you and marcus were enemies

he promised to make your life a living hell

you made a late trip to the store picking up some soup to nurse your cold

on your walk back home the cold nips at your skin

is that you y/n? a voice calls out from behind you

ignoring the voice you continue on, your fingers and toes numb

im talking to you *his tone raises frustrated

go away ive dont nothing to you you call, tired

your bag is ripped right out of your hand

you sigh not wanting to amuse his little game so late in the night

leave it, please. im tired and i just wanna go home. you admit in defeat

he laughs “you dont just get to go home” he spits

“your family ruined mine” *his eyes showing different emotion

tears well up in your eyes. the accident was years ago and you both werent there to witness it

i lost someone to marcus I- you say through tears

“no you dont get to mourn it was your fault. yours.”

he drops your bag leaning in close “and ill make you pay for it y/n”