The Styles Triplets Part 2: The Triplets go to College

Chapter Twenty-Three

Marcels POV

I walk out the front door, with my car keys in hand, and into the garage. I really need to get to Veronica. I shouldn't have left in the first place. College is important, but her life is more important to me than my own. I'd hate to look back and see myself focusing on college rather than focusing on her is something were to happen to her.

I pull out of the driveway and head to her aunts house. The drive seems like hours, and each light turns red. Just my luck right. I try desperately not to speed because I'll get stopped by the police officers and the last thing I need right now is time to waste.

Passing by almost every street in town, making it to the suburbs, I finally reach her aunts house. I step out of my car and run up the steps to the front door. I ring the door bell and step back, anticipatingly waiting for someone to open the door soon!

"Marcel," her aunt opens the door frantically, "please come in, hurry."

I hear her screams, and the pain is felt when I hear her yell for me. I run up the stairs, two at a time and run into her room.

I run to her and hold her in my arms, "I'm here, ssshh, I'm here." She hugs me back so tightly, like I've been gone for ages. She calms down slightly, but continues crying, her face burried into my chest, and her body close to mine.

After a couple of minutes, she falls asleep. Her aunt has been sitting in the lounge chair here in her room, waiting for her to calm down.

"What's happening to her," her aunt cries, "the whole point of her moving in was to keep her safe, but she has to go back and I can't do anything to stop him from taking her."

"Don't worry." I tell her. "My parents are in the process of turning this into a case they can work on. They're going to try and help Veronica stay with you."

"Thank you Marcel," she smiles but then it fades, "but I don't think it's going to work. I don't have the money to pay for lawyers."

"Don't worry about it. You don't have to pay a dime, my parents won't charge you anything. Veronica is basically family, consider it a favor. You're not the only one who doesn't want her to leave. She's my whole world and I can't have her leave it again."

"I've taken her in and this is the least I can do for my sister. I pray every night that she's alright, and hope that one day she'll come home to her daughter." Veronica's aunt tries to hold in her tears remembering her sister. "I don't know why she left, she used to be so happy. I hope she's okay, I haven't seen her in 17 years. My own sister."

"I'm so sorry," I don't know what else to say.

"Veronica reminds me of her so much. He charismatic self enlightens me everyday. Her mother was the same way, so happy and cheerful. Seeing her like this makes me wonder if Tracey was the same way when she was hurt."

It does hurt me knowing that Veronica doesn't even know who her own mother is, what she looks like other than boxed pictures. She's had it rough her whole life and I've had it so easy sometimes. It kind of makes me guilty, she had big reasons to be as hurt as she is, and all that's have ever happened to me were bullies, and family issues. People have it worse and I used to complain when I had it all. I feel so damn selfish, but I'm learning from her, to be grateful for what I have.

"I'm going to take her with me," I tell her aunt, "I sound selfish saying this but, I really need to get prepared for college and I just want to be able to keep an eye on her as much as I can. I know you have children of your own and I don't want her to be trouble to you, especially the state she is in now. I can take care of her, I promise, I've done it before."