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They were alive. They were alive.
"Mar...cu..s" I called out his name with a broken voice.
Slowly getting up I walked over to him. I sat on his lap and leaned my head on his chest.
"Lucas stopped b-breathing" He whispered, his voice laced with pain.
"I killed him"
All strength had left me, I was even unable to open my mouth to deny that. I wrapped my hands around him tightly and held him close to me.
"Mr. Anderson it was a wise decision you made to call us as soon as you realised something was wrong. But now I need you both to go to the hospital and then we'll come to take answers from you"
Marcus didn't say anything. I couldn't even bring myself to say anything. I was too shocked. We both were.
"Mr and Mrs Anderson if you don't listen to us we have to drag you down because you both are bleeding quiet a lot"
My ears blocked his voice. Exhaustion took over me and I felt myself slowly drifting off to a long sleep.
Marcus didn't respond but I heard him say,
"It happened again"
It has been a week since that day and we were still at the hospital. After they took Lucas to the hospital he had been breathing through tubes for a whole week. It breaks my heart but I was happy to see him alive.
Today he was finally getting discharged. They removed his tubes and now he was sleeping peacefully on the bed. Marcus was lying next to him, leaning his head on the pillow staring at the baby.
It was what he had been doing this entire week. Staring at the baby through day and night, worrying something might happen to Lucas if he sleeps. Somedays he even held me close to him, not letting me get out of his grip.
Marcus didn't speak to anyone this entire week. Only after Lucas's tubes were removed he decided to speak and tell me about his past.
It was even painful to hear that he had gone through all of that when he was just a mere child.
After learning about his past I understood a lot of things about him. Why he always stares at pools, why he's obsessed with glass walls, why he's on edge whenever I cross roads and the reason for not letting me take Lucas near the bathtub.
I felt bad for Rebecca who was separated from her family. Her mother died but rest of her family was out there living somewhere. Marcus's dad said they tried tracking them down but always came to a dead end whenever they try.
On that day Marcus had called the police after realising something was wrong as neither me nor Madeline picked up our phones. Luckily it was what saved us.
But Marcus doesn't accept the fact that he saved us not hurt us. All these days he had been mumbling to himself saying it was all his fault.
What I felt most guilty about was that Madeline had fallen into a coma. After getting stabbed she fell with her head hitting on the table. It had caused a lot of damage and the doctors said she was barely alive but they also said she still had hope. And I prayed every day she would get better.
I was pulled out of my trance by a knock on the door. I glanced at Marcus who still lay on the bed like a lifelessly body. I heaved a long sigh and got up from the couch.
I opened the door and it was Marcus's father standing behind it.
"Umm... I brought apples" He said shyly and I moved away giving him space to walk in.
"Thank you Mr. Anderson. You have helped us a lot"
It was true. If he wasn't here I wouldn't know how to deal with the Police and Marcus. Even in the past he had helped Marcus a lot.
There were many court trials they had to go through to prove that Marcus killed his step father for self defence. And Carlton had taken care of all of it.
When Marcus came to Carlton he didn't even have basic education skills because his step father hadn't let him go to a school. But Mr. Anderson gave him all the education he needed by homeschooling him and then later on sending him to a school.
He even searched doctors from all around the world to heal him.
Carlton walked inside and his eyes fell on Marcus. Instantly sadness washed over his face "I feel like a horrible father right now"
He sat on the couch and I sat across from him. "You are not Mr. Anderson"
But he shook his head.
"Serapha, last year after you were attacked several times Marcus started investigating the culprit. But I forced him to give that work to me. I had my men keeping an eye on everyone who held hatred towards Marcus. But we foolishly left Kyle out. We never thought he would hold grudges against Marcus for his daughter's death. We thought he would hate his brother instead of Marcus who did nothing wrong. But Kaitlyn must have changed his mind. She doesn't want Marcus to be happy. I should have known that. I'm sorry Serapha. I convinced Marcus several times that you were not in danger because I had everything under control but I was wrong. I'm sorry"
"Mar...cu..s" I called out his name with a broken voice.
