Oh! Darling

Chapter 15

Marcia's POV

I made it to my parents house and knocked on the door. Tears were streaming down my face, and my cheek still stung.

My mother opened the door with a smile, but when she saw my face her expression changed drastically. 

"Come inside, Marcia darling" my mother rushed me in the house and took off my coat 

"What's wrong love?" My father asked 

"The asshole I married" I sobbed on my mothers shoulder as she gave my father a knowing look 

"I was sure that this was bound to happen someday, see I told you he was no good" My mother rubbed my back and sat me on the couch 

"Tell me what happened" My mother took my hands in hers and examined my face 

"Well myself and John got in a fight" I said wiping some tears off my face 

"What about?" My father asked 

"Well Paul had cheated on his wife Jessica and it struck this whole conversation about how John cheated on my when we were younger and how I know he has while we were both in the public eye so to speak, we started yelling and y'know how John can't always control his temper, he became aggressive and before Paul so do anything John had slapped me as hard as he could manage across the face" I explained 

"My baby" My mother brought me into her embrace and rocked slowly

"I don't see why you're still with him, he's hurt you badly before, and he honestly doesn't care about anything or anyone except himself" My father said now agitated 

"I keep giving him second chances" I sobbed 

"Why?" My mother asked

"Because I love him" I sniffled

"But how do you know he feels the same?" She asked 

"I don't know anymore" I got up and walked slowly 

"Now Marcia love, you've done this ever since you were little, you give people to many try's and then once you're hurt more then once you start to become worse, your common sense flys out the window and your aggression acts up, you're to nice but you can become mean after you're pushed for a while" My mother got up following behind me

"I just don't know" I said softly 

"Marcia?" My mother asked 

"I don't know. I don't know. I don't know..." I repeated 

"Francis, take her up to her room" My mother asked my father 

He took me up to my bedroom and I sobbed all night. I usually had these moments all the time when I was younger and occasionally now. I'd be alone and start sobbing, screaming, throwing things, hitting things. Because I'm so passive I build up all my anger for so long and then explode uncontrollably. 

I sobbed like I said all night, threw things at my wall, broke things, hit the walls, screamed bloody murder and broke down. My parent were used to it, I started this "tantrums" when I was about five, as I grew older they got more serious. 

One second I was cursing my mouth off and the next I was screaming John's name, both in vain and in sorrow. I forgot completely about the baby in my stomach. And I'm praying it's alright. 

After close to two hours of this, my head hurt, my hands and legs had big scratches from broken glass, I had bruises all over, my voice hurt and I was out of energy. It feels like I'm dying, only to find I've come alive again. 

Written by Hannah