Marcia's POV

John took my hand and led me into a different room so we could talk privately. I don't know what about but whatever it was, it seemed to be bugging him a great deal. 

"I'm not putting up with her, we've all had hard times so she can't keep whining about hers" John argued 

"Is that why you're so hostile to her?" I spat 

"Maybe" John growled 

"She's probably just more open then us, you don't want to talk about your problems and I don't want to talk about mine but the least we could do it help her" I turned to face the mirror to take off my earrings as John placed his hands on my shoulders

"Think though, I had no dad, and me mum wasn't there as much as she could have been" John started, he placed his lips to the back of my neck as I stood starring in the mirror 

"Then you, your parent and overly strict, your older brother was an abusive drunk and your uncle numerous times sexually abuse you" John said softly

"I don't want to talk about this" I broke from John's grasp and walked away from the mirror 

"Face it Marcia, we've all faced a lot of shit. But she can't come in as a complete stranger and act as though we'll give her sympathy, don't you see? She's just trying to get sympathy from as many people as possible, she's an attention whor-" 

"Shut it John! I don't want to talk about this!" I yelled

John looked at me with a face that read he wanted to make me mad over this. He's trying to make me see that's she's a bad idea. 

"You know how sensitive I am to all this past shit" I said softly

"I know, I'm sorry. I just want you to understand where I'm coming from" John spoke 

"You've made that clear as day" I was a bit hurt now. I wasn't one to cry often, but somehow John could always burst that bubble 

"Marcia.." John trailed off 

"I'll see you in the morning" I sighed 

I guess my past is what made me a good person. I took all the negativity and made myself into something positive. My parent were strict, posh and very high class people, which is what they don't like John.

 My eldest brother, Patrick was a drunk. Right now he's probably 29, and me being the youngest of five I was his best target. He'd come home drunk and hit either me or start throwing things at me. I haven't talked to him in a long time.

Then my uncle Randy was a straight up pervert and another drunk that again because I was the youngest, I was easiest to grave hold of. I've always been petite, and he started the whole sexual abuse thing when I was 14, up until I started dating John at 19. I was too afraid to tell anyone, or struggle to get away. 

I had a terrible childhood but I got  past it, though every time somebody brings it up I get really sensitive and upset, angry and confused even. John has helped me a lot with dealing about my past, but it's still there. I just don't acknowledge it. 

Written by Hannah