Moving out
@toournextadventure Thank you for the amazing source material, that you made! love your writing! Keep it up!
a.n.: English is not my native language, but I tried my best this time too. May be bad also not just because of it, but because I rushed it a little. Needed to get it out of my system.
a.n. nr. 2.:This fiction is of an other fiction: Everyone but Her by the former mention. I guess you already read that if you are reading this, but if you don't then make sure to check it out.
a.n. nr. 3.:THIS IS FOR ALL THE MARCUS HATERS. I LOVE YOU ALL!
a.n. nr. 4.:While I was writing this, I didn't plan on making it hurt like this. It just somehow came naturally. Also I didn't want to write it this vividly, but it just felt RIGHT.
a.n. nr. 5.: Jericho here is literaly replaced by Woodsboro. Just because I wanted to. Some of the places stayed, like Wheathervane, but the rest is Woodsboro.
warnings: child abuse, very vivid abuse, blood (lots of it), very graphic violent scenes, birb unhinged, hurt (sooo much hurt) (bit comfort afterwards) I may have left some out, sry I'm not good at this yet...
word count: 4138 (sry)
Two new bruises. That’s what you got from your dad for defying him at the table yesterday evening. Luckily, you were great with makeup. You could easily paint over the purple patch, that made its way visible on your face. The other one was by your ribs. You would need to avoid hugging today. After making your scars disappear, you put on your Nevermore uniform and got ready to go to school.
You could have lived in Nevermore, if your parents weren’t so obsessive about you living with them. Woodsboro wasn’t that bad. You had friends here and a beautiful, great girlfriend. It was still a mystery to you, how Tara fell for you. She was a normie and went to Woodsboro high. You would have gone there too, but you begged your parents so much, that they finally gave in. Still, you needed to live with them.
When you and Tara met, it was in a small café called Weathervane. You expected her to be just as the other normies from her school; violent, prejudiced, and a colossal jerk. To your surprise, neither she, nor anyone from her friend group met these qualifications. You quickly got along with them and not far after that; she asked you out. It has been a year since that and you couldn’t be happier with her. Sure, she got a little possessive over you sometimes, but she did everything with care and love.
As you got out of the house, you silently closed the door behind you. Marcus wouldn’t get up for another hour, so you needed to stay as silent as possible. Otherwise, you would meet the same fate as yesterday evening. He did it, because he loved you.
‘He does it because he loves me.’ you repeated to yourself in your mind.
Sometime flew by when a car finally arrived for you. Weems smiled through the window. You forced yourself to smile back on her, as you got in the car, and gently hugged her. There was an agreement between her, and your parents. You would get to go to Nevermore, but she needed to take care of how you get there each morning and get back to Woodsboro after classes. She gladly transported you around. You offered to fly there and back, but Marcus wouldn’t hear of it.
You stayed silent during the drive. She didn’t disturb the silence, which you were grateful for. At home, there was always some fighting going on. Whether it was between Nicky and your father, or someone else, there was always something. Last year Nicky graduated, so he didn’t come with you since the year started. You still missed his presence.
When you arrived, she said that she’ll see you around, then went to her office. It was still half an hour ‘till classes started but you didn’t mind. It was time to find your friends and annoy them. Your first victim would be Yoko.
You found her in front of your classes room. With your immense sneaking skills, you tried to walk silently to her, and try and scare her, but were caught in the middle of the process.
“You know that doesn’t work on me, right?” she asked.
“Worth a try!” you smiled.
She opened her arms for a hug, which you took slowly.
“Ok, what is it his time?” she asked, immediately spotting your carefulness.
“I fell down the stairs at home. My ribs hurt like hell…”
“Fell, or were pushed?”
“Fell.”
You couldn’t see her eyes behind her black sunglasses, but her eyebrows were raised high. She clearly didn’t believe you, but she didn’t push it. Then she smiled menacingly and tilted her head so she could look behind you. Before you could react, two hands wrapped around your body, and you were dragged in a tight hug. A small groan escaped your mouth, as the pain hit you. You looked down on the hands that were gripping you. The nails were painted in the colours of a rainbow.
