Midnight melancholy
Yet again marcus had tried to extend his help, to do something that wasnt just for selfish gain. And yet again his motives were questioned and ridiculed untill another bickering match reared its head. It shouldnt piss him off, But it did. It shouldnt get to him, But it did. He should be use to the second guessing and the questionable looks, but he wasnt. They all demanded he change but when he made the first step towards that change, they just knocked him back every time. Myras words he could take, hell 80% of the conversations with josiah held cruel insults or taunts. But it was her expression. Like she expected little else from her big brother. Like hed just proven her point all over, regardless to help he has given her in the past.
He found a bar on the outskirts of the hellhole town that kept pulling him back in. He walked in as a respectably dress, suited and booted man of stature. Head high and back straight. But 4 hours later he was falling out the doors, after having an altercation with another patron. According to the other man, marcus just had a face you wanted to hit. So he had.
Marcus may have encouraged the situation a bit with some backhanded remarks about the guys filthy overalls and hard hands. But he couldn't really remember as he made his way along the edge of the road.
None of this would have happened if marcus had been at the bar beforehand. He knew there was a risk of danger but had ignored it in favour of chasing that stupid deal with Clive, which ended up ruined anyway. Then another 2 days getting hold of the other contacts he had so that clive wasnt left totally in the dark. He wanted to make a decent impression on abis father. The reason why, he wasnt sure about yet. But all of that had distracted from the reality of neros life being in danger, and bratty little brother or not he was still his brother.
" cant even get it right when its spelt out for me" he grumbled to artemis, kicking a rock on to the verge.
The pair slowly made their way up the darkened driveway of neros house. He fully intended to sleep in the barn, making use of the backseat of the old car that still had no wheels. But as he got closer, a light flamed to life on the porch and it blinded him.
Hand infront of his eyes to shield from the sun like glare ahead, he hissed out " turn the fucking light of nero". His jacket had been lost somewhere on the road, shirt open at the top thanks to 3 buttons having been ripped off. Dried blood on the collar and his hair tied back in a small messy bun. If he looked half as bad as he felt, it was like utter shit.
