Part Seven: Punch In The Face

As I turn around to face Marcus, I'm bamboozled to see the extremely hot guy my mom was talking to."Oh hi, I thought you were someone else", I say sign in relief. "I'm sorry, didn't mean to scare you", he says he's chuckling.

"It's okay", I say. "Just wanted to say your mom's looking for you", he says grabbing his keys from his coat pocket. "You're leaving", I ask, knowing my mom probably wanted me to keep her company. "Yeah, got to go pick up the kids from school", he says sighing, "They had detention again".

"Okay", I say turning around to walk away. "Tell your mom, I won't be long", he says walking to his truck. "Okay", I shout once he's already in his truck.

The moment we entered the house, it felt like you were at the zoo. It was packed to the top with people talking and some dancing. Me and Luis decided to split up look for my mom, who was probably stuck somewhere in between all these people.

"Mom", I say to crowds of people. "Hey Daniel what are you doing here", ask Andrew walking up to me, with the girl clown around his waist like a monkey. "I'm looking for my mom", I say as I continue to look around.

'I saw, your brother with your mom, just a few minutes ago", he says. "Oh great, who's this", I ask pointing at the girl beside him. He smiles at the girl and mouths to me 'fling'. I roll my eyes and mouth 'oh'. "Hey babe, I'm going to go see my friend", Andrew says to his "date".

She nods and walks over to a group of girls. "Finally, free", he says sighing. "The poor girl was probably traumatizing, she didn't even talk", I say laughing. He rolls his eyes and says, "Come on let's go see Marcus".

I follow Andrew across the pack "dance floor" and up the staircase to a door. "Hey people I'm back", shouts Andrew jumping on the bed, leaving me standing at the door, looking stupid. "Look who I found", says Andrew pointing at me.

For the first time, since I came in, Marcus and Ramiro turn to me. "Danny, we were just talkin about y-", says Ramiro, before being elbowed in the rib cage, by Marcus. "What the fuck Marcus", says Ramiro pouncing on him.

As the two of them continue to wrestle, I just looked around. The room was humongous, it was probably the size of my room and Luis's combined. The room was adorned with posters and pictures of cars and motorcycles. In the middle of the room, next to the wall was his bed, which was covered in the navy blue with black stripes cover. The rest of the room is covered in moving boxes.

"Okay, you guys stop fighting", says Andrew pulling them apart. "Um... anyways, I got to go", I say the moment I step out of the room my back collides with someone.

"My bad," I say turning around to see Sam. "Danny, I was looking for you, let's talk", he says rubbing his neck. "I don't want to talk", I see stepping back. He doesn't care though, instead he grabs my arm pulling me towards him.

I was about to say something when Marcus's voice booms from behind me, "Let go her fucking moron". Sam sighs and whispers in my ear, "We'll talk later". He lets go of my arm and walks away.

"What the fuck is his problem", asks Andrew popping up behind Marcus. "He just wanted to talk", I say, looking everywhere, but Marcus's eyes, who are burning holes through me. "Talk about what", asks Ramiro materializing behind Andrew.

"Stuff", I say simply. Just when Marcus was about to ask a question, Baby comes running towards me. 'What happened", I asked getting worried. "Something happened downstairs", he says, panting from running all the way upstairs.

As I run down the stairs, with the boys behind me, I can hear someone screaming downstairs. The moment I reached the last step of the stairs, I tense up.

Waiting for me at the end of the staircase was my dad. The moment he saw me, tense, he reached for my hand. I quickly pulled my hand away, and looked at him straight in the eyes.

"You have no fucking business here", I say to him. He laughs and grabs a fistful of my hair. "You have no fucking business here either", he's whispers into my ear, as he pulls me across the living room.

"You better let go of her dumbass", says Marcus with a low growl, his eyes going darker shade of green than usual. "And who the fuck are you, dip shit", says my dad laughing. Not a second after my dad lets go of my hair causing me the ground hard.

Just a few seconds after, Andrew comes rushing over to help me get up. As Andrew helps me over to the stairs I look back, to see Marcus beating the shit out of my dad.

"MARCUS", I shout, making him turn around to face me. The moment he turned, my dad takes the advantage to hit him square in the face. I let go of Andrew, who tried to forbid me from going anywhere, and go rushing to Marcus's side.

Marcus groans as I kneel beside him. "You moron, why would you do that', I say, watching my dad get carried away by some security guys. He just winces as I gently touched his bruised cheek.

"Let me get some ice', I say attempting to get up. "No", he says pulling me back down. As Andrew and Ramiro get some ice, I run my hand through Marcus's curly hair.

"You didn't have to do that", I say tears, falling from my eyes. "Don't cry", he says sitting up. "You really didn't need to do that", I say wiping away straight tears. "Yes I did, if I didn't he would have hurt you even more", he says moving closer to me.

"I really....", he says, making my heart skip a beat as he moves even closer.

*Hiiiiii I'm back people, remember that I will only be posting tommorow. Until further notice, I will be putting this story on a hiatus. Which means it will paused, while I write my other story, The Z-Virus.

Take care y'all.