[CURRENTLY BEING EDITED AUG.2017] The Arts (Mazzi Maz Fanfic) [R/EXPLICIT]

Slow Recovery

I read the text and walked out to the stairs. Soon, I spotted the purple car and got in; only to be faced with . . .

“Marcey!!!!! How have you been babe?!” shouted Sam.

Oh my fucking God, you scared the scrap out of me!!! I shouted.

“I missed you! The last time we’ve seen each other was when you were in the hospital” Sam grinned.

“Sorry Marceline, Sam was with me already and when I told him I was gonna go visit you; he refused to leave” she playfully sighed

It’s cool, no problem. I hinted.

Sam pulled me in a hug and whispered, “I’m sorry about everything that’s going on” Great, now he knows.

I tried wiggling out of the hug but he held me tighter. I’ll be fine Sam, thanks. I muttered in his ear, causing him to hug me a bit tighter.

He let go of me and Bridget gave me a sympathetic look as well; I’m guessing she knows about my situation as well.

Guys . . . thanks but I’ll be fine.

“I hope so Marceline, your looks and attitude have us worrying” said Bri.

“It’s just that we’ve never seen you like this before; or any one for that matter” Sam added

I nodded. I don’t want you guys to worry about me. Trust me when I say I’ll be fine, I mean it. I need some time to get myself together. I don’t know if I’ll be the ‘Marceline’ that you used to know but I won’t be this grumpy and sour forever.

“Marceline, do you mind if we talk, just you and me and no one else?” Sam chimed in.

I turned to Bridget and she gave me a smile. “Go ahead, it’s okay. I’ll go take a walk and whenever the two of you are done, call me” she smiled as she got out of the car.

“Marceline, let me talk first” Sam said as he grabbed my hands.

I looked down and back at him.

“Maz is an idiot and what he did to you was low but please don’t leave. I know how much you care about your education so don’t throw that away over one mistake; it isn’t worth it. Now, about the whole Maz situation . . . he’s really sorry and I know that won’t make you forgive him but hear me out at least. You don’t know how much you mean to him Marceline; he regrets the things he did to you. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen that boy cry over you. The last time he cried like that was when he came running to my home the day he saw his father beat his mother for the first time. His ‘father’ has beaten his mum plenty of times before but Maz never saw it; he only heard it. At first Maz’s mum would tell him that her bruises were formed because she fell or bumped into something but Maz had a feeling it wasn’t because she ‘fell’. She didn’t want to tell him about his abusive father; so she covered for him. And he didn’t make it into a big deal because he didn’t want to stress his mum out” he sighed

“When we were sixteen years old, we’d go out and paint ’til the street lights turned on. We’d split afterwards and go home. Then one night, I heard loud ruffling outside my window. I saw a shadow get closer to my window and being the guy that I am, I got my Penny board and was gonna use it as a defense weapon. Then I heard someone say ‘Sam, it’s me’, and that’s when I realized it was Maz. I let him in and he fell to the ground, crying. He was shaking and bleeding a bit from the fences he climbed. I remember all this as if it were just yesterday . . .”

~~~~ Flashback ~~~~

Maz, what happened?!

“That fucking asshole HIT HER!! HE HIT MY MOTHER!!” he shouted.