LA Devotee

Chapter 11

"What would you believe? Your best friend walks into your apartment with tears running down their face. They explain that their partner's ex was outside their apartment and said something about how amazing their partner is in bed. After they just got into a fight about them possibly cheating." She started before yelling out to Pandora, "Now you better get your fucking ass back here."

She whipped around before glaring at her, "Why should I? You don't believe me. Sean doesn't believe me. Mark doesn't believe me. Michael wants to make my life a living hell. What's left, Sydney? I understand Mark is your best friend. I completely get you want to protect him. I can't help he listened to Michael instead of asking me. I can't do anything about that! But I do know; I love that man will all my heart, and I'll be damned if I left Michael ruin that."

"Then go fucking talk to him, you fucking dipshit!" Sydney yelled, her eyes somehow going to an almost black shade. "If he means so goddamn much to you, then go fucking talk to him! Fucking hell! Can't you get through your brain that he wants a reason to believe you?! Go fucking give him one before I knock your lights out!"

"He won't believe me Sydney." She whispered, "God.. He means so fucking much to me, but I'm sure.. I'm sure I've lost him for sure this time."

"Go fucking try. Go fucking try.. If you don't, then you definitely have. And no one can fucking fix that."

"I'm not even sure if he wants to see me!" She yelled at her, "and if he doesn't, what do I do?" She whispered, tearing up at the thought of loosing Mark completely. And it would have been all because of Michael.

"Just fucking go!" Sydney yelled, getting fed up. "Go! Fucking now! Just go and fucking talk to him! Make him fucking listen."

"What room is he in?" She asked, finally giving up. Sydney pointed down the hall. "Guest room. Last room on the left."

She sighed before walking down the hall. She quietly knocked on the door before opening it, "Mark?" She whispered. Mark's head turned to the door, his eyebrows furrowing as he wasn't sure if he actually heard something. She walked in the dim lit room, slowly shutting the door behind her. Mark's breath hitched in his throat as he sat up.

"C-can we talk?" She asked, sitting on the edge of the bed; as far away from Mark as she could get. He swallowed hard as he slowly nodded, his voice coming out in a thick, sad croak. "I think so." It was silent for a few moments before she actually spoke up. "What did Michael exactly tell you?" She asked. Mark's face turned red, him now becoming angry again. "That I got lucky because your amazing in bed. He also said you scratch hard too." Mark all but growled. "Mark.. Baby.. Calm down." She whispered but was cut off by him.

"No. You won't tell me that. Not now." He hissed. "Have you had sex with him since he's been here? Huh?"

"Mark. I haven't. Why? I wouldn't cheat on you with that prick. And even if you don't believe it, I know I wouldn't. But if you don't believe me, then fine." She said as she started to stand up from the bed. Mark instantly grabbed her wrist. "I feel like he's better than me, Pandora.." He whispered sadly, tears filling his eyes.

She looked toward him before sitting next to him, "Never. He'll never be better than you Mark. I swear. And next time I see him, which will be soon, I'm gonna smash his fucking skull in." She wrapped her arms around him, but muttering the last part.

He carefully pulled her into his lap, his face burying into her neck as tears slowly rolled down his cheeks. She turned around, a leg on either side of his waist, holding onto him and rubbing his back as he cried. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for Michael. I'm sorry for making you believe that I'd cheat on you with him. I'm sorry he's such a goddamn prick." She mumbled as she played with the hair on the nape of his neck.