the drink

3 months.

New year , semester has ended and I don't know where this man has disappeared. Three months. Is he serious?

The video was gone the same night.

It's mid February now.

I shouldn't think about him this much. I should be worrying about what to wear to Alyssa's party. I know she's going all out.

I think I'll just go with this one.

It's brown and goes to my ankles. But shows too much of my tits. But it's okay. I think. Her themes is naked. Which is different? I know there will be naked towards the night but also the shades. I mean it's Alyssa.

I place my necklace outside for the first time in awhile. I feel naked without it. Even if I shouldn't not have on any sign of his marking on me. I do. It's been calm. Too calm.

My and Alyssa seem to be back to normal.

Marcelo POV

"You're here." I immideatly see the wicked witch.

"Yeah, I'm here."

She looks...scared.

"How did you get in. This entire place is filled with people who would kill you."

"This entire place is filled with guys who would kill you, have you even looked closely. You don't have a huge party and expect only one block did you?"

"Do you even care about her?"

I know what's she's doing.

"I'm not stupid. At least I don't get caught fucking a twenty one year old who has an entire .."

She doesn't finish it.

But I know what she was going to say.

"Alyssa where is she?"

"I don't know."

I don't have time for her.

"She doesn't care about you."

I don't take the words to heart. I never believe anything that comes out of that bitches mouth. I can still kill her. But that wouldn't be the smartest idea at the moment.

I leave her and go into the kitchen. I can feel the tension around the entire place. Where is she? My eyes are focused on Alyssa though and how she's talking to some other girl. Ranting it seems. Alyssa is scared. I pull out my phone and text her.

Maybe she was home?

"Outside."

She'll know it's me. I look back up and scan across the room. My eyes land on her phone. In Alyssa's hand. Alyssa's eyes go upstairs. She looks back at the friend and starts talking.

Alyssa is scared.

I make my way through the crowd again going upstairs. Bathroom. She would be in the bathroom. But she's not. I start checking every room. Until I hit one with the shuffling.

I'm going to murder her.

Serena POV

I don't want to look at him. I don't even want him be near me. I shouldn't be mad at him. But I am. And I know he can sense it. He hasn't said much.

The ride was quiet. His touch has been gentle. And it's the next morning from that party. My heads pounding. Aching. Every inch of me is aching.

When he's done closing my wound again he brings my shirt down over my stomach.

"You have to eat."

He thinks I don't know that. He watches me stand up from the way too large bed in his way too large mansion. That's mostly all glass.

"Do you like milkshakes?" He tries making conversation as I follow him down the long stairs. I just want to sleep but I am hungry. I'm just scared it'll go back up. He's trying.

I sit down on the kitchen stool. There's already a lot of food in front of me. He made everything. Literally. I kind of loose my appetite staring at all the food. He doesn't know what to say or do.

"Tell me what happened." He didn't even let me drink the water before finally asking.

"I thought you would know since you know everything." Not the time for attitude. "Serena."

"Stop saying my name so much."

I hate him.

"I want to go home."

"You can't."

"Why not."

"You can't be seen right now it's not safe." He can barely look me in the eyes while saying it.

"I don't care I want to go home."

"You're hurting, you can't."

"Well I don't want to look at you anymore."

"There's eight rooms , make yourself home."

"Fuck you."

He's quiet now. I am too. He gets up first. Going somewhere I don't care for. I get up as well. Go upstairs into the room I could 'make home'.

I stay in the room the entire day. I don't check my phone. Only use it to lie to my dad because I don't need him worrying again. Alyssa is asking where I am. I haven't moved. He hasn't checked for me.

It's already nine. My tears start to fall. I'm sitting up on the headboard and I'm just crying. I tell myself I'm fine. I keep wiping my tears and get myself together but I can't. I close my eyes. Every time I do I see them and feel them. I'm always feeling them.

I stand up and go to open the door. He's standing outside the door. Maybe three steps away.

My eyes are red and burning. I look like shit and I know he doesn't want to pity me. I don't want him to pity me.

"I'll take you home."

"If that's what you want." I don't understand how someone's voice can be so calm. I heard him yell. He was so angry. And it was scary. I was thankful but also scared. I don't know if he hides that side to me or everyone. But he's good at keeping an exterior the same.

"What are you going to do to them?"

"Nothing."

"What did you do to them?"

He's quiet.

"Did you kill them?"

"Is that really how you see me?"

Yes.

Why is he mad at me. I can feel it. At the table was the first time he's actually shown some sort or annoyance.

"Just take me home."

He mumbles something while I start walking down the stairs. I ignore it. I ignore him the entire drive. The drive is probably 45 minutes to an hour. He looks over at me too much throughout. When we get into the neighborhood I realize I don't want to go home.

The streets are empty like usual and this time my dad is home. This time Marcel parks right in front of my place. The lights are off. He's asleep. Most likely the coach.

"Is here what makes you feel safe?" He asks staring at my window. My curtains are slightly open.

"I don't want to be around you." I state.

"I'm not going to hurt you."

"You already have Marcelo." I look over at him.

"I was drunk, there were three guys that raped me on a camera. I don't know what more is there to know."

"But thank you for again being there on time to save the day."

"Do you blame me?"

"It just doesn't make sense. Ever since you came into my life. My mind has been on you. First the video. Now this?"

"I don't blame you."

I should've blamed him.

I didn't see him after that night. After the first month Alyssa died. I spent the next three months trying to heal. He was gone for four months. There has never been so much chaos in four months.