A Love Like Ours || m.f.

19

"It would be better for both of us if I left." I suggested.

He was very hesitant, like he was debating all of his major life choices. "Fine." He finally side-stepped so I could walk through the door.

Really?

"You won't ever... will you?" his words were strained and hurt.

"Won't ever what?" I progressed towards the door and slowly turned the handle.

"It'll always be him, won't it?"

I peered back at Abel's sorrow-filled face before I opened the door. I didn't feel bad, he was a monster. If he wanted me so bad he shouldn't of dragged me inside his apartment like a deranged human being.

"It'll always be him." I reassured

Mark stood in front of us, fuming. I swear if he clenched his jaw any harder his teeth would crack under the pressure. I lunged forward and buried my face in his neck. He grabbed me as well, his arms wrapped so forcefully around my torso it seemed as if he wouldn't ever let go again.

"Let's go home. I want to go home." I mumbled into his neck.

"Not until Abel gets a piece of my f*cking mind." Mark grumbled.

"Just leave him. Please. Leave this behind. Can we just go home? I want to go home." I was about to start crying. I wanted anything but to be in this apartment.

When Mark didn't move, I pushed him towards the broken door.

"I should kill you." Mark spat through gritted teeth.

I forcefully patted his chest and motioned for him to move quicker. I was still deathly afraid. Abel's eyes followed me all the way out of the door. Once we got outside I unlatched from Mark and sprinted up the stairs to the apartment. Mark realized what I was doing and sprinted after me.

"I'm sorry."

I stood in the middle of the room, my hands beginning to shake uncontrollably.

"Lock the door." I mumbled

"Huh?"

"Lock the door." This time I said it a bit louder so Mark could hear.

He turned and flipped the deadbolt into the locked position. As for me, I was mortified. I never wanted anything to do with Abel for the rest of my life.

"(Y/n)?" Mark's sweet voice seeped into my thoughts and put my scatterbrain at ease. For a moment. Then it was back again, the jitters, wide eyes, the fear.

"Hold me."

"Hm?"

Back to being a little kid again, I turned and ran into his unaware arms, and before I knew it I was sobbing. He picked me up and held me so close to his body I could hear every breath he took. We made it back to the bed somehow and in a short amount of time he had me cuddled close against him. He started to hum, which was weird at first, but oddly enough very soothing. I could feel the deep rumble of his vocal chords if I pressed my head close enough to his chest.

"I won't leave the apartment. You won't leave the apartment. Let's start looking at some houses because we're moving." His words were comforting, but I had to leave. I had to work. And move? Not likely. I could barely pay rent as it was. The places in California weren't cheap.

"You won't feel safe here ever again. I know you won't. We have to leave." He reassured himself.

"Where?" I whispered