Changing my Life

Chapter 10: Hugs, hugs and more hugs.

I awoke to the sound of my phone ringing. "Hello?" I answered sleepily. "Great news Riley" it was Reba, her manger, "I made a few calls. You have an audition today, 5pm. Be ready!" the line went dead. I sighed; it was 10am. I slid my legs out of the bed and walked to the door to make my way to the bathroom. I then realize two things; one, there were marks on my neck and wrists. Second, this wasn't my house. I turned around and yanked open the door, bumping into Mark. "Ow" he said, gripping his forehead. I looked at him, and his warm brown eyes were so gentle and caring. "You ok?" he asked quietly. I could only shake my head as I felt the tears threaten to overflow. He immediately wrapped his arms around me gently ,"Its ok, you're ok." he mumbled into my hair.  I began crying in earnest then, hands on his chest as he tightened his grip on me. He tried his best to sooth me. After a few moments, I sniffled and gently unwound my self from his arms. "I have to go." I mumbled. His face changed, hurt. "Not because of you, "I quickly explained, "I have to go and do something important.." He nodded, understanding. He stepped aside and allowed me to get my things. I was just about to walk out the door when he stopped me. Hugging me again he told me to be careful, before pulling back to hold my face in his hands. He stared me in the eye, his chocolate ones sparkling, before leaning down to lightly press his lips to my forehead.  He pulled back, smiling slightly, and I left Mark's house blushing furiously.

I drove home from the audition rather pleased and happily surprised. The script I was given to read from was from my favorite show Supernatural. I had auditioned for the role of a new character, and thought it had gone rather well. The judges seemed pleased with my performance, at least. When I got home I texted all my friends excitedly. I was in the kitchen doing dishes when someone knocked on my door. "WHO IS IT?!" I yelled. "WILFRED WARFSTACH" Mark yelled back, and I laughed. "COME IN" I said. I heard him walk in, laughing. He was wearing a green t-shirt, lightly faded blue jeans, and converse sneakers, his eyes bright behind his glasses. His hair was spiked to its usual point, and he had a big smile on his face. "Damn" I thought, struggling not to go into complete fangirl insanity. He leaned against the counter beside me, folding his arms over his chest. "Need any help?" he asked sweetly. "You can dry them" I said, nodding to a rag beside the sink. He began to dry the dishes as I passed them to him. They worked in silence for a few moments. "So how was your day?" he asked finally, glancing up to look at her. "Fine," I replied, "went to an interview." He pursed his lips, nodding. When all the dishes were dried, I wiped my hands on my jeans and began to put them away. It had just moved into October, so I had the sleeves of my thin brown shirt pushed up to my elbows. I felt his eyes on my back as I moved around the kitchen. When I was done there, I went into the living room and began to tidy up. Mark sat on the couch, watching me as I worked. Silence. I walked passed, and he grabbed my hand, forcing me to look at him. My shoulders slumped, and I sighed as I sat beside him. "What's wrong?" he asked me. I simply shook my head. I couldn't tell him. I didn't want to tell anyone. The men last night had only made me worse. I felt just like I used to, running on fumes, making myself go. I couldn't meet his eyes, but he forced me, placing a strong hand under my chin and forcing my head gently up. His brown eyes were soft and understanding. " Look." he said. " I'm not going to force you to tell me. I get it, something's wrong that you aren't comfortable talking about. But I'm here. You don't have to tell me anything except that you're upset over something and ill be there. Promise." he said, then hugged me. I gave him a tearful smile when we pulled apart. "Lets go play Mortal Komabt again, shall we?" he asked. I laughed, "So you can get your ass kicked again?" I teased, feeling much better. He scoffed, "I let you win last time. This time, I am le BOSS!" I rolled my eyes and picked up my controller. "We'll see" I challenged.