Marie POV

"So, Oliver, where are we going exactly?" I asked him while looking around at all the graves and saw a storm cloud up head rolling in.

I know we're going to Marti's parents funeral, but how would we do that without being noticed?

"Marti's parents committed suicide so we're all going to their funeral, you'll have to wear this to hide your face," he said as he pulled a black cotton face shield from the glovebox. I put it on and clipped it to my hat, I could hardly see through it but it makes sense since I know no one will be able to see my face.

"Is Marti okay? I know that's not easy to deal with," I said.

My parents had committed suicide when I was 6. I found them both hanging in their bedroom after I had gotten ready for school, in that turn of events I was raised by my grandparents.

I haven't talked to my grandparents in so long, even before I was kidnapped. That's probably why they haven't been looking for me to be honest.

"He's... dealing with it," Oliver sighed. We stepped out of Oliver's truck, I looked over and noticed he had on a black mask with black sunglasses. I looked over at Marti and Trevor and noticed they were wearing black masks and sunglasses as well. Same with Richard. "Let's head over, we can't be here for too long," he whispered to me.

I followed Oliver over to the funeral site and my heart felt a bit heavy, there was no one there except for a funeral priest.

"Is this everyone?" The priest asked as the rain started coming down in a soft shower.

"Yes," Trevor said as he held Marti's hand tightly.

It feels so inappropriate to cry, they weren't my parents but they remind me of my own. I'm also sad for Marti, I don't understand exactly what his feelings must be right now and I don't want to assume.

His parents could've been the best people on planet earth and he's completely crushed, or his parents could've been the worst and he's confused about how he should feel.

Either way, it's not my business unless he makes it my business. I know how irritating it is for people to be nosey about subjects like this.

"Marti's parents thought he was dead, so they took their own lives as a result of not being able to find his body after three years," Oliver whispered to me.

"Oh my god," I whispered back and held tissues up to my watery eyes.

How much has Marti been through?

I looked at the two caskets as they were being lowered together. I dropped the white rose in my hand on top of it first, then everyone else joined in with their roses. Marti waited until we were all done and dropped a bouquet of white roses on top.

He hugged Trevor tightly as he started sobbing and Trevor rubbed his back. "We have to go," Trevor said suddenly. I looked to where he was looking and saw a group of people wearing all black as well, walking towards us.

I sighed as we all walked past them. I noticed one boy around our age look back at Marti and he stood still as he stared at him.

Oh shit... does he know Marti? It's not like he can recognize him with Marti wearing a mask and sunglasses can he?

I looked back at Marti and he was staring back at the person and jerked his head away when we got to our vehicles.

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Marti POV

That was Jackson. He actually came to my parents funeral. He looks so stressed out with the dark circles under his eyes. There's no way he recognized me like this. I've got jet black hair now and my face was completely covered by the mask and sunglasses. There's just no way he recognized me.

He probably would hate my guts if he knew I was alive right now and didn't see him. Disappeared with no word. The last time I saw him was when we were in that forest and we ran from David.

Maybe I should see him? I know he'd be able to keep a secret like this. I wonder what he's been doing these past few years without me.

Trevor took me from my thoughts by rubbing my head as we were driving away. "How are you doing?" He asked.

"Bad, but, I know I'll be okay," I said softly as I rested my head into his hand.

"I hope you will be," He said worried as we drove past the city lights. It was pouring rain by the time we all got back home.

I sat in the garage with a cigarette and watched the smoke leave slowly as I took puffs. Trevor walked back out with a blunt, "try this instead, it'll calm your nerves more and help you sleep," he said as he held it out to me.

"I'm good right now," I said as I stared at the road and watched the raindrops smack against the concrete.

He sighed and sat next to me, running his fingers up my back slowly, "if you ever need to talk to me, please do," he whispered.

I sighed as I held in my tears, "they never would've done this if I wasn't such a cowardly asshole, I should've just seen them so they'd know I was at least alive," I started sobbing immediately, "even if I couldn't see them again, just seeing them once would've helped I know it."

Trevor pulled me into a hug and rubbed my back, "I'm sorry this happened Marti," he whispered to me, "I know it's my fault they did this, you don't have to be scared to tell me that."

How could he know? I know I didn't tell him how I was feeling. I don't genuinely think it's entirely his fault. It's mostly mine because I was too afraid.

I looked up at him in shock, "n-no Trevor..." I started but he put a finger on my mouth.

