MARCUS'S POV
As a young boy I was broken and miserable, very miserable indeed. To take things off my mind I went outside to play a game of basketball.
I only played to get the anger I was feeling out of me. These past days I have got a bit depressed. It's been six long years and nothing has changed.
My dad and his wife have four kids. I'm surprised that their marriage has lasted this long.
I shot my basketball through the hoop and scored. Not only that, but I was good at basketball, but I was never interested in making a career.
It was just a hobby and a distraction I needed to keep me busy.
I joined the school track team to keep myself busy. It was a good workout, and it changed my physique. Even though I was just a fourteen-year-old boy the work gave me a six-pack and a few hard core muscles.
I was really tall and most of my classmates kept mistaking me for a graduate, but I was only in ninth grade. I still had to make my way up the ladder if I was ever going to make it in life.
But most of the girls seemed like the bad boy type, but I was more than just a bad boy. The darkness inside sent chills especially to those who thought that they could try to walk all over me.
In life, I learned that showing weakness was a bad sign my so-called father had taught me that through the hard way.
I might be cold, rude and ruthless, but I always came first in every test and assignment.
Staying with my father and his nagging wife wasn't an option I wanted to choose.
I wiped the sweat off my forehead trying to catch my breath. I was a very grumpy teenager. Furthermore, I was cold and ruthless.
Suddenly a car pulled up next door and that's where I met her for the first time.
A girl with red hair that looked almost orange stepped out of the car.
She looked like one of those Disney princesses. Minnie is always blabbing about them and how cool they are. She always reminded me of mothers promise.
I hope that my sister won't make me watch Lori rock or wink club. I don't like those shows, but Minnie is literally obsessed with them.
And sometimes I'll find myself watching them on YouTube. In other words I didn't actually resent my other siblings. I just hated their parents. And my other siblings never actually treated me like dirt to them. I was the big brother they never had, and I guess they weren't so bad once I got to know them.
The new girl looked around the block absently scanning the neighbour. She wore a short white dress that had black polka dots, her red hair cascading down her back.
She had forest green eyes. Eyes that held that special sparkle full of life she must be a very bubbly girl.
She certainly looked like a ray of sunshine.
Of all the girls I've got to meet at school I think she's the one I liked. My conscience taunted me, but I ignored it and continued playing basketball plugging in my earphones.
The music lyrics flowed in my veins powerfully. Music was always a part of my life that I enjoyed. It gave me a lot of closure and support when I thought I had no one in this world.
You called out my name
Knew my past, covered my shame
This amazing grace
You've shown
So patiently
You've shown
So patiently
And You waited
For me
Just for me
Oh... You waited
For me
Just for me.
Where would I be
If you let me down
Where would I be
If you let me down
Where would I be
If you let me down
Where would I be
If you let me down
But you waited, waited
You waited, waited
You waited, waited
You waited, waited
Where would I be
If you let me down
Where would I be
If you let me down
Where would I be
If you let me down
Where would I be
If you let me down
You waited, waited
You waited, waited
You waited, waited
You waited, waited
You waited, waited
You waited, waited
Where would I be
If you let me down
Where would I be
If you let me down
Where would I be
If you let me down
Where would I be
If you let me down
What amazing grace
You've shown
So patiently
You've shown
So patiently
And you, you waited
For me (Just for me)
You, you waited
For me (Just for me)
I don't know if I believed in God or not, but this was one of my favourite songs. It gave me hope somewhere out there beyond the unknown was looking out for me just like my mom would do.
If I was supposed to die that horrible day I lost my mom. Some strong force must have intervened and stopped my father from murdering as well.
I saw the hate in his eyes that day and trust me the feeling is mutual. I never really liked him as well.
Worst of all I looked a lot like him black curly hair, charcoal grey eyes, some character traits, but I had my mom's values and heart.
I wasn't sly and wicked as him.
CHELSEA'S POV
When mom said we were moving I almost went crazy. I love my home town, but I hate being cooped up in the home town I've lived in ever since I was born, precisely nine to ten years.
I wanted to be somewhere new and explore a new different place. My mind was always eager to learn new facts of life.
But my mom and dad would never want me to be an explorer, but I loved fashion and blogging. I made my own outfits and blogged them online on my website, and it has tons of followers.
Oh, I forget to introduce myself I'm Chelsea Evans, and I am someone who is strong-willed and fierce.
“Are we there yet?” I asked tiredly looking at the buildings that we drove by.
My parents seemed lost in their own world.
“No darling but we'll be there in less than an hour” mom said softly, and I nodded quietly.
I plugged in my earphones and listened to my favourite song as I sang to my favourite lyrics.
Forty-five minutes later the car came to a stop when I glanced outside the window the car was parked in front of a lovely modern house.
I removed my earphones and placed them back in my bag and got out of the car looking around the place.
It wasn't that bad, but it could use a few pretty flowers and some homegrown vegetables.
My family and I simply love homegrown vegetables plus I'm a vegetarian, so the maths totally adds up.
Dad got out of the car and began taking out our luggage taking them into the house.
“Honey don't wander off on our first day here”
I smiled at him.
“Yes dad I promise.”
The last time I wandered off I got lost, and I went missing for almost two days. But dad knew some professionals, and they found me sleeping in a horse's stable.
My parent's and often move to new towns mostly because my dad is a researcher, so it requires a lot of moving from time to time.
I had a feeling that I would like it here.
