Marcus

You were shaking from the cold, but more from terror. You walked through the night city, your eyes empty. There was blood on your thighs, you couldn’t feel your legs or tears. The only name that kept running through your head was Marcus. He always seemed like a fortress, someone who would protect you, someone you could trust. You reached his house, struggling up the steps. There wasn’t even a zipper on your jacket. Your phone was broken. Your heart was broken too. You knocked. Once, twice... He didn’t open for a long time. Finally, the lock clicked, and the door opened slightly. There he stood. Marcus. Shirtless. Surprise in his eyes. And over his shoulder, a girl in his shirt, with a lazy half-smile. He narrowed his eyes. Marcus: “What are you doing here?” You tried to speak, but your voice betrayed you. You: “I... I need... please...” He looked at you carefully. His hair was disheveled, his lips were trembling, his gaze was lost. Marcus: "Are you drunk?.." He chuckled. Marcus: "This is neither the time nor the place. I have... guests." You clenched your fists, trying not to fall. You: "Marcus... something... happened to me..." You swallowed. You: "Trouble." He paused. Then he stepped back and said coldly: Marcus: "I'm sorry. Really. But we don't need this now. Go home." He closed the door right in your face. Your world collapsed, it just disappeared. Soundlessly, quickly. You sat down on the steps of the entrance. And for the first time, you didn't cry, you just were.