Adopted By Markiplier (COMPLETED)

Chapter 8

POV: Krystal

I woke up the next morning, not wanting to get out of bed. But, of course, Mark needed me to do something. So, in all my tiredness glory, I got out of bed, got dressed, and headed toward Mark's room. Which is where he said he was going to be. (Her outfit is the PIC)

I knocked on the door lightly, "Come in!"

I pushed opened the door, seeing Mark on his bed, computer on his lap, "Why did you need me at..." I checked the time on my phone, "eight in the morning?"

He looked up from his computer and smiled, "Well, I need you to go over to Wade's place and grab my game. The game you made for me. I let him borrow it and he forgot to give it back. Just bang on the door, he should wake up."

I nodded, "But, where does he live."

"That's the easy part. Down the street, going left, and his house is the corner house. You can't miss it."

"Ok, i'll be back."

"You better! Don't leave me for Wade!"

I walked away from his door, picking up my shoes and putting them on, "NO PROMISES!"

I heard him chuckle as I opened the door and started my expedition to Wade's. I just hope he wakes up so I don't have to break in on his ass.

His house wasn't that far, seeing as it took me only about three minutes to get there. I walked up the steps to his door, banging on it like Mark said, "WADE!"

I heard footsteps on the other side, stuff banging around, "I'M COMING!"

He swung open the door, in his bed head and pajamas still, looking down and seeing me. He instantly smiled, "Hey Krystal! What brings you here?"

I pushed him aside, walking in his house. Studying the rooms, "Um, Mark sent me to retrieve his game. The game he let you borrow."

"Oh! The tomb raider game or whatever it's called."

"Yea, that game." I was a little hurt that he forgot what it was called, but hid it. I don't want to really talk. I want to get in and out.

"About that, i'm not done with the game. I need some more time. I thought I was done but people are telling me that they saw something I missed. So, i'll need it for another day or two.

Great, came all this way for nothing, "Ok, thanks. I'll get going now. I don't want Mark to worry."

Wade nodded, opening the door for me, "I'll tell Mark you're on your way."

"Thanks. Cya Wade!" I yelled when I got to the sidewalk.

"Bye Krystal!"

I heard the door closed and began my journey back. Actually, I should play that game, Journey. Maybe I can get Mark to-

"Hey pretty ladddddyyyyy!" I heard a voice inbetween two houses.

I looked over, which was my most horrid mistake. The guy, on which said that, grabbed me and covered my mouth, muffling my yells and protests, "You better shut your mouth girl!"

I couldn't move, I couldn't do anything. I know what was coming. I knew what I was doing.

I was having a panic attack.

The guy pushed me against the wall and laughed, "Panic attack huh? That just makes this so much easier for me."

His hand started reaching up my skirt....

POV: Mark

She should have been back by now.

I was on the couch, the TV on. But, I couldn't paid attention to it. Wade sent me a text seven minutes ago that she was on her way back. Where is she?

I turned off the TV, getting up and putting on my shoes, "Great, now I need to go find her. She's in so much trouble when I do."

I walked out of my house, not bothering to lock the door. This is a nice neighborhood, so nothing should have happened to her.

But, what if something did? What if that's why she isn't home?

Fear started to creep over me, "Krystal?!"

I didn't hear anything but a scream that was muffled a second later. A girl's scream. Thank god for this quiet neighborhood.

I jumped down the stairs, running toward the direction of the scream. 

I ran toward Wade's house, almost missing Krystal's pink highlights. I'm not letting her get rid of those. I could see her from a mile away.

I ran over, seeing another figure by her. I automatically punched the figure right in the face, knocking him out.

I looked over at Krystal whose shirt was all messed up and tattered with, along with her skirt. I grabbed her shoulders, knocking her out of whatever trance she was in or whatever, "Krystal? What did he do to you?" I pretty much knew already, but I had to be sure.

She didn't answer, just looked into my eyes with pain, fear, sorry...I knew right there that I was right.

I pulled her in for a hug, pulling out my phone and calling the cops, "Hello, this is the police department, how can we help you?"

"There's a man here that put his hands on my daughter."

"Ok, sir, what's your name?"

"Mark. Mark Fischbach."

"Ok Mr. Fischbach, we're sending police to your location. They should be there any minute. They'll ask you and your little girl questions."

"Ok, thank you."

I hung up before the lady could say anything else. I put my phone away and gripped tightly onto Krystal, who was shaking with fear.

I sighed and closed my eyes, a tear falling from my cheek to her hair.

How could I have done this to her? I shouldn't have sent her out alone. Not this early in the morning. Now, she was violated. It's all my fault.

I'm such a terrible father.