58bΒ°/....And First Fights

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~DABI~







I struggled.

I struggled so hard with Marcus, but it was all to no bloody avail.

No matter how badly I thrashed against him, no matter how much I screamed and hurled curses at the top of my lungs, kicked my feet hard and with wild abandon, punched around like a crazed maniac into the innocent air, hysterical, it still made no difference.

It was a bloody waste of time and energy.

Marcus was hell bent on taking me away from there, taking me away from the catastrophe I was begging so hard to create, pulling me away just as I was seconds away from stabbing that knife into that bastard's throat.

I fought and protested, and he was adamant, hell bent on doing everything to stop me. Anything that would get me as far enough from JJ as I could be.

And with my body, thrown easily over the mini-god's shoulder, a strong, possessive arm wrapped, gripped rather, around my waist in a lock hold I couldn't free myself from, and my legs hanging in the air, thrashing around in all my hopeless attempts to escape, Marcus sprinted up the stairway like a jet, easily, skillfully, and shockingly, skipping as many as three to four steps with me hung over his shoulder, like he wasn't even carrying something as weighty as a human being, but as light as a goddamn piece of cloth.

I couldn't believe it.

I couldn't believe how useless I felt.

How could this Marcus Acha of a guy jack me up like this, and dash around with me like I was a stupid feather?

Absolutely, ridiculously outrageous!

"Get your hands off of me." I grumbled, jumped grudgingly away from him as soon as he let me go and tried to drop me on the bed.

"Leave me!" I pushed Marcus hand away as he tried to help me up when my struggling with him caused me to fall over and across the bed foot.

Annoyed at him for a reason I wasn't sure of, I aggressively threw one of the pillows at him in all my rage and Marc stepped back, slightly taken back by my temper tantrum.

"You have to calm down, please," His voice was shockingly patient still, compromising too, almost pleading.

"Leave me alone." I warned him. My voice, stubborn and graveled.

He did as I wanted. Just as he always did. Even when all I was doing was being a bitch to him for no apparent reason that connected to him. I didn't understand how Marc could be so patient and so sweet. It was almost abnormal. And for a fact, it actually went a long way to die down some of the strong negative emotions that plagued me. Almost entirely.

"Aurora," He had called me softly, like he was trying to soothe me into calmness.

Almost was the keyword. He almost took away all my anger with his sweet, kind demeanour.

But, I was still angry.

I was so angry. I was so, so angry and I couldn't even understand why it was so difficult to contain myself. Sitting on that bed, with hands cupped around my own face, and vision blurring and blinding with lividity, I couldn't just stop shaking in all my rage.

"Aurora," He had called me again.

He called my name so sweetly, and my heart blossomed with emotions, but I didn't look up at him. I wouldn't. I didn't answer either. I couldn't. Despite the fact that this boy knew how to check me in order just by being sweet, I was still too angry to do anything more other than fume like an exhaust pipe on the bed.

I wasn't sure which riled me up the most - Was it the fact that that fool, JJ had accused me of being loose? It wasn't just the insult that hit me hard, it was also the fact that JJ had to think of something so vile about me because he clearly could not fathom the thought of his friend, so praised Man like Acha, having something serious to do with a girl like Dabeluchi Orji, so the most reasonable excuse he could cook up was that he was probably had me over in his house, because he was sleeping with me.

JJ would rather believe that I was a whore, than accept that I could be Marcus Acha's girlfriend. That I could be someone important to him. Of course, why me? Why Dabeluchi Orji?

It hurt like a bastard.

Or, was that all that shattered me there, really? Or was it just the plain simple fact that JJ, that stupid goat, had the bloody audacity to call me a retard?

Recalling everything somehow had a way of bringing back to me all the anger that was slowly dying at Marc's wholesome presence, it was all coming back, little by little, building up into something that could have been dangerous to both myself and Marcus Acha, in front of me.

"Why didn't you let me at him?" I glared daggers onto the tiled floors as I asked him.

