LA Devotee

Chapter 27

It was now a few days later and Pandora was leaving the store. She has to pick up a few things she needed for a video, and honestly right now, she was pissed. She got into her car, slamming the door before shoving the key into ignition and quickly turning the car on. She put the car into drive then stepping on the petal and immediately hitting the high way, speeding home.

"Mark, we need to talk. Now." Pandora shouted as she walked into the house, slamming the front door behind her. Mark slowly walked down the stairs, scratching the back of his neck, "What? I don't have time for this." He muttered as he searched the counter for his SD cards.

"You'll make time unless you want me to walk out the fucking door. And you know I will." Pandora whispered, but it was loud enough for Mark to hear. Mark just stopped before slowly turning around, "What?" He asked. "You fucking heard me." She spat. Pandora made her way to Mark, prying the SD cards from his hand, then slamming them on the counter. "You leaving?" Mark sarcastically laughed, "That's the biggest load of bullshit I've heard all day. You and I both know you won't leave."

Pandora shook her head, "Fucking watch me." She hissed as she walked toward the door, Mark immediately realizing she was serious. "Woah! Where are you going?" He asked as he harshly grabbed her arm, his grip tightening; most likely leaving a bruise on her upper arm. "Im leaving. I'm done Mark." She whispered as she looked away from him, tears clouding her vision.

"You can't be done." He whispered lowly. "Mark, all we ever do is fight! As clingy as this sound, I never see you anymore and we fucking live together." Pandora hissed, trying to jerk her arm away, but his grip slightly tightened, him not noticing. "You're fucking hurting me, asshole." Pandora hissed. He quickly moved his arm, "I can't help I have a job, Pandora!" He shouted, causing her to flinch.

"What's your fucking problem?!" Pandora growled, "Because we both know that your work doesn't have anything to do with you avoiding me, Mark." Mark just stood there, staring at her as jagged breaths left his lips. "I-it's nothing." He stuttered out. "Bullshit. I've done something and you're pissed about now." Pandora confronted.

"I've just been caught up in my work, Pandora. Don't make this worse."

"Oh really now?" She said as she clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth, "You're obviously not too caught up, considering you went and got drinks with Felix." She slightly growled, "Don't lie to me, Mark. Please."

"You know what? I heard you were cheating on me. With your fucking ex." Mark growled. "Oh my god. This again?" Pandora laughed but immediately stopped when she realized how serious Mark was, "You're kidding, right?" Pandora asked, a sigh escaping her lips; knowing this would lead to another fight between them.

"No. I'm not fucking kidding. You went out, and cheated on me. Thats what I heard. So tell me the truth." He growled once more. "First off, where the hell did you hear that?" She asked. "None of your concern." He responded. "Second off, why would I do that to you?" She asked once again, "If you can't trust me, then I might as well pack up my things and move out." Pandora
said as started toward the stairs, "Trust is the main key in a relationship, Mark. And it seems like you don't have any."

"I do have trust, but I don't trust him. Do you understand?" Mark hissed. "Who Mark? Who is 'he'?" She shouted at him, "I'm sick and tired of this! This isn't the first time this has happened!"

"'He' is fucking Michael!" Mark yelled, moving closer to Pandora. "Mark, back up." She whispered once he was standing right in front of her, his arms placed on the railings, keeping her from moving.

"Explain to me why I should believe that nothing is happening, and I will." Mark replied in the same tone. "Mark move, dammit!" She growled as she tried to move away from him, "I'll fucking tell you whatever you want to know if you just move!"

"Why should I move, Pandora?!" He lowly growled at her. She didn't say a word, but quickly turned around, walking up the stairs. "Because nothing happened and you can't trust me so I'm gone." She yelled down to him as she drug her suitcase out from under her bed.

"You're not leaving." Mark said as he shoved the suit case back under the bed, "You're not walking out on me." He whispered.

"Uh guys? Is this a bad time?" Pandora's head whipped around the see her best friend and her boyfriend standing there. Pandora and Mark just ignored them as they stood there watching.

"You're the one accusing me, but yet when I try to make things better by going, you get even more pissed?" Pandora sarcastically laughed.

"You honestly think you're making things better by leaving me?" The words slipped out of Mark's mouth, making Sydney and Sean gasp, "Is that what you think?" Mark murmured.

"No. But Mark, do you not see where I'm coming from?! Put yourself in my shoes. Constantly being questioned on whether I'm cheating on my boyfriend, who, may I add, love to fucking much for it to be healthy." She cried out.

"This again?" Sydney muttered to Sean. "I think so." He quietly whispered back as the two watched their friends fight.

"If i fucking felt like I was good enough then I wouldn't act like this!"

"I think we need some time apart." Pandora whispered as she bit her lip, tears starting to run down her face, "I'll come back in time, but we need time, Mark. We both have issues we need to fix." Mark's breath hitched as he swallowed down any tears he wanted to let spill. "Mark please don't cry." She whispered as she walked toward their dresser, "Please don't." Mark shook his head and pushed past his friends, walking out of the room. Pandora sighed as she packed clothes in her suit case, tears still spilling down her cheeks.

"Maybe I should go talk to him." Sean murmured. "I'll talk to her." Sydney sighed as she walked into the room, shutting the door behind her, "What happened?" She asked as she wrapped her arms around Pandora's now sobbing frame. "He accused me again, Sydney." Pandora sighed as she threw her clothes in frustration. "Why did he accuse you?" Sydney pressed. "Rumors. Someone made up some rumors about me and Michael and of course, Mark heard." Pandora sighed. Sydney just nodded, listening.

"Am I doing the right thing?" Pandora whispered faintly, "because it feels like I'm not. I've hurt him."

"I don't know what to tell you, Panda."

"Just tell me if I'm doing the right them, Syd." She sighed, "I have no clue what I'm going to do." She continued, "Maybe I could text Luke as ask if I could stay at his place for a few days. He owes me that much." She said as she rubbed her face. Sydney nodded a little, "I don't know what to tell you, I haven't been in this situation."

"Try to never be in this situation. It sucks.. So much." She whispered. Sydney nodded once again. Pandora slid her suit case into the floor, zipping it then plopping onto the bed. "I don't want to go, but I feel like it's for the best right now." She sighed as she watched Sydney stand there. Sydney looked down, shaking her head a little bit not saying anything. "Go on. Go talk to Mark." Pandora sighed, "I'll be fine. Please. Go make sure he's okay." She whispered. Sydney looked up. "Are you sure?"

"I'm positive." She said, giving her a fake smile, "I'll be okay." She confirmed. Sydney sighed, knowing she was lying but didn't push the situation. She knew Pandora was in a hard spot and didn't want to make it any worse. "You okay?" She asked as she sat down next to Mark.

"Does it look like I'm okay?" He whispered, "My girlfriend is leaving me, Sydney." His voice raised with every word, "And I'm fucking letting it happen. I haven't done a thing to make her stay."