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“Wait, I’m sorry! It’s not what you think!” I hear Mark yell at me as I storm out of the
restaurant, my make up smearing as tears run down my face. As I walk, I rip off my black heels,
and stomp to my car. Mark is running behind me I reach my car and in an angry manner, I tear
my keys from my purse and start to shove them in my car lock. Mark nears my car.
“(Y/N) wait! It’s not what it looks like!” He shouts in his defense. Half way in my car, I
peer my head out to make a final comment.
“I hate you Mark. Go away! Go enjoy your life with HER!” I scream, throwing my heels at
him before ducking my head into my car and slamming the door shut. I press the pedal to the
floor, and I drive out of the parking lot, gripping the wheel. Mark chases after my car before he
starts panting, and I drive off leaving him in the dark parking lot. I drive through the darkness
deciding where to go. My head is pounding. Memories flash through my mind of Mark and me
from when we were dating. I try to block them out, but I can’t.
{Flashback}
“(Y/NNNNNN).... I’m hooome.” Mark says walking into the house. I hear the door shut
behind him, and within a few seconds he meets me in the kitchen as sunlight pours in the dim
room. He flicks on the lights, and I pop a confetti popper. In front of me is a cake I baked earlier
for him, with lit candles. I wear a short dress with a lace top, and flower patterns flowing down to
my knees. Mark Stares in awe, and smiles.
“Babe, you did this all for me?” He asks walking over to me, wrapping his arms around
my waist. I nod and giggle.He touches his nose to mine, and kisses me softly. He then picks me
up so that I am not touching the ground, and twirls me around making my dress flutter. He sets
me down, and I hug him.
{Flashback End}
Most of my makeup is smeared all over my face as I pull up to our house. I stomp into
the house, slamming the door. I storm upstairs and past his recording room into our bedroom. I
grab a suitcase and began stuffing it with anything I can find in my closet and my drawer into it. I
slam the suitcase shut and grab my phone charger and my laptop. I stuff my car with my
belongings. Once I am done, I run back inside and go into the kitchen. I rustle around under the
sink until I find a red can of spray paint and I rush up stairs. I storm into the recording room and
start to paint on the walls. When I am done, I step back and admire what I have done. I pull out
my phone, and snap a photo, then I get into my car and start to drive away.
I’m getting out of here. I drive out of the driveway until I reach the courthouse. I park my
car outside, and I stomp in. I walk up to a lady who greets me with a smile.
“Yes dear?” She asks with a warm smile.
“I would like to change my name.” I state bluntly. She types something on the computer
next to her and nods.
“Alright. What will the new name be?” I stop and think. What will it be? I shake my head
and slam $50 dollars on the counter.
Clementine Carter. Here is the money.” She eyes me and nods. She tells me it will be a
minute, and I pull out my phone and quickly make a new Facebook account. I smile wickedly
and type in the new user name. TheDevilsAdvocate _. I tag Markiplier and I post the picture of
his spray painted recording room, with the message “Be careful who you trust. the devil was
once an angel.” I shove my phone back in my pocket, and the woman brings back papers to
sign. I sign them quickly, and head out. As I am leaving, my phones buzzes wildly. I pile into my
car read what the big deal is. My post has gotten TONS of likes, and Mark is freaking out. As I
am about to pull away, a knock rings off from the window into my ears. I turn my head, and a
man with blonde hair smiles at me through the glass. I wipe some tears away from my eyes and
face him. I roll down the window.
“Hey… You seem like you are in a huarry, and my car broke down, and I can’t seem to
find a rental. You look like your getting outta here… So this is a really big thing to ask of you, but
if it isn’t to much out of your way… Would you mind taking me to a town called Brookings?
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