"With a knife?" He asked me back, his tone calm, yet somehow, doing so well to scream the ridiculousness of my actions to me.

There was a silence between us.

And by every second of it that passed, my head only grew hotter and hotter and hotter and hotter.

"You're hurt, Aurora," Marcus spoke softly, observing me. I wasn't looking at him, but to the ground, but I could tell. I could feel his eyes, scrutinizing and noticing every inch and bit of me.

I said nothing to him.

Don't come closer, Marc. Just leave me alone.

Contrary to what I gave off, I wanted a hug. I wanted his hug. I wanted to cry my heart into his chest, but how could I convey that to him?

"I'm fine, just go ahead with your friends and -"

Marcus shut me up as strong, but tender hands, wrapped gently around my shaking frame, pulling me to himself, in a soft, warm and loving, tender embrace.

I broke into tears that minute, and couldn't contain my tears. I cried and cried and cried in his gentle hold, and patiently, stroking softly my hair, and soothing me with little kisses on my head, he didn't let me go. He couldn't. He wouldn't.

I realised indeed that I didn't want this hug. I actually needed it.

Marcus didn't even fully understand why I was crying so much, but he still held me for as long as it would keep me calm, patiently waiting until my very last drop.

"What did JJ do?" He asked me when he let go.

It was how he went right ahead to determine that whatever happened between me and JJ had to be his fault, and not mine.

It wasn't just that he asked, it was how he asked it. There was not just a deadly drop in his octave, but there was the slightest edge to his voice as well - a shift in his tone that was a thin line between self control and outright, uncontrollable anger.

Anger?

It moved me really how his voice could attach so much weight and thickness to it, almost in a way that scared me, and still be so chill.

Was he angry?

Subconsciously, I was compelled to look at him.

I wasn't even prepared.

Looking at him, barely setting eyes on this boy whom I called a mini god, shattered me sweetly. Beyond words could explain. It wrecked me.

His demeanour was calm and put together, his hands around me were tender and gentle, yet his eyes.... God, his eyes, those beautiful brown eyes that enthralled me completely with the amount of love and kindness and sweetness they held, looked darker.

Now, it didn't only shove to my face all the love he had for me, in almost desperate agony, it showed me a side to him that I didn't expect. His eyes held something akin to anger. Something so vile. So venomous. So unforgiving. It was scary....

But, I couldn't be afraid of him.

However, if there was one thing I tended to do, that was forgetting how much the littlest thing about me seemed to affect Marc in every way possible.

I always thought this boy had me at his mercy, but the actual reality of this, is that whether knowingly or unknowingly, I had this boy wrapped around my finger, head over heels for me, and trapped in all of me - hook, line and sinker.

"Tell me what JJ did." He looked at me with brown eyes that had long lost all soul, ordering calmly, but demandingly.

I couldn't even decipher if he was actually angry or not, because despite his change in demeanour, his hands on me never stiffened or got more aggressive. They stayed the same - gentle, tender. It was like, everything else asides his eyes, was completely untriggered.

Also, I had seldom seen Marc, ever loving and ever kind Marcus Acha, get angry, so I couldn't even tell what this was for a start, and what could possibly come out of it.

In a way, it was a wake up call.

Why? Because I suddenly started to fear what the outcome would be. It was almost as though this entire situation slapped some hard senses into me and gave me an understanding of what a bad move it was on my path to even attack JJ in the first place.

JJ saw me as a basic whore. If he wanted to ruin my life tommorow in school, he could do it without batting an eyelid. He had leverage to repay me back for anything I may think of doing to him. If he wanted to get back at me for what happened back there, he could spread the news to the entire school, he could trend it all in my name, and make the entire population of Castron High see me as someone I am not.

So, what was I even thinking?