“Hello there, little bird!” Enid said from behind you.
“General Grievous!” you quoted back immediately. Yoko snorted as a reaction.
“Guess what!” Enid said.
“You wolfed out finally?”
“No…” she said, her enthusiasm dissipating. She finally let go of you. The joy in her eyes almost spilling out. “I’m finally getting a roommate!”
“What?! No way!”
“Yes way! I won’t finally be alone!”
“Who is it?”
“Someone new.” Yoko said, “She gets transferred here from Woodsboro high.”
“She’s a bit crazy, but I can deal with that.” Enid continued, ”Her name is Wednesday Addams. Almost nothing to be found of her on the internet, no social media, nothing.”
“Wait, I’ve heard of her. Tara told me she almost killed someone in her school!”
“Well, then we heard the same. Apparently, she dumped piranhas in the pool where the water polo team was practicing.”
“You’re gonna’ be ok, right?”
“Sure, no problem. Just a maniac out of the ocean of them…”
“Still, I’m so happy for you!”
“Thanks. I won’t be a lone wolf after all. Even if only in the roommate department.”
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The hours flew by beside your friends. You and Enid got over every possibility of this new girl. Which groups she may join, and who she’ll be friends with (beside Enid of course). In between breaks, you hang out with the whole group in the quad. Enid tried to subtly flirt with Ajax, but he just wouldn’t get it. Yoko and you would talk about everything and anything. When Ajax wasn’t in a conversation with the groups wolf, he would tell dumb jokes to Kent, who would laugh his arse of on them. They were cute.
You were looking forward to the afternoon, even if it meant leaving school. You had arranged a date at the Weathervane with Tara. You wanted to celebrate the anniversary at the same location you two met. You even managed to reserve the whole café for the event. Tyler was eager to help.
The day ended with one of Ms. Thornhill’s hours. You almost fell asleep with the plants that were all around you. When she finished her class, you almost didn’t notice it. Luckily, Yoko was there to get you up on your feet. You sent a sad smile to her, said your goodbyes than went out the front door. Weems was already waiting on you before the car.
“Get in young lady, you don’t have all day! Someone is waiting for you…” she said, smiling.
“How do y-“ you started asking, but she shook her head.
“I remember the day when your smile couldn’t be rubbed of off you. I know what day it is.”
You tried to hide your blush as you stepped in the car. She was so caring and nice. You didn’t know what you did, to deserve this.
“So? What do you have planned for her?” she asked teasingly.
“Well, I asked Tyler to allow us to have a little alone time in the Weathervane and helped me practice my café art skills. I’m going to serve her, her favourite café, with a bowie knife on it, since she is obsessed with Stab…” you started. Then you went over the whole plan. Weems was just smiling and nodding the whole way as you went into the depths of your plans. When you finished, she made a few suggestions, which you took even without realizing you did. She was right, like always.
When you got home, you thanked her for the ride, and got out of the car. She wished you luck, before you closed the door, and then you watched her drive off. When you couldn’t see her car anymore, you turned to your house. You took a deep breath, then opened the door, and stepped in.
Burnt smell hit your nose. Something was burning. You ran to the kitchen and noticed smoke coming out of the oven. Quickly you grabbed something to cover your hands with and opened it. You took out its content and placed it in the sink. Nothing remained from its original form.
“What do you think you are doing?!” Marcus’ voice came from the kitchen door.
“I- I smelled something burning and came in to-“ you started but were cut of with a hit to your chest. It took you off guard and you stumbled back into the open oven’s door. The burn stung your leg as you fell off balance.
“Now because of you, our lunch is doomed.” his voice was plain and seemed calm. You feared this voice. It meant he was furious. “Clean it up.” he commanded, then went back to whatever he was doing.
“Yes sir.” you mumbled as you got up from the floor. You hissed when you put weight on your leg. The new burn was bad. From the sink, you dribbled some cold water on the mark, and got to work. After you cleaned up after “your” mess, you went upstairs and changed into comfy clothes. When you got ready you took a painkiller, and explained how you will get home to Marcus.
