I'd Rather be Dead Instead

"Marinara, *spat* WHY? *another hit* didn't I tell you to clean up the pets' litter? WHAT DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?!", he, Mr. Blanco, of course, who else could it be? Tortured her, as her waterfall got loose from her eyes.

"When you finish, clean up the house, the whole house, and leave, we want to spend family quality time, and be back when I tell you to, like last time, hurry!"

She cleaned the whole house in three hours and twenty-two minutes then got ready in twenty minutes, then went to Mr. Blanco to assure him that she was leaving, but as she knocked at his door, she heard the click of the gun. Is he going to kill me? She couldn't help but wonder, and as she backed away and left, he opened the door.

"Yes, oh, are you leaving?"

She nodded in terror but he was absentminded.

"See you then..."

And she left.

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*on the ride* (cab)

*messaging Rosalia*

"Hey, it's Marinara, remember me? How are you? Well, I'm out of the house today, what about you?"

Then she listened to Nightcall by London Grammar on her headphones and when the song was ending:

"Hey, yeah, I remember you, Angel, yeah, I can meet you, the same cafe?"

"Well, that was fast, yeah, okay, whatever makes you feel comfortable :)"

"Okay then, go there, and I'll be there asap!"

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"Hey, hi, how are you? Oh gosh, are you anorexic? Or are you beaten? -", Brendon swiftly spills his questions after seeing her body and her scars.

She raises her index finger and shakes her head, then raises two fingers and nods her head.

"So, she is NOT anorexic, but she is beaten, eh?", Rosalia states.

She nods.

"That duche, hmmm?", they both exclaim in unison and Marinara chuckles and nods.

Then she tilts her head and points at the menu plastered against the wall.

"Oh, yeah, haha, let's order!", Brendon takes it slightly.

And she, Marinara, does what she did last time, ordered what is the first thing she saw, which this time was a wrapped cheese and turkey sandwich, and ordered a diet coke and sat there as she heard 'em talk about their school and about the soccer team and the latest playlists on Anghami and Spotify.

"Ey, Mari!", Rosalia fiercely calls her out, eat more, you won't eat that much when you go home, here.", and she gave Marinara a granola bar, "order more por favor!"

"Let's go to that local restaurant!", suggested Brendon, and Marinara's eyes couldn't help but plop.

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*at the restaurant*

"Here, I know what I wanna order.", stated Brendon.

"Same.", followed Rosalia.

This must've been a maze or something, they had many and various categories but I ordered noodles with chicken, nuts, sweet chili, cashews,  and enjoyed the best thing!