And now, with Marc, acting like this, acting as though he was building up for an encounter with JJ that I knew would be anything but sweet, I suddenly started to realise that we were on our way to making all the wrong moves. Considering that JJ also knows about the Dares and Pledges, what's now the worst that could happen them? JJ not only tarnishes my name in School, but does it in such a way that would make it seem to everyone, and Marc that our entire bond came as a result of a dare from Yure's party? I couldn't risk all that.

"Nothing," I answered Marc in finality, there on, looked away from him in order to lie to him effectively.

Soma always told me that if keeping things secret was going to do more good than harm, then keep it. And talking about her though, even if I hadn't understood yet the facts around her and Kaniru's boys, it still remained that someone like Somadina Best was still in trouble with those unruly boys that were, as a matter of fact, very good friends with JJ. Starting something with the boy would not only affect me, but affect her as well, and in turn, the entire group. There was just so much to consider.

"JJ did not do anything to me." I stayed on that word.

Immediately, Marc's hands left me.

"Are you going?" I asked in shock of his unexpected behaviour; That action took me a bit off guard, so off guard that I couldn't help but rise my eyes with him as he made a further move to stand up from the bed, without any warning.

Was he leaving me here?

He wasn't. Thankfully. But for some reason I didn't understand, he seemed to prefer to move away from me and pick a seat by the reading desk.

I almost asked him why he refused to be close to me all of a sudden, but I couldn't bring myself to....

.... Not when he looked the way he looked.

Marcus had his black hoodie over his head, back of elbows resting upon his thighs as he bent over in his sitting position, enough to be able to cast his deadly glare downwards, in a way that made me unable to clearly see his face. It was a posture, so dark and sinister, so disturbing, like I couldn't even begin to fathom all that was going on in his head.

All I could take note of in his self controlling behaviour was that fact that he would not stop death staring the lines of the tiled floors, as though he was trying to break them with the intensity of his glare, and together, we absorbed all the silence and toxicity of the room into our systems, and while my feelings were emasculating by the second, it seemed to me like acrimony was piling up for him.

I watched him, disturbed within me. The muscles at both his temples, contracted, over and over again - an action that proved to me beyond reasonable and unreasonable doubts that he was subtly grinding his teeth against each other.

Marcus was angry.

He was very angry.

"You're scaring me." I said to him.

I could feel the heat of his anger from where I sat - a deep, unnerving uncomfortable feeling I couldn't get used to.

And although he didn't give a response to what I said, I couldn't have been more certain that he most definitely heard my every word.

Instead, he fondled his fingers against each other, slow and steady, as though it was some sort of coping mechanism, and as anger was brewing hotter and hotter in him, he only remained silent for a few more minutes, a few more minutes that started to turn to a lot of minutes. At some point, I was about certain he would never speak again.

I could only wonder though...

Was it me? Was all that directed at me?

Was Marcus angry with me?

"Do you even know how much everything concerning you affects me, Aurora?"

He had finally said something.

And that question hit so different for me, even if I knew.

"I do."

That was my answer. My voice, quiet and soft.

"Aurora, if you do know, then why are you lying to me?"

I swallowed for a reason I wasn't even sure of. I just swallowed. Possibly a thousand words that were at the top of my tongue. I said absolutely nothing back to him. What could I say really?

"I'm not lying." Was all the words I knew.

It was like the entire room was switching between heating up in burning anxiety, and chilling so cold with every feeling that was unnerving. It was a disturbing mix of both, and it was too much for me to handle.

Quietly, his head rose and his eyes traced slowly from the tiles, and landed on me. Stayed on me. His look, concentrated in all his zeroed rage, and ever in the slightest, hurt.

"I'm not lying." I repeated to his face, unfazed and unmoved.

Whatever moved me to be so adamant with this lie, despite the fact that Marcus was boiling up a notch by the second and on the verge of an explosion, I didn't know.

I stared at Marcus.

He stared back at me.

We stared at each other for an eternity.

Until finally...

"Okay." Was all he said.

That confused the shit out of me.

Okay...? What did he mean by that?

