All On Contract

Chapter Five: Engagement Ring

Tessa's P.O.V:
"Walk right in." I say sarcastically as Marshall walks into my room without knocking. I throw my magazine at my feet and cross my arms across my chest. It had been a week since I first met his family. His brother was still staying here but his kids left this morning.

"Why do you read this bull shit." Marshall says picking up the magazine and taking a look at the cover.

"I don't know." I mumble. The magazine had my picture at the front, of course they had mentioned some crap about me and my ex.

"It's only going to bring you down." Marshall says throwing the magazine back on the bed. "Bunch of mail came for you. Leroy had fowarded to my address." Marshall says handing me a stack of envelopes.

"Fan mail." I smile as I look at all the mail.

"You gonna open it." Marshall asks. He takes a seat next to me on the bed and leans against the headboard.

"Since we don't have anything better to do, we might aswell." I shrug. I open the first envelope on the stack.

"What a shit drawing." Marshall mumbles.

"Leave that drawing alone." I gasp and push his shoulder back.

"I could draw better." He states.

"Yeah right." I roll my eyes.

"No, really. I'll prove it." Marshall says.

"Alright. Then i'll be waiting for your drawing." I smile as I read the letter.

"Cool." Marshall nods. He pick up another envelope and opens it. We both lean back on the headboard and read in silence.

"Awh. Look at this." I smile at a letter and hold it towards Marshall. He clears his throat and scrunches the letter that he was reading in his hand.

"Let me see." He mumbles.

"I wanted to read that. Pass it here." I say taking the letter from his hand.

"Forget about this one." Marshall sighs. I ignore him and open up the letter. Marshall watches me as I read it.

The letter basically makes me feel like shit. This person must really hate me. They called me fake, hopeless, crazy. They called me ugly and fat which makes me feel even more insecure. The persons telling me to cut myself. The person wishes for me to die-

"Tessa.." Marshall says reaching out for the letter in my hand.

"No. Please, just...Just don't talk about this one." I sigh. I reach out for the envelope it was in and try to put it back but I feel something sharp at the corners. I rip up the envelope and a blade drops on my lap.

"What the fuck.." Marshall whispers. I feel tears run down my cheek so before Marshall could notice I get out of the bed and walk into the bathroom. God I look like a mess, good thing my mascara didn't run.

How can someone be so harsh? They don't fucking know anything about me!

"Tessa?" Marshall says coming into the bathroom.

"Yeah?" I say and let my hair down to cover my face from him. "I'm fine. Honestly." I sigh.

"How are you fine? You should press charges against that person." Marshall says in a pissed tone.

"For sending hate mail?" I laugh. I don't feeling like laugh but it's a act infornt of Marshall. All I want to do right now is hide away and cry.

"Why the fuck do you find this funny?" Marshall says knitting his brows in confusion. I walk away from the mirror and walk towards Marshall.