Trigger warning: abuse and drinking and murderous threats
Your POV
"STUPID BITCH!!! GET OUT OF MY APARTMENT!" I was freaking out, in tears on the phone with the police and heard Brandon, my very abusive, drunk boyfriend yell. "Ma'am, please calm down. I can't understand you. I need to know the physical state of the situation and your address." the operator calmly stated. "I...I am being hit in the stomach with empty beer bottles and metal objects, and...being threatened to be shot and have already been smacked with a gun." I heasitantly told the operator. "Okay dearie" she hung up and I don't remember anything after that.
"Babe?" Mark waved his hand in front of my face. I zoned out again. "Its...its horrible what I've been through, Mark...I-" he shushed me by putting a finger on my lips. "I remember. And just know that I'll always be here to protect you from anything and anyone"
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Markiplier Imagines
FanfictionJust some markimoo imagines. There will be feels and twists and LOTS O' DRAMA!!!! But, I will take requests and I am sorry if anyone gets offended/ triggered by my content. The cover is not my art, the artist is shuploc and I got this pic from goog...
