“Baby I’m so sorry this happened . . . Please open the door.” Marshall sincerely pleads, as Carly grabs a pillow and places it over her head, as she continues to cry.
“Carly I’m so sorry. This is my
entire fault. Please don’t blame Marshall for this. I’m the one that sent the
guys over. Please open the door, so we can see you . . . to make sure you’re
alright” Proof sincerely explains, as Marshall continues to lean on the door.
“Please Just Go Away!” Carly
firmly states, as she throws the pillow towards the door, after smelling
Marshall’s cologne on it.
“NO! I’m not leaving till I see
YOU!” Marshall firmly states, as Carly rolls over to the other side of the bed,
and grabs another pillow, and places it over her head, as she begins to cry
again, as thoughts of how peaceful Marshall looked, when he was sleeping runs
through her mind again.
“Carly! If you don’t open this
door I Will Kick It Down!” Marshall desperately states, after several long
minutes of silence, as he again shakes the doorknob.
“If you don’t go away . . . . I’ll call the POLICE!” Carly firmly states,
as she sits up in the bed, and prays to God that he’ll just go away.
“CALL UM! Cause I’m Not Fuckin’
Going Anywhere!” Marshall firmly states, as he desperately tries to get grip on
his rising temper, and then slams his body into the door, as Carly jumps to her
feet.
“MARSALL!” Carly screams, as
Marshall rubs his shoulder, as Proof sits down on the sofa.
“What?” Marshall agitatedly asks, as he starts to slam into the door
again, but stops as he hears her.
“Please . . . Stop . . . Just Go
Home . . . Please.” Carly sincerely pleads, as she moves to the door and leans
against it, as Marshall closely listens, and can tell that she has moved to the
door.
“I’m so sorry for everything . . .
just let me talk to you please . . . .
please Baby . . . I just need to see you . . . . please.” Marshall
sincerely pleads with his whole heart, as he leans on the door resting his left
hand on the door, as he wipes the tears from his face with the back of his
right hand.
“OKAY FINE! TALK! You’ve Got Five
Fuckin’ Minutes!” Carly agitatedly screams, as she swings open the door,
catching Marshall off guard and he stumbles a little, as she turns and moves
across the floor, with her back to him.
Marshall walks into the room,
shutting the door behind him, and stands quietly in the middle of the room, and
watches Carly mindlessly rearrange little glass angels on her dresser for
several minutes.
“Listen to what he has to say,
then he’ll leave, and you’ll never have to see him again. He’s just worried
your going to sue his ass.” Carly says to herself, as she moves the little
angels around on the dresser.
Several long agonizing, intense
minutes of silence goes by, Carly mindlessly moving the angels, and Marshall
watching, before he slowly moves up behind her.
“So . . . you collect angels?” Marshall asks, as he
watches her hand stop gently moving the angels, and slowly wrap around herself.
“Your Time Is Ticking.” Carly
firmly states, and she tries not to cry and wills herself not to turn around.
“I’m really sorry about everything
. . . . . I know sorry doesn’t make up
for everything that’s happened . . . . .
I just want you to give me a chance . . . a chance to make . . . this
what we have work . . . Please Carly let’s try to make this work . . . I know .
. .” Marshall sincerely says with all his heart, as Carly wipes the tears from
her face, as she turns around and interrupts him.
“What Fuckin’ Part Would You Like
To Fuckin’ Work On First! . . . The Insulting . . . The Cussing . . . The Slamming Against Bathroom Walls . . .
Better Yet Motherfucker . . .” Carly yells out uncontrollably, and with each
breath Carly takes a step towards Marshall, as her hands emphasizes each word,
as he takes steps back.
Carly stops and screams out in
frustration, as Marshall’s eyes widen in reality.
“Or maybe your thug ass friends
could use some work on throwing woman against walls.” Carly states, as she
takes another deep breathe, as her heart pounds.
“Carly you have to listen to me.”
Marshall pleads, after a few minutes of silence, as Carly tries to regain her
composure.
“I ain’t got to do jackshit! Your
Five Minutes Are Up!” Carly firmly states, as she sits down on the bed, and
stares at the floor.
“You have to listen to me!”
Marshall desperately plead, as he gets down on his knees in front of her, and
gently takes her hands in his.
“Marshall.” Carly says as she
fights back the tears, as she looks into his totally lost and confused eyes.
“Look . . . for the past twenty
four hours . . . Our Lives have been totally koas . . . Somewhere in there I
fell in Love With You . . . we have to try to make this work.” Marshall
sincerely says, as he softly runs his right hand over hers.
“Marshall.” Carly says in a meek
voice, as she stands and he firmly wraps his arms around her legs.
“Oh God . . . I Love You Too . . .
but . . . it’ll never work . . . we’re
from two . . .” Carly says between the tears, as she rests her hands on his
shoulders, as she tries to move away from him, and he tightens his hold as he
rests his head on her lower stomach.
“We can do anything we put our
minds to.” Marshall pleads as he quickly stands and tenderly places his hands
on her cheeks, and gently wipes the tears from her face with his thumbs.
They gaze into each other’s hurt
and confused eyes for several long minutes, before Marshall slowly takes away
his hands, and takes a deep breathe.
“Well I guess you’ve made your
decision.” Marshall whispers, as he fights back his tears, as he backs away
from her, and slowly turns and walks towards the door.
“God Help Me.” Carly prays to
herself, as she watches Marshall move across the floor, and places his hand on
the doorknob and pauses.
“This is the part where you tell
me to stop, wait, don’t go.” Marshall tries to jokily say is a hoarse voice, as
Carly takes a deep breathe, as he slowly turns around to look at her one last
time.
“You’ve been watching to many
movies.” Carly says, as she rushes over to him and wraps her arms around his
neck, and he tightly wraps his arms around her.
“Yeah! But don’t tell anyone.”
Marshall says, as they both smile at each other, as they gaze into each other’s
eyes, and the hurt and confusion slowly disappears, replaced with love and
desire.
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