CHELSEA'S POVSometimes moving around the world was hectic mostly emotionally because you end up getting attached to people. And one morning you'll wake up and snap you're leaving again abandoning the people you truly care about.Dad had promised me that this was our last move and honestly as much as I love exploring I was relieved.Mom and dad wandered off inside the house leaving me to do some personal research.I looked around the block and my gaze landed on a certain house where I saw a boy at a distance playing basketball.He had black hair, and he was wearing basketball shorts. He kept scoring, and he got my attention; he was also shirtless, showing off his six-pack.His abs and muscles glistened in sweat. He looked like the bad boy next door. Every good girl's weakness.I found myself walking towards him.“Maybe we could be friends, and he co
MARCUS'S POVHer name was Chelsea. It was such a lovely name, and it suited her as well.It was clear that she wanted us to be friends, but honestly we could never be friends and I didn't have the time to make friends. I was too busy trying to straighten out my messed up life.I was too busy dealing with the darkness that I've kept inside me ever since my mother passed away.Furthermore, I felt like exploding and going on a rampage whenever I saw my father's face.He deserved to be sentenced to death for what he did to mother, and I promise one day I'll make him pay, and he'll have to face the law for the murder he committed years ago.I was full of darkness, and she was a ray of light and I would only taint her with my inner demons.My darkness was contiguous.She was full of life, bubbly, cheerful and happy while I don't even remember the day I smiled.
MARCUS'S POVI was surprised that one single statement made her leave. Once she left I smirked and went back home.By the time I was arriving home it was empty, and I saw a sticky note on the refrigerator.“Cindy has gone into labour and your brother and sister will be spending the night at their grandparents house.”“Food is already in the refrigerator, just warm it and don't burn down the house.”I grabbed the note and shredded it to pieces. I opened the refrigerator and took out my meal a few minutes later I placed it in the microwave.My thoughts wandered off to Chelsea, the new sassy girl on the block. A small smile curved my lips and I slumped on the sofa and turned on the TV.Flickering through the channel list searching for something to watch, and usually it had the most boring shows ever.The microwave dinged, and I got up
MARCUS'S POVIt seemed like an endless tunnel full of darkness. I kept following it each step I took sent a chill down my spine it was oddly cold and silent.The only sound that I could hear was my rapid breathing.Where the heck was I?My eyes lazily scanned the room but I couldn't make out a single thing in the darkness.Then I heard a voice singing."Once you wish upon a star…make a silent wish in your heart.""Is someone there?!" I yelled but my voice only echoed in the darkness and the song stopped.The darkness inside me was haunting me.Something rushed past me and I fell to the ground staring at the darkness. It slowly began to disappear and I found myself in a forest.It sinked and reeked of very foul smells.I covered myself quickly when I felt my stomach churning.Oh no I was
CHELSEA'S POVI was surprised to hear that someone had gotten higher marks than me. When Mr. Smith congratulated Marcus. I was astonished and I stared at him in surprise.He was a bad boy, good looking and smart that was definitely a dangerous combination.My mini me cheered happily."We found our perfect match M.A.R.C.U.S!"she yelled and threw up pink pom-poms in the air excitedly and did a split with a big grin plastered on her face.I closed my eyes and shut her off.She's had enough excitement for one day once Mr. Smith left and I turned to Marcus, our eyes locked and I gave him a small smile."Congratulations you deserve it" I said sincerely and he gave me a stern nod and fixed his gaze on his results."Thanks Chelsea."Mr. Smith wrote some notes on the board and I took out my notebook and began scribbling my handwriting in it.&nbs
CHELSEA'S POVEver since Marcus and I ate lunch together we've been inseparable.I actually kept our friendship a secret if my father had to find out about my friendship with Marcus he would definitely freak out.I can't believe that it was finally Saturday that meant that Marcus and I would hang out today.I searched for the perfect outfit and decided to wear a red mini dress paired off with a denim jacket and black Converses.I tied my hair in a high ponytail and applied some pink lip gloss. I don't know why but I just wanted to look perfect.And today was also my eleventh birthday.And said that he wanted to show me something cool before my birthday ended.Judging by how clingy my parents became these days escaping for a few hours would be hard. My dad would easily get suspicious if unexpectedly disappeare
MARCUS'S POVI was very thankful that I didn't have my father's unfortunate stupidity. I had his looks but not his brains.I was a straight A+ student but my own father never seemed to care about my grades. Only one person genuinely cared about my grades.And that was Chelsea.Once I was awarded for being the best student Chelsea was thrilled it made my darkness less.Chelsea places a comforting hand on my shoulder and I snap out of my thoughts."Hey is something?" She asks curiously and I nod negatively.The last thing I wanted to do is make her worry about my shit.I can take care of myself just fine.I gave Chelsea an assuring fake smile."I'm fine Chelsea don't worry yourself."She gave me a doubtful look." Come on Chelsea I said I'm fine so don't worry and let's finish eating" I muttered coolly pointing at ou
MARCUS'S POVWhen Chelsea went for summer and Christmas holidays it was always hard saying goodbye to her. She loved spending the holidays with her old folks but I often missed her so much.I wanted to call her and just listen to her voice but my inner conscience would always taunt me. It often called me clingy and that always stopped me from calling her.It's been years and I still haven't gotten a clue about my so-called lost sister. My mother had left such a big task on my hands.I didn't even know what she actually looked like. I was only left with the definition of her birthmark.It's star shaped precisely on her neck.I wish she was still here, maybe things would have become this hard.I wouldn't be the broken boy Chelsea and I would have been good to her.I haven't told Chelsea about my lost sister but from what I know mom gave her away to some rich influent