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Warning: Contains some nudity.
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Many days after I had last seen Marty, he showed up again by the side of my house early one morning.
He told me that he missed me very much and wanted to see me again. His face was covered in dirt and he reeked of sweat and body odor. I tried to invite him into my home to shower and clean his clothing, but he rejected my offer and told me he had to be on his way.
"Thank you, but I must go now. I have some things to do. I will be back and explain things to you again soon! I promise," he said as he started to sprint off.
"I WILL BE WAITING!" I shouted at him as he ran off into the distance.
As the time passed on and the minutes turned into hours, I couldn't help but wonder what to do and if he was actually coming back. He was always disappearing and came back even more dirty and gross than before. How could someone want to live like that? Where did he even eat or sleep?
Nothing was happening in my life, other than having gained some weight. I had been feeling very self conscious, which for me was strange because I had no reason to feel bad about my weight. It's not like I had friends or family to judge me or anything, plus I was pregnant...
As I finished my morning routines, I ran a hot bath for myself and tried to relax. Since I found out I was pregnant, I hadn't fully accepted that I was carrying a baby in my womb that someone forced on me without my permission. Even though he wasn't aiming to get me pregnant, either way, conceiving was a possibility.
When I got out of the bath and finished dressing, I began walking into the bedroom. I heard a few stones smack against the glass of the first window in the room. I quickly ran to the window to see what was happening. As I looked outside, lo and behold, Marty was there at foot of the house.
We stared at each other; our eyes locked as we gazed through the sun-glared window glass. My eyes wandered and focused on his left hand, which glowed a brilliant red and charred brown in the sunlight. He saw me staring at his hand and he called out to me. I heard his muffled cries through the glass and I smiled and we met each other outside near the back of the house.
And he proceeded to tell me a story of a woman and her child... "There once was a young woman who had a son, a boy only two years old. They lived in an old house with the father of her son, but their lives were miserable because of that man. He was constantly threatening them because he enjoyed seeing the fear in her eyes," Marty began his story.
"The young woman, Darla, was just a teenager when she was persuaded by him to leave her home and stay with him. Soon after, she found out that she was expecting a child. She was more than excited to be having a baby, but she was frightened that her baby wouldn't have a good life if she stayed there with the man.
No matter how hard she tried to think of ways to escape, the man was always one step ahead of her and soon she fell into his trap and became his slave," Marty continued.
"What was this man's name?" I asked.
"The man, Martin, was strong and manipulative. He loved to make people quake in fear and laughed at their pain," Marty answered.
"Martin... Maybe that's his dad? I mean I doubt it's a coincidence that he is telling me a story about a guy named Martin and his name happens to be Marty. This has to be about his family!" I thought to myself. "Why was she never able to escape?" I asked Marty.
"She was always more concerned about her son's well being and wanted to protect him no matter what. If she tried to escape and failed, she would lose her son for sure, which was something she couldn't handle," Marty replied.
"One day, Darla had woken up late and forgot to cook dinner for Martin. When he came home and saw her with their son and not making food for him, he freaked out and pulled out a gun. He shouted at her and demanded that she get to work right away.
'Take the child into the bedroom and get to making dinner now!' Martin exclaimed as he held the gun to her head," Marty said.
"Darla did as she was told and took her precious son to the bedroom. She didn't want anything to happen to him and she prayed that she would be able to rid her life of Martin all together as soon as possible," Marty continued to say.
"However, because she stood up for her son and tried to put a stop to Martin for once, she ended up cursing herself and sealing her fate," Marty stated, "She was doomed."
Marty paused for awhile and sat with me against a log in the back of the woods behind the house. We were relaxing in the nude in the sunlight under the shade of a pine tree.
As I sat next to him with his cool skin against my breasts, I felt the scar on his left hand moving and flickering like the flame on a candle. He was depressed and upset. He wanted to tell me the whole story, but at that time, he wasn't able to continue. I guessed something tragic happened to his mother and he just isn't ready to talk about it.
I encouraged Marty to lay on the grass with me for awhile. He laid me down on the cool, dry grass and laid down beside me with his arm behind my head.
"I wish that you would stay with me forever in this place. I lo-," he tried to whisper to me. He sat up and looked into my eyes and whispered,
"I loo-ve you."Surprised, I looked at him and said, "I love you."
He asked me to come over to an old bench over by the lake.
We sat down on the old rickety wooden bench and he leaned into me, breathing deeply. I could sense he was in pain. In the corner of my eye, I could see his left hand flaming with a bloody color and began to creep closer to his elbow. He was aching and almost in tears, but he still stayed by my side. He wrapped his hand around my back and held me close to him.
And as he kissed me, I felt a sudden thud in my heart, a sharp pain traveled in my chest and I saw a vision of his past...
His mother with the same scar on her left hand, glowing and flaming like bubbling blood...
