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"Good lord Blane do you not know how to land properly? It's called rolling, buddy. Maybe you should learn it sometimes." He teased, pulling him up over the fence but halting him to where only Blane could hear him. "You should also learn to shut your mouth." Marco snarled, Blane nodding before heading off. |
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Liliana tried calling her parents, and older siblings, but, as usual, they didn't answer. She was used to it, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt. She felt dejected, and rejected by her own family. "Yeah, fuck y'all too." She muttered, walking out. |
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Marco heard a diesal engine he knew all too well, face going pale as he jogged towards the door and saw his fathers truck turning in, turning to the group and waving them to follow. The group all hid in with others besides Marco who went and hid by all the horses stalls, being invisible if you hadn't known he was there. His father walked in, fuming. The mans eyes scanned everywhere, not eyeing Marco.But eyeing poor old Dean, who did nothing to deserve what was coming. |
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Liliana froze, seeing Marco's dad walking over. She spotted Marco, silently communicating with him, hiding him behind her stallion. |
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Marco's eyes were glossy, staying silent and making himself as small as he could. His father saw him and stormed over, leading Marco to have no choice but to dart off. Eventually, his father found him, the two starting to walk out. Marco followed behind, every muscle in his body tense as he walked past his group of friends, their eyes following him. He made eye contact with Liliana, quickly looking away. |
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"Move, girl." Marco's dad glared. "You gonna make me, bastard?" Liliana challenged. |
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Marco gave her a look, his father simply just going around her. When Marco followed, he pulled up a part of his shirt, it being riddled with nothing but scars. He gave her one last glance over his shoulder as they walked out, a prison and a prisoner. |
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Liliana slipped him a card; her phone number and address with a message: If you need to escape, come to my place. I'll happily hide you, it's private property'. |
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Marco took the card and quickly put the number into his phone, hiding both once more. <><><><><> The next day came and Marco showed up about twenty minutes late, being the last of the group to show up. He staggered in, head down, gaze low, face a mix of black and blue, and silent, absolutely silent. His turn was next and he got on the bull, wincing at every buck it through at him. The man fell off quickly, only after five seconds and landed with a wince, climbing up over the fence and again, silent as he went to the top of the stands and sat, pushing the group away. |
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"Your dad again?" Dean murmured. |
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Snow and Sleet Mix, Clearing at Night
