Text me| Mark Thomas fanfiction

Chapter 17

"How was school?" My mothers voice boomed excitedly, it was only her and I, so I guessed she must've been quite lonely at the shiny new complex. Rain poured from the sky, and microscopic droplets of water clung onto my tangled brown curls. 

"It was... Okay." I muttered, unconvincingly; My mother didn't seem to pick up on my apprehensive feelings so I continued to ramble on, "Mark goes there..." My voice dropped as the sentence continued, it tasted strange in my mouth. I shouldn't have even met Mark. If it weren't for those goddamn messages...

Her eyes pricked in surprise was I mentioned my once very close friend and a smile arose on her lips, "Oh, that's just great sweetheart! That reminds me..." She paused, walking over to the kitchen counter and grabbing an apple, "Mark's mother invited us to dinner on Saturday." 

A fake smile appeared on my lips and I nodded, my voice cracking a little as I said, "Oh, cool!" After that, I raced upstairs and flopped on my cushiony comforters and flipped through my twitter page, and instantly, my phone went off, Mark. Thoughts raced through my mind whether to answer his call or not and finally decided to ignore him. 

That didn't stop him, the calls continued just as I continued to ignore them. He was a bully and I wouldn't ever stand for that, not in a million years. The buzzing continued and I re-flipped over my phone, 5 messages shone across my phone background of Dan and Phil smiling at one another. I sighed and checked them.

Mark😶 : answer your phone

Mark😶: are you mad at me..

Mark😶: I love you...

Mark😶 : Come back 😫

Mark😶: I'm sorry 

Karisma: I hate you...

snap opened 

I threw my phone against my bed and shoveled my face in to my pillow, slowly falling asleep. 

"NO, NO! STOP HURTING ME PLASE STOP!" The little girl screamed in to the wind, praying the pain would fade away. A tall man began kicking her torso and punching her all over. Bruises were formed and purple. Not ever had she thought her father would be her bully. The one to harm her, a woman stepped outside, begging the intoxicated man to stop. She grabbed the girl, heading to her old vehicle and quickly drove away with the young woman, leaving the violent man in the cold. Time passed and the girl became older. She began attending her new school and tried hard to be loved. Her mother, however, often got drunk and angry. The students noticed her small frame and her recurring scars and believed she was a nobody. The few who cared ran away when they met the boy. His shadow towered darkly above her, a strong malicious smile spread across his face. She couldn't run, she couldn't hide. She was going to die. 

And thats when Kristen awoke. 

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