Without warning of any kind, or heeding in the slightest to my confusion, like a dark cloth of anger and darkness and everything sinister had multiplied in its fold and washed over him, overwhelming him with what seemed like a mad, insatiable urge to kill and destroy, Marcus stood up.

My senses were quickly on the alert, and my eyes rising with him, in alarm and a rush of panic.

The boy literally dashed up from his chair so suddenly, like a fucking rocket, shocking me further with a quick cracking of the fingers of his now balled and tightened fists, and a swifter cracking of his neck.

"If you don't want to tell me what he did, then I am going to have to find out myself."

He moved to the door with that goal and there were sirens, millions of them, blaring out in my head, like there was a wild fire.

"No, no, no! Wait! WAIT!" I zoomed off like the wind, ran after Marc with everything in me, slamming the door shut with a loud bang, and throwing my whole body onto it to act as an obstruction on his path.

"Wait!" I pleaded, fear, panic, and anxiety in my eyes as I pressed my back so hard against the door I had already shut behind me, "Just wait, please! Wait!" With shaky, trembling, panicking hands, I made a quick action to bolt the master lock, and turn the combination on it, two times, three times, four times, bolting the fuck out of it and not stopping to turn the lock until it seemed like the iron knobs inside it had even jammed, effectively sealing the lock so tight and trapping us both in this room, as Marc towered over me in all his fury.

"I can't let you go out there when you're like this, I'm sorry, but I just cannot!" I swore it on my life as I pressed onto that door like it was the doorway to my delicate fate.

As a matter of fact, it was.

Meanwhile, Marc was angry. Livid, to say. And there was no better way of making that fact now. His eyes, brown beautiful eyes that I once knew to be so kind and warming, were ablaze now, with a wild fire and a furious storm fighting a deadly battle in them.

He looked different. He looked so different. He looked like a man ready to kill. With that fire and storm also came a strong, unnerving determination in those eyes of his, an overwhelming, astounding, even frightful determination in them that he would walk through this door no matter what I do or say.

"Please," I begged him, on the verge of the tears, hoping he would see that doing what he wanted to do would do me more harm than good.

But, he was so determined.

Jesus Christ. What is this?

"Aurora, move from the door."

He spoke through gritted teeth, and that storm rising within me by the second. His voice, an octave deeper, and his tone, low and warning.

Odeshi.

"No." I refused, adamant.

Nothing was going to make me move.

"Aurura, move-" Marc repeated. This time, his tone more gravelled, more edgy, more scary, "Move from the fucking door."

He punctuated his words with a sharp edge to it that showed that he was losing every bit of restraint and self control he had - a stress in his words that actually made me jolt in sync, swallowing hard, and reconsidering actually doing as he said.

I almost heeded.

But, no.

Worst comes to the worst, Marcus wouldn't push me away. No matter how angry he was, he was a sweetheart. He would never hurt me; I was certain of that fact.

"Dabeluchi."

Ehh?

My whole body visibly dropped in disappointment on hearing how odd it sounded to have Marcus call me that.

Now, my name has changed too...?

I had grown so used to him calling me Aurora, and maybe a few times, he has called me Dabi, but Dabeluchi? Was that how serious this whole thing was all of a sudden?

I wasn't even sure how that made me feel. It was a dull, gut feeling I didn't like one bit. I didn't like it at all.

"I will tell you everything." I said to Marc in a heartbeat.

"I'm listening." He agreed easily.

"But you'll have to promise me that you won't do anything rash, Marc. If you do, your actions won't just be affecting me in the long run, it'll be affecting Soma as well. And the entire Igbo Sisters as a whole!" I said to him.

Whether he could concur or not, I had not a clue. There was silence between us for about four seconds as I waited for him to say something back, but he didn't.

Here goes....

"JJ accused me of being a whore," I told him the truth, "He clearly doesn't understand why I am at your house, and I guess that was the best conclusion he could come

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