I'll Fight For You... No Matter What The Cost (A Markiplier x Reader fan-fic) #Watty2015

Chapter 4: Help...

(A/n: f/s = favorite show.)

Mark dropped you off and you went up to your apartment. You looked at your phone. 5:30. You got started on dinner, salisbury steak, mashed potatoes, corn, and brownies for dessert. About an hour later, everything was done. You heard the door open. You had everything ready already. Alex walked into the kitchen. "What did ya make?" He asked. "Salisbury steak, mashed potatoes, corn, and brownies." You reply. "Yum." He says, taking his plate. He goes back into the living room without another word. You take your own plate and follow. After dinner, you take the plates in and put them into the dishwasher. You put the leftovers into the fridge and go back into the living room. F/s was on tv. You went to sit down, but Alex said, "Hey, y/n, can you come here for a moment?" He asks. Cautiously, you walk over to him. He scans your face before rage fills his eyes. "You fucking bitch!" He yells. He jumps up and grabs your wrist before you can get away. "Where the hell have you been!" He yells. "Here!" You insist. "Liar! Then why are you wearing make-up!?" He shouts. "Can't I look nice for my boyfriend?" You ask. "That's bull shit!" He growls. "I know you, y/n. And I suggest you start telling the truth before I kill you." He growls. "I was out." You say instantly. "With who?" Alex asks. "And old friend!" You cry. "Who?" He repeats. "Mark." You say softly. Alex clenches his teeth and throws you to the ground. You cry out. Alex picks you up and slams your back into the wall. He punches you in the stomach three times. Then in the face. You try to fight back but Alex is stronger than you. He throws you to the ground again and your head hits the table. He kicks you over and over. He walks into the kitchen and you try to push yourself to your feet. You get a few inches up but you fall again. Alex comes back with empty beer bottles and starts throwing them at you. Glass shatters all around you. The glass cuts your arms, legs and face. "Bitch." Alex snarls. "I'm going to the fucking bar." He hisses. He grabs his wallet and stomps out the door. You lay there for a few minuets, crying. 'I can't stay here...' You thought. 'But where can I go?' You thought. 'He knows where all of my friends live...' Then a thought popped into your head. 'Mark!' Alex doesn't know where Mark lives. You push yourself to your feet and half limp, half stumble into your room. You get some clothes, your hairbrush, toothbrush, and a few other things and but them into a backpack. You also grab your computer, iPad, and the chargers for them and your phone. The final things that you take are your wallet, and Alex's pocket knife that he left behind. You also grab your key, just in case. You limp into the hall and text Mark.

'Mark, I need your help.' You say.

'Y/n? What's wrong?' He replied.

'There' son time to explain. Get to my apartment as fast as you can. There shouldn't be anyone in the lobby.' You say.

'I'll be there in 10 minuets.' He replies. You sigh in relief. Sure enough, ten minuets later, you hear footsteps coming up the stairs. Your legs are weak and you can hardly stand. "Y/N?" Mark says, rushing to your side to help you stand. "What happened?" He asked. "I can't tell you here..." You say. He helps you to the elevator and then to the car. "Hospital or my house?" He asks. "Your house." You say weakly. Spots dance in your vision. "Mark..." You say. You see him turn to you with a worried expression on his face before everything goes black.