“Seven thirty at the latest.” he said looking strictly.
“Yes sir.” you said, then turned around, and went outside.
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The air was cold and chilly. A slight breeze made its way across the town. As you made your way to the café, you got sink in your thoughts. ‘He loves you.’ But why then? He’s just showing that he cares about you this way.’ Be angry. ‘Don’t. It’ll only make things worse.’ The only thing that got you out of this vicious cycle was the thought of being together with Tara. What a date this was going to be.
You arrived at the café the moment you were supposed to. It was five o’clock and Tyler was already closing for you. When you stepped in, he smiled at you and greeted you with wide arms.
“Hello Y/N.”
“Hey Tyler. How’re you?”
“No need for small talk. I’ve prepared everything for you. Here are the keys.” he threw them to you. “Don’t forget to close up when you leave!” he said and started getting out.
“Thank you.” you said with so much sincerity in voice you surprised even yourself.
He looked back at you, a little worriedly, then nodded. “No need. You’ve helped me too; I’m just repaying the favour. Good luck!” he said as he backed out of the café.
When he left, you got behind the bar, and checked the things for yourself. You trusted him, but wanted to be sure everything is perfect. You lit a candle at her favourite table, and placed two plates there. You asked her here for quarter past five, so patiently waited. Of course, she arrived earlier, noticing you immediately in the building. Your heart melted at the sight of her. The perfect brown eyes, her skin, that reflected the candle light and her brown gorgeous hair. God, you loved her.
She made her way through the café to you, admiring the work that you put in it. When she reached you, her lips crashed on yours again, for what felt too long. Her hands, roaming your body searching at the back of your dress. You pulled away to look into her eyes, then pulled of your shirt, to remove the harness. Your wings sprung out, and you almost struck down the mugs that were displayed on the shelves. You pulled your shirt back, and went back to her lips, while her hands gripped at the base of your wings, making them shiver with excitement.
“I’ve missed you…” she said softly.
“Me too. But this!” you gestured dramatically “will be worth the wait!” you finished with a smirk, then pulled back behind the counter and started making her coffee. She was surprised to say the least when she realized what you were doing. When the latte was ready, she reached for it, but you gently hit her hand, still grinning. She raised an eyebrow, and patiently waited for you to continue. You took out the powder from its place and started working. Her eyes widened the moment she realized what the art was. Her mouth dropped and admiration made its way to her eyes. You couldn’t stop smiling. When you were ready, she awarded you with a kiss.
“Since when do you know how to make coffee art?”
You gasped. “Dear, I’m a natural. What did you expect?”
She laughed, then took the cup to the table inviting you with her eyes to join her. You put up a finger and went to the fridge. When you opened it, you found two plates both with a little cake on them. You took them out and closed the fridge with your leg as you made your way to her. She shook her head, the smile from before widening on her face.
“You’re spoiling me!” she said laughing.
“Just a little. Nothing you can’t take.”
“Did you learn to make the cream too?”
“I must admit that indeed I tried but failed miserably. No. This was made by Tyler. But I did help with grating the lemon!”
She smirked at that. “I knew you weren’t perfect.”
“Excuse my ass Ms. Perfect, but I think you stumbled just as deep as I am when you asked me out. This is on you!”
“As was the test that you wrote an F on because you couldn’t think of anything else but my face?”
You gulped for a moment. You weren’t thinking about her face that day. “We’ve agreed that you really did cause that.” you said challenging her. Then you facepalmed. “Oh wait. I forgot the strawberries!” you tried to get up way to quickly. This made you hiss in pain.
“What is it?” Tara asked immediately, concerned.
“Nothing-“ you started, but were cut off. Why did you let everyone cut you off?
“You know you can’t lie to me. What is it?”
You rolled your eyes then with another too quick move you pulled up your jeans. This made your ribs hurt, and you instinctively pulled your hands to the source of the pain. You saw her worry go to despair, to realization than to anger. You knew you fucked up.
“Y/n this can’t go on like this. You need to do something about him!”
“What?!” you snapped back, a little too harshly. You regretted it already.
