Text me| Mark Thomas fanfiction

Chapter 11

Karisma's POV

Anger boomed inside of me. I could feel my eyes burn but I bit back the urge as I dragged Loren in to the kitchen of Mark's home. He was only just explaining how much he cared about me and then he goes and drags her into his life. I wonder if he does this to every girl. Now in the kitchen, I drop Loren's arm and greet her face. A dark smirk is placed on her lips as I growl, "Stop flirting with Mark." She stands there for a second before inhaling sharply and muttering, "how about no." She then grabs my arms, forcing me against the refrigerator door.

A grunt escapes my mouth as she bangs my head on to the refrigerator. A shot of pain travels up my head. Loren grabs a lock of my hair and whispers, "Mark is mine. Do you actually think he would ever care about a runt like you?" There's a glint in her eyes when I don't respond. My heart falters as I rethink what she had just said. Her voice is quiet but it booms loudly in my ears.

"EH? Did you not hear me, runt? Answer my question." She hardly tugs down the strand of hair and another sharp pain travels up my head. My eyes narrow as I say, " I-I don't know... W-would he like a barbie doll like y-you? Plastic and fake?" A scoff escapes her voice as her anger radiates off of her and onto my skin. I flinch, my eyes closing for a split second until she grabs my throat and mutters, "No more miss frilly, got that, loser?" Her hands hold my neck harshly as she begins to squeeze it even harder. A voice coming from the dining room interrupts her, "GIRLS! COME ON IT'S TIME TO BROADCAST!"

She averts her attention to the doorway then to me. Her voice pains me as she keeps a hold on my neck, "Next time you flirt with Mark, I won't hesitate to ruin you." She then drops me and walks out of the kitchen, a smile plastered on her smug face.

I don't want to move. I can't move. My body aches and my head booms against my skull. I touch where she pulled my hair and glance at the red liquid on my fingers. I begin to wonder why I'm such a loser, a stranger, a runt. Bringing my knees to my face, I cry, wetting my jeggings and struggling to breath through the sobs. I hear a voice, "Karisma? You okay? Why is your head bleeding?" I look up, drying my eyes only to see Mark.

My head burns and a scowl forms on my lips. He notices and sighs, "Listen to me, tell me what happened to your head." My eyes become glassy as I try to find the right words to say, trying not to worry him. "I-I... I'm okay... I j-just... um... fell." Worry clouds his eyes and a frown is perched on is lips, a sigh escapes from inside of him as he gets up. "W-where are you going?" I ask curiously.

"I'm getting you an icepack." His statement booms and I become unsure if I really want his help.

"N-no.. It's... I'm fin-" I'm interrupted by his voice

"No, you're not fine. You're bleeding. Now, I don't know what actually happened, but you should probably tell me." I take the icepack and place it on my head and Mark looks into my eyes once again. I sigh and shake my head in denial.

"Do you think you're okay enough to broadcast with us?" I hesitate and then nod my head, helping myself up and walking up the long stairway.

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