"I'm not stupid Marti," he started as he looked into my eyes, "I know it was my fault, and I'll never be able to say sorry enough to you for what I let happen to your parents, I didn't think they would be the type to commit suicide over their son. And I should've been more careful."

I gulped and shook softly as I cried harder into his chest. I dropped the cigarette and grabbed onto his coat as he pulled me closer and kissed my head. "I'm so sorry," I yelled out in agony as he continued kissing my head.

"Don't be sorry, it's my fault," he said softly.

After an hour of crying in the garage and staring out into the street, we got up and walked inside the house.

"Maybe checking on the lovebirds will help? You can get out your emotions on them?" He said as he closed the garage door behind us.

"Maybe," I said, "d-do you still have that blunt? I'm gonna need to be calm for this."

"Yes," He said and pulled it out of his coat and handed it to me, then lit it. I nodded as him as I took a few hits and sat on the counter. He sat next to me as we smoked together.

"Trevor," I started. He looked at me as he took the last few hits. "Please don't think I blame you."

"You'd be right to blame me though," he stated.

I shook my head, "I wouldn't be, I was too afraid to see my parents and that's on me."

"You were too afraid because of me," he said as he handed it back. "That's why I do blame myself and I wouldn't be upset with you if you blamed me either."

Trevor seems like he's changed, at least towards me. He seems like he truly does care about me now. This is so much different from when we were in the small motorhome in the woods. He was much more violent and angry. He's more calm now, more levelheaded, and sweet to me.

He's still possessive but it's more protective now than acting like I'm his property.

I truly do love him with all my heart.

"I don't," I said and kissed him. He sighed softly in the kiss and put his hands on my cheeks as he kissed me back passionately.

He pressed he forehead against mine, "lets go check on piggy and slut eh?" He chuckled.

I snorted, "okay." I put the roach out in the ashtray and hopped off the counter and we opened the basement door.

We both froze at hearing squishy and gushing sounds. Trevor and I looked at each other slowly and then back at the bottom of the steps. "Stay behind me," he whispered to me as he pulled out his pistol and pointed it.

I pulled out mine as well and stayed a few steps back as he went down. He seemingly froze at the bottom of the steps but quickly regained his dark composure.

"Wow, piggy, you actually did it," Trevor chuckled as he stepped down.

What the hell does he mean "you actually did it"? He couldn't have...

I gulped as I stepped down as well and gasped as I saw the woman's stomach opened, her ribcage was exposed and her organs were twitching, her heart was beating weakly. Her head looked like it had been bashed into the wall. Josh's face was covered in blood as he was sobbing intensely.

"I'm so sorry," he sobbed out as he brought a piece of flesh up to his mouth and continued chewing.

"Oh my god," I groaned out. I instantly felt sick to my stomach and put my hand over my mouth, "oh my god," I repeated and backed up, I fell onto the stairs and stared at Josh in horror while gripping my gun.

"I'm surprised you went there," Trevor said happily as he looked between the blood bodies. "How does she taste?" He asked casually.

"You made me do this!" Josh yelled at Trevor as pieces of flesh were falling from his mouth.

"I didn't make you do anything," Trevor stated annoyed.

I couldn't hold it in anymore, I started puking off the side of the steps and Trevor looked back at me. "Marti?" He asked worried. "Oh shit," he put his gun pack in its holster quickly. He ran over to me and lifted me up, "Marti, come on, let's go upstairs," he said as he carried me up.

I was shaking and couldn't focus on what to think. I was twitching in shock as Trevor set me down on the couch, he locked the basement door and the sounds of gushing blood could no longer be heard. I was sweating profusely in fear as he picked me back up and he walked me upstairs to our bathroom.

"Marti," he whispered as he set me in the tub, "it's gonna be okay, I'm gonna kill him quickly and bury them both okay? I didn't think he'd actually do something so disgusting," he said as he rubbed my hair back from my face.

"I didn't either," I said back as I turned on the faucet and shivered at the cold water hitting my feet.

"Take your clothes off," Trevor said as he started pulling off my socks and I pulled off my jacket.

I'm so horrified and angry right now.

"Go back down there," I started. Trevor stopped and looked at me, "and beat him to death," I demanded as I was unbuttoning my shirt.

"Will do," He said as he stood up and walked out of the room. I placed my pistol on the table next to the bath and continued taking off my wet clothes. I threw them into the bin and sat in the now hot water as I tried to compose myself from what I just saw.

Not even Trevor thought what Josh did was okay. I know Trevor put on his evil act as soon as he saw what was going on. For a second, Trevor was stunned and disgusted. I could tell by his expression and the way he stopped when he saw it.