hurt // marcus lopez x oc

- uh oh -

me and marcus then walked up the stairs to see what was up there.

we passed saya and maria coming down the stairs.

"i cant tell if it's clear or not. be careful."
saya said.

me and marcus nodded and continued walking up the stairs again.

we heard something coming from a room and we each stood on opposite ends of the doors.

"3...2...1..."
marcus said and then we both put up our guns and walked into the room.

"no need for a countdown. i heard you coming."
we heard a voice say from inside the room.

"chester?"
marcus said while he kept his gun raised.

"no. fuckface."
chester said as he turned around and hit marcus in the face.

marcus fell to the ground and went to me knees to see if he was okay.

his nose had been broken and he was out cold.

"what the hell chester!"
i said turning around only to be greeted by the back end of a gun to my face.

...

"wakey, wakey, eggs and bacey."
i heard chester say.

i had blacked out when he hit me with the gun and when i woke up, i was on the couch next to marcus with my mouth taped shut and my arms in a rope.

marcus started waking up and realized the situation we were in.

he then looked at me with sorrow which turned to anger when he looked to chester.

he tried to talk but all you could hear was grunting because of the tape.

"oh do him a favor."
chester said as he motioned to someone who was sitting on the couch too.

i had no idea who he was but he looked familiar.

the fat and sweaty guy yanked the tape off of me and marcus's faces.

"don't. touch. her."
marcus said with angry.

"you do realize what's happening right now, correct?"
chester said as he was wiping a knife.

"why the hell are you doing this."
i said, marcus's anger starting to rub off on me.

"y'know y/n, i wish i could be like you. everyone likes you, you've got friends, people are always here for you."
chester said.

"what? you don't even know me."
i said confused.

"of course i know you. and only because i know him."
he said as he pointed the knife to marcus.

"would you stop with the riddles fuckface?"
marcus said getting annoyed.

"WATCH. YOUR. MOUTH."
chester said as he ran over to marcus and put the knife up to his neck.

"CHESTER!"
i said which caused him to turn his head to me.

"you want friends? is that what it is?"
i said.

basically, the plan was to make him feel like we were his friends and then marcus was gonna somehow cut himself loose and then attack.

yes we came up with that in a matter of 6 seconds.

"i never had any."
chester said sounding upset.

if this guy hasn't just stabbed me a month ago, i'd actually start to feel bad.

"well, we can be your friends."
i said as i motioned for marcus to make the move.

"really?"
he said.

"hell no."
i said and marcus picked up a brick and hit chester in the head.

marcus got up and ran and i ran with him.

once we got far enough, marcus cut me loose.

"we gotta get the head."
i said as i started walking away.

"wait."
marcus said as he grabbed my arm.

"what is it?"
i asked turning to him.

"i love you."
he said looking down to me.

marcus, is this the time?

"i love you too."
i said smiling back.

he then kissed me. nothing like he ever kissed me before.

i guess i should've thought about it more but i just thought it was because his nose had just been broken.

i had realized marcus and i were in a room with dogs.

"im coming for you!"
we heard chester say.

"let's go!"
i said as i started running.

"you go!"
marcus said.

"what? no! im not leaving you!"
i said confused.

chester started coming around a corner and he was only a few feet away.

"y/n, please. go! go get the head!"
marcus said once again.

i finally went and ran just like marcus had asked.

i could hear chester grunting and marcus fighting but i didn't turn around.

i ran around the house looking for the head and then i found it.

in a bucket of ice.

gross.

i picked up and almost gagged.

i made it out of the house and into the car.

everyone had already been back except for marcus.

"where's marcus?"
saya asked.

"i don't know. he told me to just go."
i said still panting.

"y/n! get the door!"
maria yelled.

i turned around and saw marcus trying to get into the back of the car.

his nose was bloody and his eyes looked red.

i pushed open the doors and marcus hopped in.

"go!"
i yelled from the back seat.

willie had been in the driver seat and he crashed his foot against the gas and we were off.