A Death Coast

Marcus's Point Of View.

It's been about two weeks since Isabella left with Beth and Jameson, and I don't know how I'm supposed to feel about that. But I'm certain she left, leaving a void in my heart.

I was seated in the living room, fiddling with my phone, when Jules walked in with a bright smile that beamed on her face.

“Hey, baby.” She uttered in a singsong tone, smiling brightly as she placed a kiss on my lips.

I glanced at her, rolling my eyes as they landed back on my phone. She glared at me, sat on lap, wrapping her arms around my neck while she plucked my head with the tip of her fingers, still smiling brightly.

“What? Is something wrong?” She asked with our eyes locked.

“What do you want, Jules?” I grunted, adjusting my legs to accommodate her weight.

“Why are you this way to me? I thought you loved me, and you wanted to be with me. Why are you giving me such attitudes since Isabella left?” She lamented aggressively with her lips pouted.

“Really? You thought I loved you. Yes,