The Only Reason {Edward&&Marilyn}

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Marilyn hated admitting that she needed help, even if it was just her needing to vent to someone. She hated showing that she couldn't handle everything thrown her way like she pretended she could. She had been able to handle everything thrown her way so far in life, and she hated saying she needed help over something as silly as school. She had raised her younger sister from the ripe age of four, yet she needed help because she was a little stressed out over school. It frustrated her to no end, but she knew she had at least one person in this world that she could go to with her feelings, no matter how petty they were. 

Since the day Edward had broken down her walls, she had felt comfortable telling him anything and everything. From the abusive things she witnessed towards Penny to the boys she was crushing on at school or work. Sadly, Edward was one of the only people she had in the world. She hadn't seen Penny since she was six. She hadn't seen her mom or dad since then, either. She had closed off everyone at her schools in New York, so she had no friends to confide in. She had acquaintances that she talked to every now and then, but she never hung out with them like normal teenagers did. 

She sent Edward a text, telling him that she needed to talk to him and that she would be at Central Park. She also told him to bring Bubbles, their dog. All she wanted to talk to him about was what one of her professors had said to her today. It had started off like a normal class. They put their aprons on, and then they were given their assignment of the day. The teacher was very hands on, so she normally just threw a recipe at them and told them the amount of time they had. They were making something simple: chocolate fudge. She had made that thousands of times, especially when fundraising in middle and high school. Sadly, the person Marilyn had been partnered with had never made it before and refused to listen to anything the perfectionist blonde had to say. 

So, when Marilyn and the girl started arguing over how to make the fudge and the fudge caught on fire, the teacher told Marilyn that if she ever wanted to make it in her career of choice, she would have to learn how to deal with people better. That had hit Mare in a place she had never been hit before. Not since she was in foster homes. The feelings she got after hearing those words made her go back to the days when she was all alone, to the days where she was told she would never be loved because she didn't allow anyone to love her. She was feeling vulnerable now. She felt that, because of the dark place she was in, Edward would no longer want her in his life. Which was why she wanted Edward to be here. She wanted his reassurance that she was fine. She wanted his reassurance that he wasn't going to kick her out one day or get tired of her. She had her arms wrapped around herself, since it was freezing in New York that day and she hadn't brought a coat. She had just walked out of the classroom as soon as the fire had been extinguished. 


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Edward's phone buzzed loudly, causing him to groan. He had been asleep, but his phone explained to him the hard truth, it was daybreak and he had no chance of sleeping now. As he rolled over and set his feet on the floor by the edge of the bed, bubbles came running to him from the front room. A few pats were enough to get the dog to scamper off, allowing Edward to check his phone. Marilyn's name popped up, causing Edward to jump to attention, was she okay? The answer was a sad no, it seemed she was having a bad day. So he sent his reply, a simple smile, it was good enough for now. Now how long would it take to get there?

Roughly an hour later Edward had arrived in central park, dressed in casual jeans and a long tee. Bubbles was leashed and walking rather quickly, quite proud of her little sweater she wore. Edward knew he was supposed to meet Marilyn here, but where exactly? He sent another text as he walked. Central park could be a real pain, but he enjoyed the crisp air. It could have been far worse than it was currently, but it was just chilly enough. After another twenty minutes of walking Bubbles began barking, and trying to lead Edward in a direction. That's when he saw his daughter and let bubbles go, allowing her to run to Marilyn.

"Hey kiddo, what's wrong?"

Edward said as he got closer to Marilyn. It hurt him to see her like this, she was obviously upset, he'd learned the signs. Edward sat next to his daughter putting his arm around her.

"Another boy break your heart? Because you remember last time and I wouldn't hesitate..."

He cut himself off, waiting to see how she'd react.

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<sub>Sometimes Marilyn thought she had obsessive compulsive disorder. She had to have everything a certain way, and if it wasn't a certain way, she got her panties in a twist. She often had to count her fingers by tapping them to her thumb to calm her down. If she couldn't calm herself down, it usually ended like class did today. She ended up yelling at someone because they weren't doing it the right way, her way. She was afraid to know if she had OCD, though. She was afraid that maybe that would mean she was crazy, and that she would have another reason for people to not love her. 

As she paced, thoughts racing through her head, she heard a dog bark. She looked down to see her pup Bubbles running towards her. She bent down to pick her up, kissing her little face as she drenched her with puppy kisses. Bubbles always made Marilyn's day better.She was the one person who loved her no matter what she did or looked like. She was sure Edward did, too, but Bubbles was her best friend. When she heard Edward's voice, she remembered what her problems were. She groaned, hiding her face in Bubbles' head. She sat down on the bench, resting her head on Edward's shoulder. 

"I set the fudge on fire today during class."

She told him, grumbling. 

"It was because this girl, my partner, wasn't making the fudge right, and when I told her, things got heated and then began to burn. And the teacher yelled at me and told me that I wasn't going to make it in this field unless I learned how to cooperate."

She said, finishing the story. She didn't want to leave anything out. When he spoke again, she let out a laugh. 

"No, no. The only guy involved was the teacher."</sub>