Leaving a Life Behind. || Mark Thomas

Leaving

"Upstairs," Mark said as we walked into his house.

I turned to walk up the stairs and went to Mark's room.

"Okay, so what was bothering you earlier at the mall?" Mark asked, closing the door behind him.

"I told you," I said, "it's nothing. And even if it were, I wouldn't want to talk about it."

"Olivia. I know something's bothering you," he insisted.

"I'm fine!"

I tried to turn away but he grabbed my hand before I could get away from him.

"Leave me alone!" I yelled.

"Olivia! What's wrong with you?!" Mark insisted.

"All those girls! They were so much prettier than I was and I know you're planning to leave me for one of them! Just admit it, Mark! I'm ugly and useless," I began to scream.

By this time, I could feel tears running down my eyes. I could see Mark quickly becoming furious.

"Why- How could you think that I'm that unloyal?! You don't trust me?!"

"Well, maybe you shouldn't indirectly flirt with all of your followers on Twitter!"

"Good God, it's called trying to keep a fan base!"

I was honestly done at this point. I had began to cry uncontrollably as Mark got more angry with every second that passed by.

"Just forget it," I said, while breaking his grip.

All he could do was stand there. He was staring into blank space. From shock or anger, I couldn't tell. But I didn't even care at this point. I wanted to get as far from him as possible.

I began to shove all my stuff into my bag aggressively. My makeup was all over the place in there, my converse stacked on top. It had looked like an overprotective girlfriend got mad at her boyfriend while he wasn't home and threw his stuff all over the place.

I grabbed my phone charger from behind his bed and stormed out without saying a word while he was still staring straight ahead. He hadn't moved since I had broken from his grip.

I ran down the stairs and slammed the door to his house behind me, now standing in the humidity and being soaked by rain. I didn't even think to put my jacket on. I pulled my phone out to call Cameron.

C- Hello?

O- Hey, it's me. Are you home yet?

C- Nah, I stopped at the gas station.

O- Can you come back to Mark's? I need you to pick me up. I'll explain when you get here.

C- Yeah, be there in a couple minutes.

*hang up*

I began to start walking, hoping that Mark wouldn't come out.

A couple minutes later, Cameron pulled up to me on the side of the road.

"Someone looks wet," he joked. "Hop in."

I laughed as I opened the passengers side to his truck.

"Thanks. I appreciate it," I smiled as I buckled up.

"Yeah, buckle up for safety."

"Shut up, Cam," I laughed.

"So what happened?"

I hesitated to tell him, I didn't want him to get mad at Mark.

"Well... We kinda got into a disagreement."

"No crap, what happened?"

As soon as he asked the second time, my phone vibrated.

Mark.

"Does this mean we're over?"

I scoffed and locked my phone without responding. I think Cameron could tell I didn't want to talk about it by now, so he just turned on the radio. We sat in silence the rest of the way to his house and pulled up in his driveway about 10 minutes later.