30. Chapter 25
Evie
Numb. I feel numb to this all. Sometimes I ask myself why I even keep trying. I was literally set up to fail in life. I roll over in bed and bring the old, thin sheets with me. It’s been so quiet lately. No guys, nothing.
I jump up, putting on a pair of black leggings a black hoodie and a black mask.
I grab my spray paint and push everything into an old back pack.
Swinging it over one shoulder, I head out.
The streets are quiet. I take a second to rejoice in the peace.
My head is spinning in my thoughts. I just need a second to escape everything. To escape this hell.
The air hits my face and I close my eyes.
The cold kiss of air chaps my cheeks and my lips are dry, as I Iick them.
I threw the black mask over my face, tucking up my hair.
I decided to head over to old town. We have some abandoned houses and old warehouses.
My shoes slide across the broken up concrete.
I stop and take in my surroundings, slipping around to a back alley, I go through an unopened door.
Some people may say that what I’m doing is destruction of property, but really when you look at it, it’s art.
It’s a form of expression and right now, I need to express how I feel about this fucking life.
I carefully slide the backpack off my shoulder, putting it onto the ground before unzipping it.
I take my bandanna and tie it around my face, to add an extra precaution.
I’m not breathing in that shit, as good as I actually think it smells.
I’m not here to huff. I take out the different colors and set them up in a row, taking off all the lids.
I carefully take out my old pair of headphones and turn on some old jams. I need to lose myself in a way that grounds you.
I need to touch the Earth. I need to remember that I am here, that I’m present, and that I’m still alive.
I pull out a small camping light and set it by the cans.
Shaking up a can of spray paint, it’s like music to my ears hearing the clink, clink of the marble.
I guide out the wall and decide what I’m going to do, moments later I'm losing myself.
Using up all my colors, I carefully drop the last can and step back to take a look at my work.
It looks like total destruction. It shows a heart broken in half, bleeding and leaning to the side.
I tagged DEMON on one side and put a butterfly.
Looking at my phone, it's already 5 o’clock.
I can’t believe I have let time slip by.
Sometimes it’s the best thing, though. I don’t want to do shit today.
Though, I need some money, so maybe, I’ll go to work.
My clumsy fingers go to pick up the cans and one clinks and rolls away from me.
I scavenge around for it, and finally find it as a boot places itself over my fingers.
My heart stops as I carefully look up. “Oh my goodness Marcus, why didn’t you say something?” I carefully pull the headphones from my ears.
“What are you doing here Evie.” The question sets me back as I finish packing up.
“Does it really matter?” I roll my eyes, “It’s not like you guys really care or something.
” The ground is cold beneath my knees as I finish putting the cans back in.
I turn my back and act like Marcus isn't there.
I whistle to myself trying to get him and the others out of my head.
As I go to grab the last can Marcus lifts me up, pushing me into the wall.
“Get off me, Marcus. I don’t understand how you guys can go from ignoring me to now, you what?”
He shakes his head and laughs pulling off my bandana and mask.
“No, Angel, it's never like that.” He whispers in my ear. He places my hands above my head in one hand. “Evie we want you. We all want you.You need to stop doing this Evie.” He licks my cheek. I move my face to the side. “Don’t .” He growls in my ear.
Nibbling on my ear he kisses me down my neck.
“I still don’t think you have learned any lessons Evie. ”
Breathlessly I react. “Marcus how am I supposed to when none of you care to be in my life. You guys just haven’t been acting right around me.
” Marcus looks into the gateway to my heart.
In that exact second I know the truth, but I will never admit it.
I know deep down they all love me. I know they think they will save me from this life.
It’s too bad because I was already taken by it before I ever met any of them.
Because of them instead I chose life over death.
I was born into a system that already failed me.
A mother who didn’t care as long as she got what she wanted.
The only father I know is my step father.
I don’t consider him to be a father at all.
I have always been alone until I met my boys. My DEMON boys.
“Shhh.” Marcus moves one of his hands down my body pushing his hand into my leggings. “No parties. Naughty girl.” He smirks, as he finds my clit. “You can be as naughty as you would like, but you’ll always be my Angel.” His thick finger slides inside of me.
