Coming Home (Adopted By Markiplier Sequel)

Chapter 19

POV: Krystal

There I stood, right in front of my best friend. Bags were draped around her shoulders and in her hands, but the weight on her shoulders wasn't because of the bags, but because the fact that this was the last time we might see each other for a while.

I wrapped my arms around her like I never wanted to let her go, which was exactly something I didn't want to do. 

~~Hours Before~~

The four of us entered the house I was dreading, but then also wanting to enter. I didn't even bother to take my bags upstairs. Dropping it right by the front door, I walked to the couch and plopped down, crossing my arms. "Are you going to explain now?" I asked, looking between the two boys, showing anger instead of the fear that was deep inside me. 

Nothing was said as Taylor sat next to me, looking between the two of them too. They both looked at each other, Mark looking down at his feet seconds later. Jack sighed, turning to us and taking a deep breath. "Ok, it's nothing bad....who am I kidding? Just...after hearing this, don't be mad toward us or Mark because of his decision."

Taylor and I looked in anticipation. Jack looked at Mark, "Do you want to say it?"

Mark took a deep breath, "No...but I know I should." Moments passed; moments that Mark took to build up whatever he had to say. Taking deep breaths, closing his eyes, trying to hold back tears. When finally, he looked me dead in the eyes, saying, "Jack is moving back to Ireland to be with his family for a while....and he's taking Taylor with him."

If the fact that hearing someone that is like family to me moving away is heart breaking, hearing that Taylor, the sister that I finally have, is leaving is even worse. I'm losing my family; the family I have been waiting all my life to have. 

But how long did I expect that to last?

"WHAT?!" Taylor screamed, jumping up from the couch. 

Mark flinched, Jack stepping up for him and putting his hands up in a "calm down" matter. "Look, we would have told you sooner, but we just didn't know how."

Taylor yelled back, but I just droned it all out. My attention was on Mark, and how he looked at me with so much pain, but also with hope. I've known him long enough to know why he's showing hope. He hopes I won't hate him after this.

I sent no emotion back, but got up and pulled him upstairs and to his bedroom. Before I could close the door behind us, Cooper darted into the room, scared of the yelling going on downstairs. I sat down onto the floor, petting him as I waited for him to say something as he sat down onto his bed.

When I found out he wasn't, I asked, "Why?"

He knew what I meant, and he replied almost instantly, "He came into the room this morning, and asked if he could adopt Taylor from me. It was all just fucked up from there. He started talking about how he and Taylor connected over the trip, and he felt as though she was the best daughter he could have, or something like that. I don't know, he was just throwing things at me. He then said that he was moving back to Ireland to be with is family and that he wants to take Taylor with him....I didn't know how to tell you when you came out of the room and saw me in that state. So I just....stayed quiet."

"But why are you just handing her over? You have the documents stating that Taylor is legally your daughter and is legally my sister. Jack doesn't have the right to take her from you."

"He's not taking her from me, I'm handing her over."

"That's what I don't understand! I thought you love Taylor!"  

"I do! It's just...." Mark trailed off with a groan, putting his head in his hands and pulling at his hair. "Hearing that I'm losing my best friend didn't put me into a great state of mind when he asked me. He loves Taylor, and I don't want to take that from him. So, I let him hurt me instead of me hurting him. "

Just like earlier this morning, I walked over to him, sitting down and wrapping my arms around him. Though this time, he hugged me back, pulling me close to him to the point where I was having trouble breathing, but I didn't care. "I know how it feels," I said, barely audible;

"All my life is just about losing people. After a while, you get used to it."

~~

I let go of Taylor, and even though I didn't know how I felt towards Jack at the moment, I gripped onto him. He did too, and we sat there for a good couple minutes before we pulled back. Finally, Mark said his goodbyes, and I swear he didn't want to let go of Jack as much as I didn't want to let go of Taylor. But he did, and that's when they left.

Mark closed the door and turned toward me, and that's when I lost it. 

Once again, it was just Mark, Cooper, and I in this house that could never seem more empty.

GAH I'M SO BAD AT UPDATING!

Here you go though, enjoyz the feelz, MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!

But anyways, I'll howl at you later, my pack!