Over the next few days I avoided the two of them by using every excuse I knew thou I think they could see through them each time and where just trying to give me my space. I really wasn't sure myself why I wanted to avoid them seeing as I could feel my heart aching for companionship. Thus each night I also would just sleep in the tub, well more like pass out from blood lose and pain from my nightly cutting routine. This also has lead to my bathroom looking like a scene from a horror movie or a murder mystery show.
Then one day came that I guess Marcus must have finally given up on trying to get me to come out and decided to come in after me. I discovered this out the hard way this morning when I woke up in the tub to find him standing over me glaring at me. Man he sure was hot and I don't just mean in the dreamy way. It was more like in the angry way. In fact I would almost say he was more livid then angry.