“Marcus.” I gasp. “We can’t do this here.” He adds another and slowly sticks my walks in and out.
“What, like this?” He laughs in my ear. “You know that's not going to work Evie.” He pushes his hip into my body. Pushing his fingers deeper inside he scissors me, opening me up wider.
My eyes roll back. “Marcus.” I whisper as a moan slips from my lips.
“Tell me what you want, Evie. Should I stop?” I whine and he smiles at my antics.
“No…..please don’t.” I say breathlessly. Marcus pulls his fingers out and I whine for more. Placing the fingers he used in between my lips.
“None of that or I’ll stop. Now show me what an Angel you can be and clean up your mess.
” I suck in a breath and close my lips around his fingers.
I suck and swirl my tongue. Pulling his fingers out he licks them creating a rumble in his chest. Stepping back he sinks.
“Undress.” I look at Marcus with my eyes lowering and my lips bunching up.
“Yes Angel, do as I say.” I carefully try to undress and practically topple over myself.
Marcus wraps himself around me. “Come on Evie.” He nips at my earlobe.
I try again, pushing my pants down fully this time and taking them off.
I pull off my hoodie and look up to Marcus.
“Now what.” I ask, he smiles at me again, and spins me back over to the mural I just did. Pushing me back to it. My ass plants itself right to the paint. “I’m going to get dirty.”
“That’s the best way to have you.” Marcus runs his hand down me, spreading my legs. Bending down he kneels before me. “Let me show you how much you mean to me.”
He bites my inner thigh and I squeal. “Marcus.”
“It’s just a love bite Angel.” He soothes out the stinging pain. He kisses his way up. I’m still wet from his fingers. He licks my slit and thrusts his tongue deep inside of me. I grab his hair and push him down further. Marcus comes up for a breath. “You like that Angel."
I shake my head frantically pushing him back. “More.” I breathlessly say. He repeats his actions and fills me up, gliding his tongue in and out. He uses my thighs to push and pull me apart.
My ass starts to stick to the wall and I laugh. “Marcus my ass is going to leave imprints if you don’t stop.” He lifts one leg over his right shoulder than one over his left.
“I don’t see any problem in that." With me secured around his neck he dives back in . Sucking my clit and flicking it. Alternating inside my pussy. He carefully sets me down and steps back unzipping his jeans. “Bend over.” He points to an old chair. Grabbing the chair with both hands I lean down. Marcus fists his dick and spits on my ass in between my cheeks. Using his dick he rubs the slit up and down before circling around my pussy and pushing in. Leaning over the old chair Marcus spreads my arms further apart. So I’m spread out.
“You’re such a good girl when you listen, Evie.” I can’t help but blush. He slaps my ass and I yelp. “Look at this mess you made.”
“I did nothing.” I give Marcus my mouth right back.
He slaps my ass again and rubs it. He glides his hands around my ass and leans down so I can see.
His hands have paint all over them. Splattered in different colors.
I look over and see my ass cheeks in the mural.
With my right hand I cover my face. “Oh none of that.” He rips my hand away, putting it back on the chair.
“I’m going to make sure that stays there forever. ” Marcus grins like he won the world.
“Marcus you can’t.” I go off.
“Ya I am now stay still.” He rubs his hand down my spine and slaps my pussy. I whine as he takes out his fat Dick. Pushing back inside I grip my inner walls on to him. “Yes Evie.” I moan even more. “You’re so wet and tight I don’t know how long I’ll last.”
I giggle. “Now you’re making me feel special.”
“That’s because you are. Please don’t let this life ruin who you are.
Don’t let me or the guys stop you from anything you want in life.
” He thrusts back in and out of me. Bending forward he finds my clit and with smooth circles he works me up with him.
I moan and thrust my hips into him as he holds on.
Emptying everything he has he holds on harder not letting me go.
“Just promise me Evie, don’t lose yourself.” He repeats.
“Yes Marcus I got it! Now pull out.” His cum leaks down my leg as he pulls out of me. “Promise to always be the Marcus I love. Because lately that shits not going to cut it.” I tap his chest and walk on over to get dressed.