Second Chance 3

Carly nervously pulls on her silk robe as the light knocking continues, and she makes her way to the hallway, stopping at the second bedroom, and peaking in before going down the steps, while praying it’s Dru at the door.

Once at the bottom of the steps Carly takes a deep breathe and clicks on the porch light as she peaks out the peep hole, and sees her worst fear standing on the porch, and quickly opens the door.

“What are you doing here? Do you know or even realize what time it is? Why are you here?” Carly quickly rattles in a shaky voice, as she steps out onto the porch, leaving the door open.

“I needed to see you. I just wanna talk.” Marshall sincerely says, as he nervously stands with his hands in his blue jeans pockets, staring at the most perfect woman he’s ever seen in his life.

“Marshall . . .” Carly sincerely begins to say, as he quickly interrupts.

“Carly . . . I know you’ve gone on with your life . . . . . . which is my loss . . . I just wanted to tell you that I’m really sorry . . . . . . . . . and . . . the dumbest thing I every did was let you walk out of my life.” Marshall sincerely says with all his heart, as Carly back towards the door with her arms wrapped tightly around herself, trying to stop her body from shaking as he speaks.

“I Love You.” Marshall sincerely says, after several intense moments of staring at each other.

“No . . . Marshall . . .” Carly mumbles as she shakes her head no, and then quickly rushes back into the house, locking the door and rushing up the stairs crying.

At the top of the steps Carly wipes the tears from her face and takes a deep breathe before slowly walking into the second bedroom, that’s dimly lit by a little Elmo night-light on the wall.

Carly quietly walks over to the crib and gently picks up the sleeping child and tenderly holds the sleeping child in her arms, as she sits down in an old fashion white rocking chair, as the tears begin to flow again.

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Marshall slowly walks back to the car, and gets in as his mind quickly takes him back to the night he let Carly walk out of his life.

“Whacha Reading?” Marshall curiously asks as he flops down on the bed in just his boxers beside Carly, who’s intensely reading her monthly copy of Today’s Woman, with her mind drifting off occasionally.

“Carly?” Marshall says, after a few minutes of watching her intensely reading, who’s not even aware that he’s finished his shower.

“Heah!” Carly states in surprise as Marshall quickly takes the magazine from her and scans over the front cover, as she tries to get it back from him.

“You know how I feel about the subject!” Marshall firmly states, as he carelessly tosses the magazine to the floor by the bed, and begins to work his way under the blankets.

“YES! Mr. Mathers the fuckin’ world knows how you feel! BUT I Was reading!” Carly firmly states trying to hide the hurt in her voice, as she gets out of the bed and retrieves the magazine from the floor, and crawls back into bed.

“Carly . . . why? You know my views on marriage.” Marshall states firmly, trying to pick his words carefully.

“I don’t recall saying anything about marriage! I was just reading a magazine THAT I happen to read every month!” Carly clearly states, desperately trying not to cry, over something that he at least once a week tells her.

“I’m Sorry . . . I just saw the cover clearly marked wedding issue.” Marshall apologetically says, as he snuggles down beside her; as she sits and listens and watches him get comfortable, trying to hold back the tears.

“I Love You.” Marshall mumbles into the pillow with his eyes closed as he drapes his arm over her lap, and she begins to cry.

“I Really Do Love You.” Carly sincerely says, as she begins to cry uncontrollably, and struggles to get out of the bed as Marshall grabs her by the waist.

“Carly . . . please don’t cry . . . . . I don’t like when you cry.” Marshall says almost in tears himself at seeing the woman he loves cry, as he tries to pull her into his arms.

“Mar . . .sh . . .allllll . . . . . .” Carly struggles to say as she breaks out of his hold and stands up by the bed, him totally amazed that she’s this emotionally.

“What’s wrong?” Marshall totally lost asks, as he is getting out of the bed, as Carly rushes into the bathroom, in tears.

Marshall rushes over to the bathroom as she is coming back out fully dressed, in sweat clothes that she obviously just pulled on over her nightshirt.

“Where are you going?” Marshall sincerely asks, as he pulls her into his arms, as she continues to cry.

“I’m sorry . . . I can’t do this anymore.” Carly calmly whispers after a few minutes of crying in his arms, her head resting on his muscular chest.

“Do what?” Marshall sincerely asks, having no clue why she’s being so emotional, usually she’s a very strong woman never whinny like now.

“I know you’ll never marry me!” Carly states as she pushes Marshall away and wipes the tears from her face and takes a deep breathe.

“I truly understand your reason against marriage. DAMN a lot of people have the same view. . . . And YES I knew it up Front You made it very Clear From the beginning! . . . . . BUT Marshall you really wanna know Fuckin’ something? I really don’t wanna marry you either! . . . . . . . . All I’ve every wanted from you was Respect! I’ve taken care of Hailie’s every need, run this house, entertained your friends, taken care of all your fucked up personnel shit! AND always been at your beckon call! . . . . . I’ve gave up a lot . . . . NO! I’ve had a lot taken from me mostly my sanity, and self respect . . . . AND I still say you had some hand in me getting fired from my job . . . . . AND Every time I’ve tried to talk to you about it . . . . . . . I get a new car, jewelry, credit card and fuckin’ flowers that DIE! . . . . . . . Just like our relationship has done right in front of your eyes! . . . . I’m supposed to be your girlfriend, but you make me feel like a first class whore!” Carly hysterically explains with all her heart, what’s been bottled up in side her for several months, as Marshall listens totally lost.

“Okay! So I guess sending you a dozen of roses is out of the questions.” Marshall jokily asks, not really knowing what to say, as he sits down on the bed.

“YOU FUCKIN’ IDOIT!” Carly furiously screams, and then storms out of the room, as Marshall quietly sits on the bed, knowing she’s gonna walk back in any minute, and yell some more, because that’s what she does when he says or does something stupid.

“YO BOSS . . . BOSS!” Box firmly states as he nudges Marshall several times, that’s sitting beside him in the passenger seat of the car.

“YEAH!” Marshall yells, not wanting to stop thinking of Carly, as he rudely looks over at Box his bodyguard that’s driving.

“We’re back at the hotel. It’s . . . time . . . to . . . get . . . out . . . of . . . the . . . car.” Box jokily says very slowly, because he knows that Marshall has been zoned out every since he got in the car two hour ago.

“Shit! I didn’t realize. Sorry I have a lot of shit on my mind.” Marshall sincerely says, as Box laughs as they get out of the car.

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