?" He asked.

 "Why?" I asked.

 "I just somewhere to go," he said.

 "Where are you going?" I asked.

 "I'm gonna try and get a tattoo," he said.

 I moved out of lap and sat on legs and faced him. "You are not getting a tattoo," I told him.

 "Why not?" He asked.

 "Because I don't want you to ruin your skin with ink that you can't get off," I told him.

 "But," he started. 

 "Do you really want a tattoo?" I asked.

 "I sorda do," he said.

 I got up and looked through my backpack until I found different color Sharpies. "If you want one it's gonna be by me with Sharpies," I told going back into his lap. "So if you start not to like it you can try washing it off."

 He laughed at me.

 "Well?" I asked. "What do you want and where?"

 "I don't really know what I want do I know I want on my arm," he said pointing to his upper right arm.

 "Do you trust me?" I asked.

 "Is their a reason I shouldn't?" He asked.

 "Take off your shirt," I told him. His eyes went wide. "You heard me. Take off your shirt."

 He undid he tie and slowly unbuttoned him shirt taking it off. "What are you going to do?" He asked.

 "You'll see," I said moving over to his right side. A few minutes latter my dad came in as I was drawling on Marcel's arm.

 "Why don't you have a shirt on Marcel?" he asked.

 "I'm giving him a tattoo," I told him.

 "What?" He asked.

 "I'm giving Marcel a tattoo with Sharpies because I'm got letting him get one with real ink," I said. 

 "Marcel will you please explain this?" My dad asked.

 "Well I told her I was thinking about getting a tattoo tomorrow and she said she wouldn't let unless it's her with her Sharpies," Marcel explain. "So that's what I'm letting her do."

 "And you trust her?" He asked.

 "I don't think I had a choice because she might have just done it anyway," Marcel said.

 "Good man," my dad said walking away.

 After about half an hour or so. I was finally put the marker down and I looked at what Id had done on Marcel's arm. "I'm done," I told Marcel.

 I looked at me with a smile. "So what did you do," he said.

 "Look at it yourself," I said playing pushing his arm.

 Once he got up I followed him into the bathroom as he looked in the mirror. I had done a heart witch had  3.5.13 in it. Then I did a bird with its wings going up. Below that was a butterfly, I love butterflies so I knew that I should draw one on him. He smiled at me in the mirror and traced some on them with his finger. 

 "Do you like them?" I asked

 "I love them," he said turning around and giving me a hug.

 ~~~~After Dinner~~~~

 I walked upstairs and back into my bedroom. I pulled out my notebook and grabbed a pen and began to write.

I've been in love with the past week. I've made friends for the first time in years, but they still don't know everything about what had happened the time I was adopted by the Millers. I just happened to become friends with a boy band, but they're all really fun to be around. But I love it more when I'm with Marcel. He's been helping me with all the panic attacks I've been having. Then Niall looks some much like Sam, witch makes me want to take care of him. Then there's one of Marcel's brother Edward that wants me. He had started touching me after school today.

Now I'm pretty sure Dave is out of jail. He called me today. He wants to kidnap, and I'm pretty sure he'll start right where he left off. And I don't think I'll be able to take anymore of it, but I'll try my strongest for Marcel.

I know that I love Marcel. He's seen the scars on my face and has helped me through most of the panic attacks I've had here. I love how his bright green eyes look down at me as if I was the only person around. His glasses make him look so cute and adorable. 

There's also my English teacher, Mr.Andrews. I have this weird feeling about him. He had called me Gabriella, he dead wife. He latter told that I looked a lot like her. Then when I was on my way to his class after school when Edward tried getting with me or something like that, Mr.Andrews knew that if I held my breath it would stop a panic attack. Who would just know that?

 I flipped the page starting to get a chorus in my head.

But I'm not crazy I'm just a little unwell, I know right now you can't tell, But stay a while and maybe then you'll see, A different side of me, I'm not crazy I'm just a little impaired, I know right now you don't care, But soon enough you're gonna think of me, And how I used to be

 I put my notebook and pen on the small table that was next to my bed. Switched the lap off and crawled into bed going to sleep.


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