Slowly getting up I walked over to him. I sat on his lap and leaned my head on his chest.
"Lucas stopped b-breathing" He whispered, his voice laced with pain.
"I killed him"
All strength had left me, I was even unable to open my mouth to deny that. I wrapped my hands around him tightly and held him close to me.
"Mr. Anderson it was a wise decision you made to call us as soon as you realised something was wrong. But now I need you both to go to the hospital and then we'll come to take answers from you"
Marcus didn't say anything. I couldn't even bring myself to say anything. I was too shocked. We both were.
"Mr and Mrs Anderson if you don't listen to us we have to drag you down because you both are bleeding quiet a lot"
My ears blocked his voice. Exhaustion took over me and I felt myself slowly drifting off to a long sleep.
Marcus didn't respond but I heard him say,
"It happened again"
It has been a week since that day and we were still at the hospital. After they took Lucas to the hospital he had been breathing through tubes for a whole week. It breaks my heart but I was happy to see him alive.
Today he was finally getting discharged. They removed his tubes and now he was sleeping peacefully on the bed. Marcus was lying next to him, leaning his head on the pillow staring at the baby.
It was what he had been doing this entire week. Staring at the baby through day and night, worrying something might happen to Lucas if he sleeps. Somedays he even held me close to him, not letting me get out of his grip.
Marcus didn't speak to anyone this entire week. Only after Lucas's tubes were removed he decided to speak and tell me about his past.
It was even painful to hear that he had gone through all of that when he was just a mere child.
After learning about his past I understood a lot of things about him. Why he always stares at pools, why he's obsessed with glass walls, why he's on edge whenever I cross roads and the reason for not letting me take Lucas near the bathtub.
I felt bad for Rebecca who was separated from her family. Her mother died but rest of her family was out there living somewhere. Marcus's dad said they tried tracking them down but always came to a dead end whenever they try.
On that day Marcus had called the police after realising something was wrong as neither me nor Madeline picked up our phones. Luckily it was what saved us.
But Marcus doesn't accept the fact that he saved us not hurt us. All these days he had been mumbling to himself saying it was all his fault.
What I felt most guilty about was that Madeline had fallen into a coma. After getting stabbed she fell with her head hitting on the table. It had caused a lot of damage and the doctors said she was barely alive but they also said she still had hope. And I prayed every day she would get better.
I was pulled out of my trance by a knock on the door. I glanced at Marcus who still lay on the bed like a lifelessly body. I heaved a long sigh and got up from the couch.
I opened the door and it was Marcus's father standing behind it.
"Umm... I brought apples" He said shyly and I moved away giving him space to walk in.
"Thank you Mr. Anderson. You have helped us a lot"
It was true. If he wasn't here I wouldn't know how to deal with the Police and Marcus. Even in the past he had helped Marcus a lot.
There were many court trials they had to go through to prove that Marcus killed his step father for self defence. And Carlton had taken care of all of it.
When Marcus came to Carlton he didn't even have basic education skills because his step father hadn't let him go to a school. But Mr. Anderson gave him all the education he needed by homeschooling him and then later on sending him to a school.
He even searched doctors from all around the world to heal him.
Carlton walked inside and his eyes fell on Marcus. Instantly sadness washed over his face "I feel like a horrible father right now"
He sat on the couch and I sat across from him. "You are not Mr. Anderson"
But he shook his head.
"Serapha, last year after you were attacked several times Marcus started investigating the culprit. But I forced him to give that work to me. I had my men keeping an eye on everyone who held hatred towards Marcus. But we foolishly left Kyle out. We never thought he would hold grudges against Marcus for his daughter's death. We thought he would hate his brother instead of Marcus who did nothing wrong. But Kaitlyn must have changed his mind. She doesn't want Marcus to be happy. I should have known that. I'm sorry Serapha. I convinced Marcus several times that you were not in danger because I had everything under control but I was wrong. I'm sorry"
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