She stayed silent for a moment. “Move in with me.” she said so softly, it hurt.
You laughed at her for a second, then you realized she was being serious. Your mouth dropped and you felt like your legs couldn’t hold you anymore.
“I wanted to ask this after our date, but now I feel like I need to tell you. You need to get out of there!” her voice was shaking with hope and anger.
“Tara…”
“Y/n they don’t love you.” They do! “What they’re doing to you is insanity!” It’s their way of… “I love you!”
“It doesn’t work that way Tara.” you said when you finally got your thoughts together. “How would we pay for ourselves? How would I go to school? By the law we need a guardian! Who would that be?”
“Nicky. I already talked with him; we only wait for your approval. My mother left a whole lot of money behind, so while she is off, doing god knows what, I can do what I need. I talked with Ms. Weems too and agreed to work something out with you present.”
You couldn’t believe her. This was too much. Strawberries. You needed to get strawberries. You turned around and went to the fridge for them, not even hiding the pain in your legs anymore. You took them out and went back to her, placing one gently on her lemon cake. She was looking at you worriedly.
“Babe please think about it.” she was pleading. How did this happen?
“Can we get back to our anniversary?” you asked gently.
She nodded slowly. It took some time but you both got over the topic that was now hanging above your head.
Your plan worked wonders. After you finished in the café, you locked up and went through Woodsboro arms in hers. You took her to the places where your milestones happened. The main square; where she asked you out, the woods’ edge; your first kiss and then her house; where you confessed. The whole way, you were talking about different subjects, avoiding Nevermore and your parents. Somehow she managed to start rambling about Stab, so the last hour was you nodding over her theories and possible continuations. When you reached her house, you kissed her hands saying your goodbyes. She took your face in her hands and kissed you deeply, looking at you with heart eyes, full of anticipation.
“I’ll think about it.” you finally promised. Her face lit up, and she kissed you again. Then you looked at your watch. 7:31. ‘Fuck, I’m late…’ “I need to get going. See you tomorrow!” you said, with a last kiss, then made your way quickly back to your house.
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It was 7:47 when you got home. You feared stepping into the house. When you did, you knew you should’ve stayed outside.
“Where were you?!” Marcus’ roar filled the whole house.
“I’m sorry sir, I lost track of-“ you stopped at the hit that he gave you. He struck your former bruise on your ribs. Your face filled with hot-red anger as the air left your lungs. You knelt in pain, not to collapse completely.
“Get inside. Now!” his voice plain, filled with hidden fury.
You got of the floor. You heard his belt being taken of, and your heart filled with fear. Then your back cried out in pain, as the metal hit right between your wings. Your breath hitched and your heart felt like it was a race car, running way too many miles per hour. You heard before you felt, a second hit aimed at your wings this time. You cried out in pain.
“When you live with me, you abide my rules!” another hit. ‘He loves you…’ “You hear me?!”
“Yes si- “another hit. You stumbled down, your breath on the ground. You heard another coming when the phone rang across the room. After it hit, you heard him pulling back.
“We’re not done here.” he said, as he stepped away, to get the phone.
You knew your back was bloodied and bruised. The tiniest movements hurt like there is no tomorrow.
“Sorry sir, I think you have the wrong number…” you heard from the other room.
Move. ‘Don’t.’ Do something. ‘You deserve this.’ No, I don’t. ‘Let him finish.’ Run.
You heard the front door silently close, but you didn’t look up. You head was still hitting the ground.
“Are you threatening me?” Marcus’ voice was in disbelief.
“No… I am watching you…” a mans voice came behind of you. This made your head snap back. You would’ve recognized that voice anywhere. Tara made you watch Stab way too many times to miss it. A black figure was standing with his back against you, knife glistening in his right hand. You wanted to scream, to back away, but your body wouldn’t move.
“What do you mean, watching me?”
“Guess.” he said, voice raised, clearly meant to be heard by him now. He quickly surged forward, catching Marcus by surprise. He cried out in pain. It sounded… It sounded good.
“What do you want?!” Marcus asked in complete shock.
