No More Room To Breathe
Chapter 11
*****************Maika’s POV****************
I got up after Marilyn fell asleep. I gently traced the scar on her back and the identical scars across her wrists. She had finally opened up to me, finally shared some of her past. And. I was in shock. I just couldn’t believe what I had heard. Someone she had cared about…someone she may have even LOVED had hurt her so badly and taken everything from her.
How could this happen to someone like her?
“Umph. Hey dude, watch it! Get out of autopilot mode!”
I turned around to see Christian splayed on the floor. I hadn’t even realized that I’d run into him.
“Sorry man, I had something on my mind.”
“Yeah. I can tell by your face…you’ve got your broody/thinky face on.”
“My ‘broody/thinky face’?”
He laughed. “Yeah man, you get this look when you think of serious things. You’ve got it now.”
Chris appeared from the bathroom. “Hey, let Mar know she can have the bathroom now cuz I’m ready for my close-up!” he said striking a pose. “ ….What’s with the broody/thinky face and why is Christian on the floor? Are you finally sticking up for my beautiful hair?!”
“Marilyn’s asleep Chris, apparently you take AGES to get ready for your close-up. To answer your other questions, I am not sticking up for your hair and I DO NOT have a broody/thinky face!”
“MAIKA! YOU. DO. HAVE A BROODY/THINKY FACE!” I heard Jay yell from the next room.
I sighed, exasperated.
Christian got off the floor. “What’s wrong?”
I drooped myself against a wall. “I was just in my room with Mar and I saw a scar on her back and asked about it. She kinda closed up at first, but then she told me something about herself and about her past. It really bothers me.”
“What was it?” Chris asked, wide-eyed. He LOVED gossip.
“I’m not going to talk about it without Mar here, you crazy gossip hound.”
Chris frowned. “Fine! I’m going to double and triple-check my hair then!”
“Hurry up, bro! We have to leave for the station soon!” Christian yelled at him. Chris had some snarky reply, but it was muffled by the bathroom door. Jay came into the hall and stood next to Christian. They both stared at me expectantly.
“What?”
“Well…we want you to know that if you need to talk to someone-,“ Jay began.
“-someone who’s not Chris and won’t tell EVERYONE!” Christian interrupted with a “HEY!” from Chris.
“-then we’re here for ya, bro.”
I laughed. “Thanks guys. I know.”
Chris came out of the bathroom, letting us know he had successfully checked his hair. I wrote a quick note to Marilyn and we headed for the van. As we pulled away, I saw a familiar car parked down the street.
*That’s weird….* I thought. But I was distracted by Chris’ howl of anger.
“WHAT. THE. HELL.” Chris growled.
“What’s going on?!” I gasped as I ran to the other side of the van. Christian was in the passenger seat grinning, with Chris giving him a death glare, while Jay climbed into the back.
“I called shotgun!” Chris said, pointing at Christian.
Christian just smirked and replied, “I got here before he said it!”
“C’mon guys!” I said. “Can’t we all get along? This is an important day! We’re gonna be on our first radio show!”
“Fine. But I get shotgun on the way back!” Chris mumbled as he got in the van. I went around to the driver’s side, rolling my eyes. My mind strayed back to Marilyn.
I hope I can be the one to keep her safe. I thought as we pulled away.
I didn’t know what would happen after I left.
I got up after Marilyn fell asleep. I gently traced the scar on her back and the identical scars across her wrists. She had finally opened up to me, finally shared some of her past. And. I was in shock. I just couldn’t believe what I had heard. Someone she had cared about…someone she may have even LOVED had hurt her so badly and taken everything from her.
How could this happen to someone like her?
“Umph. Hey dude, watch it! Get out of autopilot mode!”
I turned around to see Christian splayed on the floor. I hadn’t even realized that I’d run into him.
“Sorry man, I had something on my mind.”
“Yeah. I can tell by your face…you’ve got your broody/thinky face on.”
“My ‘broody/thinky face’?”
He laughed. “Yeah man, you get this look when you think of serious things. You’ve got it now.”
Chris appeared from the bathroom. “Hey, let Mar know she can have the bathroom now cuz I’m ready for my close-up!” he said striking a pose. “ ….What’s with the broody/thinky face and why is Christian on the floor? Are you finally sticking up for my beautiful hair?!”
“Marilyn’s asleep Chris, apparently you take AGES to get ready for your close-up. To answer your other questions, I am not sticking up for your hair and I DO NOT have a broody/thinky face!”
“MAIKA! YOU. DO. HAVE A BROODY/THINKY FACE!” I heard Jay yell from the next room.
I sighed, exasperated.
Christian got off the floor. “What’s wrong?”
I drooped myself against a wall. “I was just in my room with Mar and I saw a scar on her back and asked about it. She kinda closed up at first, but then she told me something about herself and about her past. It really bothers me.”
“What was it?” Chris asked, wide-eyed. He LOVED gossip.
“I’m not going to talk about it without Mar here, you crazy gossip hound.”
Chris frowned. “Fine! I’m going to double and triple-check my hair then!”
“Hurry up, bro! We have to leave for the station soon!” Christian yelled at him. Chris had some snarky reply, but it was muffled by the bathroom door. Jay came into the hall and stood next to Christian. They both stared at me expectantly.
“What?”
“Well…we want you to know that if you need to talk to someone-,“ Jay began.
“-someone who’s not Chris and won’t tell EVERYONE!” Christian interrupted with a “HEY!” from Chris.
“-then we’re here for ya, bro.”
I laughed. “Thanks guys. I know.”
Chris came out of the bathroom, letting us know he had successfully checked his hair. I wrote a quick note to Marilyn and we headed for the van. As we pulled away, I saw a familiar car parked down the street.
*That’s weird….* I thought. But I was distracted by Chris’ howl of anger.
“WHAT. THE. HELL.” Chris growled.
“What’s going on?!” I gasped as I ran to the other side of the van. Christian was in the passenger seat grinning, with Chris giving him a death glare, while Jay climbed into the back.
“I called shotgun!” Chris said, pointing at Christian.
Christian just smirked and replied, “I got here before he said it!”
“C’mon guys!” I said. “Can’t we all get along? This is an important day! We’re gonna be on our first radio show!”
“Fine. But I get shotgun on the way back!” Chris mumbled as he got in the van. I went around to the driver’s side, rolling my eyes. My mind strayed back to Marilyn.
I hope I can be the one to keep her safe. I thought as we pulled away.
I didn’t know what would happen after I left.