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knew you were a fighter.”
“I’ll be back. Take care of her for me, Ethel,” Troy said as he slipped out the front door.
“Don’t even have to ask, Troy. I’m here, and Meg is outside with Lo right now. Tell her to head on in and I’ll whip up some hot chocolate,” Ethel said as she pulled off her coat and draped it over the back of the recliner.
“Will do,” Troy shut the door behind him and Ethel turned to look at me.
“I think he’s gone, sweetheart. You can stop clasping your hands together so tight. Your knuckles are turning white, dear.” Ethel slipped her shoes off and walked over to me.
I looked down at my hands seeing that they were turning white. Unclasping them, I laid them on my knees and looked up at Ethel. “I’m pretty sure I’m going to lose it.”
“Let it out, hun. No shame in it. I’ve thankfully never been shot at before, so I can’t tell you how to feel.”
“Hey!” Meg yelled, poking her head in through the front door.
“He told you about the hot chocolate, I take it?” Ethel laughed.
“Uh, duh. He didn’t even have to finish his sentence before I was up the front steps. Need some help?” Meg walked in, shrugging her coat off and put it on top of Ethel’s.
“I got it. Why don’t you sit with Marley?”
“Can do,” Meg said, saluting Ethel. Ethel walked down the hall to the kitchen, shaking her head and chuckling at Meg.
“How ya hanging in there?” Meg plopped down on the other side of Bandit and he laid his paw on her knee and nudged her hand with his nose.
“Um, you know…” I watched Meg’s hand as she petted Bandit, trying not to think about anything. When I started thinking about the fact I almost got shot, I started to lose my shit.
“You know Gravel got shot, right?” Meg leaned forward and pulled the coffee table closer to the couch and kicked her feet up.
“Yeah. He filled me in.”
“Well, I was there. So was Cyn. I’m not sure how Cyn handled it, but I can tell you for the next month after it had happened, I was so damn jumpy and attached to Lo. It got better, though.” Her gaze landed on me and I could feel the compassion in her tone.
“I almost died,” I whispered. Meg nodded her head and clasped my hand. “Troy almost died because of me.” A lone tear ran down my cheek and dropped on my leg.
“It’s not your fault. You didn’t ask for those assholes to come and shoot at you.”
“I need to leave. I shouldn’t have come here. There’s no reason why you guys should be in danger because of me, you barely know me. I’m leaving.” I pushed away from the coffee table and stood up. I frantically looked around, trying to figure out where to start first.
“Ethel!” Meg called, but I ignored her. I decided packing my closet was the best place to start. Even though I had just bought furniture and everything I would have to leave it all behind again. I had no idea where I was going to go, but I knew I had to leave Rockton before anyone got hurt because of me.
I bounded up the stairs and threw open my bedroom door. Whipping open the closet door, I thanked God that I was such a procrastinator and my empty cardboard boxes still sat on the floor. I tossed them out into the open and grabbed a handful of clothes and started ripping them off the hangers.
As I was grabbing the third handful of clothes, I heard yelling and talking coming from downstairs but couldn’t make out what they were saying. I’m sure they were all grateful that I was leaving, even though I’m sure they’ll protest me leaving.
“You packing up all your shit and leaving wasn’t part of our deal.”
I glanced up from my frantic packing and saw Troy leaning on the door frame.
“Neither was us getting shot at.”
“You’re not leaving, Marley. I’m not going to let you run away and I can damn sure bet you that your dad isn’t going to let you go. You need to let us help you.”
“No. This is my mess, and I need to figure out how to fix it. I’m
“I’ll be back. Take care of her for me, Ethel,” Troy said as he slipped out the front door.
“Don’t even have to ask, Troy. I’m here, and Meg is outside with Lo right now. Tell her to head on in and I’ll whip up some hot chocolate,” Ethel said as she pulled off her coat and draped it over the back of the recliner.
“Will do,” Troy shut the door behind him and Ethel turned to look at me.
“I think he’s gone, sweetheart. You can stop clasping your hands together so tight. Your knuckles are turning white, dear.” Ethel slipped her shoes off and walked over to me.
I looked down at my hands seeing that they were turning white. Unclasping them, I laid them on my knees and looked up at Ethel. “I’m pretty sure I’m going to lose it.”
“Let it out, hun. No shame in it. I’ve thankfully never been shot at before, so I can’t tell you how to feel.”
“Hey!” Meg yelled, poking her head in through the front door.
“He told you about the hot chocolate, I take it?” Ethel laughed.
“Uh, duh. He didn’t even have to finish his sentence before I was up the front steps. Need some help?” Meg walked in, shrugging her coat off and put it on top of Ethel’s.
“I got it. Why don’t you sit with Marley?”
“Can do,” Meg said, saluting Ethel. Ethel walked down the hall to the kitchen, shaking her head and chuckling at Meg.
“How ya hanging in there?” Meg plopped down on the other side of Bandit and he laid his paw on her knee and nudged her hand with his nose.
“Um, you know…” I watched Meg’s hand as she petted Bandit, trying not to think about anything. When I started thinking about the fact I almost got shot, I started to lose my shit.
“You know Gravel got shot, right?” Meg leaned forward and pulled the coffee table closer to the couch and kicked her feet up.
“Yeah. He filled me in.”
“Well, I was there. So was Cyn. I’m not sure how Cyn handled it, but I can tell you for the next month after it had happened, I was so damn jumpy and attached to Lo. It got better, though.” Her gaze landed on me and I could feel the compassion in her tone.
“I almost died,” I whispered. Meg nodded her head and clasped my hand. “Troy almost died because of me.” A lone tear ran down my cheek and dropped on my leg.
“It’s not your fault. You didn’t ask for those assholes to come and shoot at you.”
“I need to leave. I shouldn’t have come here. There’s no reason why you guys should be in danger because of me, you barely know me. I’m leaving.” I pushed away from the coffee table and stood up. I frantically looked around, trying to figure out where to start first.
“Ethel!” Meg called, but I ignored her. I decided packing my closet was the best place to start. Even though I had just bought furniture and everything I would have to leave it all behind again. I had no idea where I was going to go, but I knew I had to leave Rockton before anyone got hurt because of me.
I bounded up the stairs and threw open my bedroom door. Whipping open the closet door, I thanked God that I was such a procrastinator and my empty cardboard boxes still sat on the floor. I tossed them out into the open and grabbed a handful of clothes and started ripping them off the hangers.
As I was grabbing the third handful of clothes, I heard yelling and talking coming from downstairs but couldn’t make out what they were saying. I’m sure they were all grateful that I was leaving, even though I’m sure they’ll protest me leaving.
“You packing up all your shit and leaving wasn’t part of our deal.”
I glanced up from my frantic packing and saw Troy leaning on the door frame.
“Neither was us getting shot at.”
“You’re not leaving, Marley. I’m not going to let you run away and I can damn sure bet you that your dad isn’t going to let you go. You need to let us help you.”
“No. This is my mess, and I need to figure out how to fix it. I’m
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