“I want to carve someone up like a pig. You happened to be the closest!”
“T- There are others in the house!” he said without hesitation.
‘What?!’ you couldn’t believe what you heard.
“Oh, yes? Who would that be?”
“The freak in the living room! She- She was here before you. Wanted to rob me!” your heartbeat stopped. ‘He said what?!’ You felt your pulse start again. The thrumming in your ear was so load you thought you would go deaf. Your muscles tensed one by one, each filling with hot, burning rage. You got up to your feet, and went to the corridor to take a look a the scene. Ghostface had tackled Marcus and had him pinned to the floor through his hand. Marcus’ side had a deep, clean cut on it, the fabric above it torn apart. His eye, glistening in fear and horror.
“Here I was, thinking that was your daughter…” He played with his voice in a very familiar way.
“No!” he barked out immediately. “How would I b-“ he was cut short with another stab to his chest. He cried out for help, tears falling down his face.
“Looks like I was wrong in more than one way. Smiths do cry after all! What a beautiful sight! How endearing…” He twisted the knife in his chest.
“Take her…” his words were muffled by his own blood spilling out of his mouth.
‘He doesn’t love me…’ you huffed. This got both their attention. You were leaning onto the doorframe holding your head with your hand. ‘He doesn’t even give a fuck about me.’
With Ghostface looking up at you, Marcus took the opportunity to hit Him in the chest. This made Him loose His balance over him, and stumble back. The scarred man pulled the blade out of his chest and while spitting blood on the intruder, he jumped Him. As they fell to the ground, you stepped away still locked in your own thoughts.
“Lwets swee yourh fhace bhitch!” Marcus spitted out of his mouth, blood dripping over his attacker’s mask as he tore it off.
For a moment, Marcus looked surprised his tears mixing with the blood on his face. Ghostface was a girl. How was he beaten up by a girl?
You froze down in shock. Tara your love and girlfriend was under Marcus, her eyes filled with hatred and anger. She hit him on the side, but it did nothing. She continued to struggle against him effortlessly. Marcus raised her knife, to strike her down. You didn’t think about what you did, you just did it. As your boot hit his side, you didn’t feel anything. As you got on top of him, disarming his right hand, you felt nothing. As did you, when he called you what he did with Tara, just moments ago. But the moment your fist hit his face, you felt relived. So, you did it again. And again. You didn’t know how many times you struck him; you just knew it felt good. You did it, until his face didn’t look human. Until it looked like a deformed and defiled remnant of a once humanoid being.
You didn’t notice that you were screaming the whole time, each strike raising your voice and power. It was a good thing Marcus made the walls of the house soundproof. He didn’t expect to hear you scream of joy. Your throat hurt, but it hurt so sweet. You didn’t feel your hands after you stopped to look at him. You searched for the knife, then when you found it, raised it as high as you could and stabbed him in the face. Then you pulled out and did the same to his chest and heart. You felt his ribs break and the knife hitting a muscle. You could only hope, it was the right one.
As you panted above him, you felt a gentle hand soothing your shoulder. When you didn’t pull away, she hugged you and started telling you kind words. You didn’t hear any of them. Just his screams and whimpers for mercy. It felt. It felt so good.
When you finally looked away you hugged her back and started sobbing on her shoulders immediately. She held you tighter, placing gentle kisses across your face.
“It’s okay.” she said lightly. “He’s gone…”
You started crying. Helplessly and unstoppably. Her scent filled your senses, finally calming you down. You didn’t know how much time you spent in her arms, but you cried your heart out on her. She was there and would never let you go. She tensed up for a second, when you both heard the door open. You snapped your head back, taking the knife out of Marcus’ body. You dropped it right away when you saw Nicky. He didn’t question a thing just went to you, knelt down and took you in his embrace. Tara soothed your back and your wings. She avoided the parts, that were cut up by his belt.
When you stopped crying you stood up and looked down at him. All your fears and hurt gone. You felt free. “I love you too.” you finally said back, looking left to Tara.
She stood up beside you, placing a kiss on your cheek. “Now will you move in with me?”