Somethings are Meant to be Saved

8

TW FOR THIS CHAPTER: mental abuse,

My head hurts but not too bad, I can smell
bacon. I open my eyes and rub them "hey...how're you feeling?" He puts the plate on the coffee table and I sit up. "Mm...not as bad as I would be without your help. Did I do anything stupid?" I don't remember a lot and mostly everything is fuzzy. I can see him slightly bite his cheek "what do you remember?" Oh god did I do something? He sits down next to me "Uh, you brought me here because I was scared to go home.. you gave me water and we talked about Luke cheating on me and then I fell asleep on you." I say crossing my legs in front of me. That's all I remember other than the fight he had. "You don't remember anything else?" He asks, almost like he's trying to get me to remember something. I shake my head "kinda fuzzy" he nods slowly. "Hey so I was thinking maybe we could-" he starts saying, there's the sound of someone driving in. Mark gets up and looks out the window.
He comes back and grabs my hand dragging me upstairs. "Wha- what is happening?" He closes and locks the door, I'm so confused. I flop on his bed because it's comfy "are you holding me hostage or something" he laughs at my comment and I feel proud, I love making him laugh. I sit up and look at him. "No I'm not keeping you here as a hostage" darn I would have totally been ok with staying here all day.
The front door shuts and you can tell it was slammed by the way the sound reverberates. His parents start talking, I can vaguely hear what they're saying. "Hey sweetie, how was your night last night?" His mom says. "Cut the act, I know where you were the other night." His dad says. I always figured there was something private at home he didn't want to talk about. I only was ever here unless his dad wasn't here. We spent most of our time at my house since my parents were pretty chill. I look at Mark and I can see panic wash over his face. "WHY WOULD YOU CHEAT ON ME?!" His dad screams and I can hear exactly what he says. I try my best to stay calm because I can tell Mark is trying to stay calm too. Oh god I want to hug him so bad right now. Glass shatters downstairs and then the door slams closed. I'm so glad my dad is not like this, I really got lucky. He's sitting on the bed, his knees to his chest.
I hate his dad, god I hope he's never hurt him. "Mark.." I talk in a soft and comforting tone. He lifts his head and finally looks at me "yea..?" His voice breaks and it makes me want to cry. I get up from the bed and stand in front of him. I wrap my arms around him, I put my hand on the back of his head and scratch his head softly. I lean my head down and put it on top of his. "I'm so sorry..." my heart is breaking for him, I just want to stay here and hold him forever. Never letting him go again. He's very quiet just letting me hold him. "Is that why you never let me over when he's here?" I ask him. He slowly nods his head, I take a deep breath and tighten my grip around him. "Are you sure you don't need to stay at my place? O-or something-" he pulls away from me and shakes his head profusely. "I'm fine Mazie really- he doesn't usually bother me." It doesn't matter, he's not safe here. I sit back on the bed and look at him "Mark this isn't safe for you.." he swallows really hard.
My phone starts ringing and it kind of scares me. I reach over and grab the phone. It's my mom, I know my mom will be more calm then my dad but still. "Mazie? Where are you?! You didn't come home last night!" I put my hand on my neck "Mom, I'm-I'm fine. I'm with Mark, I spent the night." I put the phone on speaker so Mark can speak. Mark is the only person my parents really trust so if they know I'm with him then I'll be fine. "Hi Mrs. Davis, we're at my house." Mark says. Mom releases a breath "Thank God. Please come home soon, your father and I need to talk to you." Fuck, did they know I got drunk? "O-okay.. I'll be home soon." I never get in trouble, I'm a good kid. I literally only hang out with my family, and Mark.
I hang up the phone and run my hand through my hair to my neck. "I'm fucked, I'm fucking screwed" Flynn probably saw something and was worried I wasn't safe. Fuck. He gets up off the bed and stands in front of me. He takes my hands in his "it's going to be ok, just- go home and keep me updated on what they say ok?" He wraps his arms around me and hugs me. He's trying to let me, let him stay here but no he's coming with me.