The Game( a Mark Tuan fanfic)

A Pat Love and Horrible Fights Part 3

     I slowly get up, still crying, defenseless, and hoping he's gone. I look all around my dorm, and sigh in relief that he isn't here. I shut my door, and lock it, and then call Mark, because he told me he loves me, and he would protect me. I am waiting but it keeps going to voicemail. I leave a bunch of messages, and cry even more because I don't understand why he isn't picking up.

(Hey it's Mark, sorry I can't come to the phone right now, but please leave a message. Thanks.)

(OKAY, THAT'S IT!!! I HAVE CALLED YOU TEN TIMES WITH TEARS STREAMING DOWN MY FACE, AND YOU CAN'T PICK UP!!!! ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW!!!! I AM SO DONE WITH YOU!!!!! WE ARE DONE!!!! look Mark, I am so sorry, I shouldn't have said that, it's just I am seriously scared right now, because he was here, in my dorm, w.....w......watching me SLEEP!!!! MARK HE WAS WATCHING ME SLEEP!!!!!!!! Please call me back, i am so sorry, please ignore that stuff about being done, because I don't want to be done, please just call me.)

    I hang up, and cry again, because I can't believe I said that stuff to him. I go back to sleep, because I suddenly feel a sense of peace over me for no reason , and I hear a small voice inside me say 'It's okay, just go to sleep. Mark will understand in the morning. Go rest your heavy heart.' I put my head down, and close my eyes, and drift off, not understanding any of this.......this  situation.

    I wake up to my phone ringing, and it's Mark.

(Baby.)

(Mark, I am so happy you called. Baby, Please help me. I need to move. I am not safe here anymore. He knows where I live, and he could hurt me when you aren't here. What do I do?)

(Baby, it's going to be okay. After I heard you last message, I asked JYP, and he told me that you could come live with us. You are going to be alright. Okay?)

I nod, and say,

(Okay, when am I going to move?)

(Right now if you wanna. We have a free day today, so we will all help you move . When do you want us over?)

(In twenty minutes, I don't wanna risk him being here again.)

(Okay baby.)

    I hang up, and take a shower. I get out, and put on makeup, do my hair, and my door is getting knocked on. "Okay Mark, I'll be there in a second." I look through the peephole, and scream. it's not Mark. It's him.