The Game( a Mark Tuan fanfic)

A past Love and Horrible Fights Part 2

    I have been sitting on my couch with a glass of water for an hour, looking at the door. Watching, waiting, hoping, praying that it's Mark, and it's not.......well you know who. Suddenly there is a knock at my door, and I jump without knowing and knock my cup on the floor.

"AHHHH!!!!" I stop screaming, and notice it was just my cup that got knocked over by my foot.

"Hey what are you doing to her, open this door right now!!!!! So Min, are you okay?!?" 

    I get up, relieved that it's Mark, open my door, and throw my arms around him crying. "Oh my God. I am so happy Mark. Help me please." He hugs me tightly, and he whispers in my ear, "What's wrong? Who's after you baby?" 

    After I tell him about my past relationship, he hugs me again, and says, "Awwww, baby don't worry about him. If I see him, I will be sure to tell him to stay away from you, and stay out of your life." 

I look up, and say right back, "But baby, it's just not that simple. He's so strong, he could kill you." 

He widens his eyes, and says, "Oh so you think I am so weak, I will let him kill me?" 

Then he raises his shirt sleeve up and flexes his arm to reveal his bicep, which is big and really strong. I reach out and poke it. "So do you still think that I am weak?" 

I shake my head, and scoot closer to him. He wraps his arms around my shoulders, and says, 

"Look So Min, I love you, and there is nothing I wouldn't do for you. I will fight for you, I will put my life for you, I would die for you if it meant that you would get to stay alive, because that's dedicated to you baby, so don't forget that, please never forget that."

    After pizza, a movie, and ice cream, he goes home, and it's me alone again. It's 8:30 p.m., and I am very tired. I get ready for sleep, send a picture of me in a face mask to Mark, wash it off, and go to sleep. 

    Around 2:30 in the morning, I hear sounds, and slowly wake up. When I open my eyes, which are still cloudy, I see a dark, tall figure at the foot of my bed, and wipe my eyes, to see if it's still there and by the time I look up again, the figure is gone, my door is open, and my front door is slammed shut. I scoot up to the head of my bed, hold my blanket up to my neck, and cry because he was here, and he was watching me sleep, and he knows where I live. What am I going to do? What if he wants to hurt me?? What if he's gone crazy, and he's out to get me, or worse, Mark????