Three.

Attitude.

Chapter three.

VINCENT.

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I awoke from my sleep to the sound of snoring, making me whine. "Shh." I hear a quiet soothing voice.

I open my eyes, looking up to notice I'm on a plane. A private one.

THE PLANE

I look at the person who stopped my whining and saw Zander sat at his laptop, me next to him and across from Zander was a snoring  bear, we like to call, twat. I mean Sebastian.

I rubbed my eyes and sat up. "Good morning, sleepy head." Zander smiled, "What time is it?" I say sleepily, "2am."

I hum and lean back in the seat.

"I've got your phone and headphones if you're bored. I've also got you a book." Zander suddenly says.

"Yes please." I mumble, he nods and puts my phone, headphones and a book on the table.

I put my headphones on and listen to my mums old voice notes something I do on a daily basis.

'I love you, my beautiful boy.'

I smile softly and listen to that one over and over again.

I love you too, mum.

My foot gets kicked and I lift my head up quick, seeing Sebastian awake now. I take my headphones off and raise a brow, "What." I grimace at him.

"What are you listening to?" He questions, "It's called, 'Nonya beeswax,"

"Asshole." He mutters, "Whiny bitch." I retort, "Asswipe."

"Fanny face." I say back.

"Nobhead."

"Cunt."

"Whore."

"Slut." I smile, a fake one.

"Dickface."

"Cumslut."

We hear a loud sigh come from Zander and we both look at him, "What have I said about your arguing?"

"Not to do it." I answer, "Exactly and you're arguing."

"Well done, Sherlock." I groan, "Brat." Sebastian suddenly says.

"Man whore." I hide my words with coughing but it was still obvious, making me get glared at.

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We've been in this plane for 4 hours now and we have about 3 or 2 more to go. I was getting sick of it.

I lay my head on the table, my phone had ran out of battery and everyone's chargers were in their suitcases because we're all dumb fuckers.

And I don't like the book I got given. I like reading but this book isn't my type. It just isn't that good.

I glance at Sebastian and Zander as they talk about some weird shit. I don't know, I'm not listening.

I tap my fingers on the table, and Sebastian glares at me. I stop and huff.

I then tap my foot on the ground, this resulted in Sebastian stomping on my foot.

"Son of a fuck! What the hell? You fucking maniac, what is wrong with you?!" I shout, and jump out the seat with a whimper.

"Fucking bitch." I snap.

"What happened?" Zander said, suddenly next to me. "He stomped on my foot!" I whined, Zander's eyes went dark.

"Why?" He said and looked straight at Sebastian. "He kept tapping his foot! I could feel the vibrations on the ground, it was annoying."

"So you ask him to stop, politely." Zander said, then told Sebastian to go cool off in one of the bedrooms. The fuck? There's bedrooms on a plane?

He then looked at me, "Are you okay?" I look down at my foot, "Yeah."

He then sits back down and I sit next to him. I begin to bounce my leg, this caught Zander's attention. "You're fidgety. I have a teddy in my carry-on. If you want it, I did bring it for you." Zander says.

"No. Teddies are for children." I say and look down. He raises a brow at me and then frowns. "And who told you that?"

"Some..man." I say re-thinking that haunting day.

~FLASHBACK~

"Mum, I'm scared." I whimper as I clutch my dog teddy, Scruffles, to my chest.

"It's okay, my beautiful boy. We will be okay." She smiles softly, and tucks a loose hair behind my ear. I lean into her as she holds me close.

"Happy 16th birthday, Vincent." My mum congratulates me, "Right now?" I giggle and look around the dirty, rat infested basement we're trapped in.

The door opens and we both go tense.

The man steps towards us and keeps going closer and closer. He stops right in front of me, so I'm looking at his shoes.

"Y-Yes, sir?" I whimper, he sighs.

A harsh slap echoes through out the room and my cheek stings. I can see my mum about to say something but I beg with my eyes for her not to and she listens.

"What have I said about that dumb teddy! They're for children. And you're 16 now," he says, his voice deep and haunting. He snatches it off me making me whimper and pout.

He then rips it and lights it on fire. We watch as it burns to ashes and tears fill my eyes.

He then steps towards me and crouches down to me, he gets the lighter and holds it to my neck, "If I ever catch you with anything childish, I will burn you." He says and burns my neck making me cry out.

Tears stream down my face as he leaves, slamming the door.

~END OF FLASHBACK.~

"-ent? Vincent!" I hear Zander panic, "The fuck is wrong with him?" Sebastian says.

"You zoned out for 2 minutes." Zander worries, "I'm fine, my gosh." I laugh. A fake laugh.

"Just give him the teddy so he will stop fidgeting." Sebastian huffs, "If he doesn't want it then he doesn't have to have it." Zander sternly states.

Except, Sebastian doesn't listen. He grabs the carry-on and grabs the teddy.

Shoving it in my face.

I flinch and stare at it.

It's a monkey. It's brown with a cream coloured face and a brown nose, it has black beads for eyes and floppy arms. It's ears are cream coloured as well and it's tail is curly. The legs are a bit floppy too. The teddy is fluffy, a comforting fluffy. It makes me want to hold it close and cuddle it forever.

It's weird to hold one. I haven't held or touched a teddy since I was 16. I haven't held or touched one since my 16th birthday. I haven't held or touched one since that day in the basement. Since he burnt Scruffles.

Will someone slap me for holding this teddy? What if the pilot finds it weird and hurts me for it? I don't want that..

I look into it's eyes. I just want to hold it close and cuddle it, but I'm not allowed.

I'm about to let go of it but my grip tightens and I frown.

"I don't want it." I say quickly and put it down.

"That's a lie." Sebastian begins, "You examined that teddy for a good 3 minutes, then got lost in thought whilst staring into it's eyes for 2 minutes then spent another 45 seconds or something having a debate with yourself on whether or not you should let it go. You were about to put it down but your grip tightened, so just take it." Sebastian rambled.

"I hate to say this, but I agree with Sebastian, Vinnie. You did do all that." Zander says.

I slowly reach for it and grab it again. A small smile appears on my face.

"Does it have a name?" Zander asks me.

"Yes.." I mutter.

"Marley." I smile softly.

Marley. My mothers name.

"It's perfect." I whisper.

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A/N

MARLEY

I love you all so much and I'm so proud of you. Never give up and keep trying, my lovelies. Stay safe! <3

Take care. :)

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