Too Far Gone by its danielle by The archive
Summary:
Marley's been there for Joe through everything, she was there before the fame, before the fortune, before the fans, but as time passes and Joe is away from her more and more, will it prove to be too much for her to handle?

Categories: Jonas Brothers Characters: None
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Chapters: 24 Completed: No Word count: 50796 Read: 42942 Published: 05/14/2020 Updated: 05/14/2020
Chapter 9 by The archive
"Show that you're scared like me."
Marley sat on the couch, bundled in her thick pajamas and blankets with Cody draped across her lap and a mug of hot chocolate in her hands watching the lights on the Christmas tree flicker against the round ornaments. Tears were softly streaming down her cheeks, the heartbreak had settled in from the day before when she got off the phone with Joe, and the tears hadn't stopped since then. Her phone sounded from the coffee table and she picked it up, fully prepared to ignore Joe's call again, but when she glanced at the screen and the unknown number she felt her forehead crinkle in confusion before she slid her thumb across the screen, accepting the call.

"Hello?" She tried to mask the shakiness of her voice as she wiped the tears from her face.

"Marley...It's Lindsey...at the gallery." Marley perked up at the unknown voice, giving the phone call her full attention.

"Right. Hi. How are you?" Marley asked, relieved she was finally getting this call.

"I'm really good. My dad says you're interested in helping me out." Lindsey's voice was hopeful and Marley found herself instantly giving in.

"I am...I need the distraction." She chuckled so she wouldn't start crying again.

"Well, I need the help, so looks like we're meant to be." Marley laughed, already have taken a liking to Lindsey and thanking all things holy that she wasn't the on-a-rampage pregnant woman.

"So, I know Christmas is right here around the corner, but I have to go in tomorrow and tie up some loose ends before no one will be there for the next few days. You can tag along if you want to but if you have other plans I completely--"

"No--no." Marley cut her off. "I have absolutely nothing to do...I'd love to come check it out."

"Great! Well, I only live a couple blocks from your building, and I usually walk so if you just want to meet me outside around 9." Lindsey offered, her question lingering in the air.

"Oh, yeah. That's perfect." Marley smiled, "And I should dress..."

"Very casual. It's a comfortable place, really bohemian and laid back." She assured her.

"Ok good. Well I guess I'll see you in the morning then."

"Sure thing. Thanks for doing this Marley."

"No problem. Bye Lindsey."

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Marley stared at the ceiling, blinking slowly and listening to the deep breaths of Cody from his bed across the room. She glanced at the clock and saw she was going on hour four of no sleep. Groaning she flipped over onto her back, hoping to find the comfortable spot that would magically lull her to sleep.

Another hour slid by and she finally gave in, grabbing Joe's pillow and pushing her face into it. Taking a deep breath, the relief never came. Her deep breath collided with a sob that had suddenly pushed from her chest at the revelation. His pillow no longer smelled like him. Had it been that long since he'd been home?

Images played through her head like a movie of them at Thanksgiving when he was able to spend two nights with her while they were back and forth going to their family's houses. Two nights where sleeping wasn't their number one priority. She smiled through her tears at the memories, but hugged his pillow tighter only wanting that one piece of him to comfort her.

Comfort never came and as the clock ticked past 3:30 she picked up her phone from the nightstand and clicked the familiar numbers that seemed to be second nature to dial them.

Joe was jolted from a restless sleep, not being able to stay out more than thirty minutes at a time. His chest was tight and hurt burned through him. She was so upset and so broken and it was all his fault.

"Yeah?" He grumbled in the phone, taking it for Nick or Kevin telling him he had to be up earlier than expected.

"Joe?" Her voice was so soft that he barely heard her...but it was her. He'd know that voice anywhere.

Relief surged through him and he felt a little more comfortable. in the unfamiliar bed, "Yeah, sweetheart, it's me."

He cringed at the endearing pet name that slipped through is lips, knowing he was walking a thin line with her and squeezed his eyes shut not wanting to be chastised by her for trying to act like their conversation yesterday didn't happen.

When she didn't say anything he slowly let his eyes open and listened carefully. He could hear her lack of breathing and the soft whimpers she was holding back.

She was crying.

"Marley, what's the matter, baby?" He sat up in bed trying his best to soothe her from thousands of miles away.

"Your pillow." She mumbled. His face furrowed and he wanted to laugh at her words, not exactly understanding what she was trying to say, but she was so upset all he could think about was making her content.

"What's wrong with it?" He asked softly.

