My name's Marianna Banks and I've been through a lot of deep shit. My whole life I've been cheated and lied to by people I thought were friends, I guess I can't choose friends wisely. The only people in this world that have my back are my dad, Garrett and my sister, Susannah.

They've stood by me through everything, all the phases I had, when I got betrayed by my ex boyfriend, a story for later and when my friends didn't stand the test of time. In short, they've always had my back. And it breaks my heart to say that the family's not exactly together.

My mum died when I was just a baby so my dad and sister are all I have left, and unluckily for me they don't get along well. To quote my sister, the only reason I have that old fart's number and he has mine is incase something happens to you.

Since I could remember my sister has hated my dad, she's 15 years older than me so I've seen a lot from a young age. She won't tell me the reason but she hates our dad or my dad has she would call him.

Nevertheless, I love them both to blazes. They might never get along but they're good to me, scratch that they're excellent to me and I'll always love them, they're like my lifeline or something.

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"What!" I screamed.

"It's not possible. No, it's a lie. This can't be happening!" I said to myself.

I would have loved it, been so relieved if it was all some joke or something but the sorry looks on their faces told me it was real.

"No! No! No!" I screamed.

I fell on the ground screaming my lungs out, my face covered in tears.

"This is a dream, no a nightmare, I'll soon wake up, right?" I said to no one in particular.

I pinched myself, slapped by face, hit my head against the walls as hard as I could, but I wasn't waking up.

"It has to be a nightmare, no! no..." I shouted breaking down in tears once more.

It was probably embarrassing for my employees to witness me ugly crying but that was the least of my concerns at the moment.

Seemingly out of nowhere, two big warm hands embraced me in a hug.

"You're not one for denial, Mars. It happened. Shit, that was cold. What I meant to say was, ...scratch that let me just hug you" Came the voice of my boyfriend, Darrell.

He was probably at a loss for words, he had never seen me like this before and didn't know how to comfort me. We've been dating for a while now, six months, and I wasn't the type to cry so he likely wasn't sure of what step to take.

I buried my head into his chest and cried my eyes out while he carried me out of my office, princess style.

He placed me in the front seat of his car and through out the thirty minutes journey to our house, we started living together a month ago, I cried my eyes out.

My eyes were probably very puffy but I didn't care, I couldn't indulge myself in the luxury of thinking about myself in such a time, that would have been really selfish of me. We got to the house and I sat in the car still, crying and rocking myself.

With a sigh, Darrell carried me out of the car, princess style again, he's such a gentleman ❤.

He placed me on our bed and left the room, probably to give me space. When he left, I got up from the bed and sat on the floor, rocking myself and crying seriously.

The door opened and Darrell came in, carrying a tray of food. He dropped the tray in front of me and sat beside me, placing my head in his chest. One of his hands was on my head rubbing it while the other was rubbing my back.

He was such a gentleman and for some reason, that made me cry harder.

After about an hour of non stop crying, I stopped. I rocked my body side to side and whimpered.

"Mars, I won't lie and say I understand what you're going through because it has never happened to me, instead I'll lend you my shoulder. I'll hold you, stay up with you, I'll be by your side, I.. I.. I love you and I'll stand by you" Darrell said with a kiss on my forehead.

I was still in shock because of what happened but I tried my best to let out a smile, I failed miserably.

"This is really breaking my heart, Mars. You're stonger than this ok, don't let this break you" Darrell said.

He left once more and when he came back, he carried me, princess style. He took me to the bathroom.

"Your face is stained with tears and you're definitely exhausted. I've run you a bath, a hot one. Perhaps it would make you feel better a bit" He said then placed me on a chair that was in the bathroom, this wasn't there before, he must have brought it in when he went out, how long was he even out for?

He removed my shoes then my trousers and my shirt, till I was left only in my bra and pantie. On a normal day, I'd blush seriously and chide him, but I wasn't in any mood for that today.

His hand hovered for a while, probably contemplating if it'll be ok to continue. After a while, he continued then placed me in the bath tub filled with hot water and quite some bubbles.

He grabbed my sponge and began to clean my body after cleaning my body and rinsing it. He filled the tub with water once more, hot water, and began to massage my body.

When he brought me out of the water, my body was completely relaxed and sleep began to visit me, which made me feel guilty.

I tried to fight sleep but it overpowered me and I drifted off. Darrell placed me on the bed and gave me a kiss on the forehead before laying beside me and turning off the light.