Y/n L/n lost her mother at the age of four. She now has a step mom and lives with her drinking dad and her abusive step mother. She's bullied everyday and her only friend are YouTubers that she doubts will ever meet. She cuts almost every night and...
You and Mark entered his apartment in silence. Again, it was warm and nice from last time you went in.
"Do you want something to eat?" Mark asked you.
You were about to decline his offer when you thought started I think about your lunch today and the past few years you've been like this. You haven't had a proper meal since your mother passed away so now would be a good time to eat. "Yes, please." You say politely with a small smile.
Mark leads you to the kitchen and instructs you to sit down while he (tries) to cook something. Then, Chica come running up to you with her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth and her tail wagging oh so happily.
You pet her gently on the head, feeling her soft fur against your palms. She looked big to be a puppy, but she was still adorable. You remember a small memory when you were four and a few weeks after your mother died.
~Flashback~
"Mommy! Daddy! Can we get a pet please?!" You asked your parents.
"We can't afford one at the moment baby girl," Your mother sweetly said to you. "but, we might get you a little fishy for you!" She exclaimed.
You squeal in a very high pitch voice. Even if it was just a simple fish, you were still excited. Your dad drove you and your mom to the pet store where you would get your fish.
You picked out a colorful fish which appealed to you very much.
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After paying for the fish, you and your mom walked out and went back into your dad's car.
~End Of Flashback~
You start to tear up, remembering that memory.
"Hey, you okay?" Mark asked, setting two plates of food down. "What's wrong?"
You feel something wet on your cheeks. You tenderly touch them and feel tears. "'Nothing, Mark. I just had a..a little flashback.." You reply sadly. Your eyes fell on the two plates before you.
One plate seemed to be pasta with Alfredo sauce and chicken with the other soup. You licked your chapped lips, ready to eat the food.
You didn't say anything but just grabbed a fork and started to eat the pasta like an animal.
(Mark's P.O.V.)
I watched as Y/n ate the leftovers from yesterday night like she hadn't eaten in forever.
I softly chuckle. "Do you like it?" I asked her.
She nods, continuing to eat. She finished it five minutes later and moved onto the soup. I saw her eyes look at me and she slowed down. "I-I.. Sorry.." She muttered, obviously embarrassed. "I just haven't eaten a proper meal in so long."
"But, don't you eat breakfast, lunch and dinner?" I asked her.
"Barely. The only thing I eaten today was just a (F/s) and a (F/f) today." She mutters. "At least I was lucky today to actually eat." She adds.
"Damn.." I murmur. "You must be really in a shitty situation."
She giggles softly. "I thought you were going to say shituation instead."
We both laughed and talked for awhile until Y/n looked at her phone.
(Author's P.O.V.)
You look down at your phone and see three missed phone calls and a text message that had cap letters spelling out.
"GET YOUR FUCKING ASS HERE IN MY HOUSE IMMEDIATELY!!!!!!"
Gulping, you check how long this was. Not too long after the three phone calls, but they were just an hour ago. "I..I have to get back home." You said, grabbing your stuff. You didn't want to keep your step mom waiting.
"Where are you going?" He asked you.
"Home before I get my ass beaten up so badly." You reply, putting your shoes on quickly, almost tripping trying to put your right shoe on.
"Do you need a ride home-?"
"No! Please, just no." You yell, bolting out the door to your house quickly.