She sniffled on the other end of the phone and rubbed her fist over her eyes she didn't want to give in and be this civil with him, she didn't want to cry again...she felt pathetic, but the pain from their fight yesterday still fresh in her heart stung and she knew the he knew exactly how to calm her down and she needed that, she needed him.

A string of hiccupped attempts to start her explanation fell from her mouth before she sucked in a breath, "It-it doesn't sm-smell like y-you anymore and I ca-can't sleep." She coughed more soft sobs breaking out of the barriers she was trying to keep up.

He closed his eyes letting all the breath leave his body as he listened to her crying for him on the phone. His heart was breaking for her and the ache in his chest returned, his heart thudding against his rib cage. He was driving himself insane. He needed her so bad. He needed to know she was okay.

"Marley, baby. Please don't cry." He sighed. "Not because of me. Please." He begged his heart wrenching at the knowledge that she was hurting like this because of him. He knew it wasn't about the pillow. She needed him. It was obvious...and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.

"I cry for you every night." She whispered, admitting the secret to him that she would have never dreamed of doing before. She didn't want to upset him, but now seemed as good a time as any to let him know.

He sighed trying to dull the overbearing hurt ripping through his heart. He wanted to be there and hold her and reassure he that she was his entire world but the cold, unsatisfying phone call was proving not to be enough for either of them.

"Why?" Was the only thing he could force out. The searing in his body stumping all his functions.

"Because..." She paused wondering if she should continue or not. The line was quiet, her soft breaths meeting his in the airwaves. "Because I want you to come home...I can't do this anymore."

She broke, crying harder than she ever thought possible. It was all coming down to this. Her finally reaching the edge and him listening helplessly from across the country.

"Marley..." His voice betrayed him, cracking and showing weakness. He swiped at the tears sliding down his cheeks, and found himself at a loss for words. He didn't know what to say. There was no way any words that came from his mouth could comfort her now.

"Marley-I-I..." His lip trembled and he surprised himself as he let out an unwanted sob. It was quiet and barely there...but it happened. He crossed his arms over his chest, hoping that he could prevent his heart from shattering.

The sound of him crying burned Marley's ears and she instantly tried to shut herself down. "I-I'm sorry." She mumbled, "I shouldn't have-"

"No." He shot back simply. "Don't apologize." He begged. "Please don't."

They were quiet for several minutes, both of them taking the silence to pull themselves together and just breathe. Marley laid back onto the pillows and snuggled in the comforter while Joe moved to the arm chair across the room looking out over the city.

The throbbing soreness that was Marley's heart continued to thud in her chest, reminding her with each beat of the decision that had to be made...Ignoring it to deal with another time Marley heaved a sigh, resituating the phone resting on her cheek.

"Joe?" Her now hoarse voice called his attention.

"Yeah?" He asked softly, watching the blinking lights of the city from his window.

"Will you sing to me?" She whispered and he didn't miss how shy she sounded, like he would ever deny her.

He closed his eyes at her request knowing nothing could soothe her soul like a song could and nodded, even though she couldn't see him, the words slipping effortlessly from his mouth.

Tell me, tell me
What makes you think that you are invincible
I can see it in your eyes that you're so sure
Please don't tell me that I am the only one that's vulnerable
Impossible

I was born to tell you I love you
Isn't that a song already
I get a B in originality
And it's true I can't go on without you
Your smile makes me see clear
If you could only see in the mirror what I see

And your slowly shaking finger tips
Show that you're scared like me,
Let's pretend were alone
And I know you may be scared
And I know we're unprepared
But I don't care

Slow down girl you're not going anywhere
Just wait around and see
Maybe I am much more, you never know what lies ahead
I promise I can be anyone, I can be anything
Just because you were hurt doesn't mean you shouldn't bleed
I can be anyone, anything I promise I can be what you need.

Joe looked down at his phone, unable to hang up. He knew she was asleep, all things were quiet on her end and instead of ending the call, he retreated to the large hotel bed, snuggling back into the sheets, placing the phone that was still connected to her miles and miles away on the pillow next to him and prayed for sleep to come, the reality of the past thirty minutes hanging heavy on his heart.
End Notes:
Song - Vulnerable - Secondhand Serenade.
Ok, can I say again how amazing all of you are?! All of you are AMAZING. seriously. I love all of your comments they're super encouraging. Well, we're about to get to the point where I don't have the chapter already typed out...I had 1-10 already done and I'm working on 11 & 12 right now, so after 10 there will be a couple more days inbetween updates, but hopefully I won't dissapoint.
PS, the song is probably the most important part of the chapter, so if you didn't read it, you should...just sayin'
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