No Way in Hell (MarkiplierXReader)

Chapter 8

Turning away to leave the store I held in a laugh. Great save Mark.

Now to find a new place, maybe he won't follow me. He probably will what am I talking about? But I'm to lazy to leave this place and find somewhere new. If he must follow me fine, but I will do something. Maybe make him nervous, would that be funny? I think so, okay I know where to go.

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Now let's play. I stood by the bras and underwear in some retail store holding a shirt. I searched for my size as I waited for him to get here. I grabbed a lace bra off of the rack that held it. I placed it on my boobs over my shirt. Good, now to mess with Mark. Placing the bra under the shirt I hid it. I stood there acting like I was looking for another bra, when really I was just waiting.

"Hey." His voice was quieter this time. He must be nervous, good.

"Hello." My voice sounded more enthusiastic this time you could guess why. I didn't turn to him, I just held the lace bra in my hands. "You know, I've come to realize I'm not getting away from you." I smiled before turning around with the bra still hidden under the shirt. "So why don't you stick around."

"Sure." He smiled.

"Okay, why don't you just come with me then." As I turned I let out a small giggle hopefully getting more of his attention. Now, where's the changing room?

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I hooked the bra on and turned a little looking at myself in the mirror. It pushed my breasts up showing more of my cleavage and complemented my body, this was going to be great.

"Hey Mark." I called facing the door.

"Yeah?" He responded.

"Come in here how does this look?" I unlocked the door. The handle moved down before the door cracked open revealing Mark. He looked at me, those brown eyes quickly finding my chest. I watched as his eyes grew bigger and mouth hung open a little. I smiled before pushing him out and locking the door. Quickly I took off the bra putting my own bra and shirt back on. I unlocked the door and got out of the small room. Mark stood to the side not talking, his eye were flashing around the place. Something was wrong... I wonder if- I placed my hand over my mouth to quiet my laugh. His arms didn't hang to his sides, instead they covered the front, which could only mean one thing. "Those pants look a little tight Mark." I smirked as I walked towards the exit leaving Mark standing there, by the changing rooms.

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I jiggled the door open and flung my soggy backpack inside.

"I'm home!" I announced to my dad. He laid on the tan couch passed out, beer bottle in hand. Drops of beer fell into a small puddle by the couch. I walked over to my dad and took the bottle out of his hand placing it on the table, the less I have to clean the better. I got close to my dad's chest and made sure he was breathing. He was, which was good. I really wish he'd stop this, he started this years ago when mom died. It's the only thing that can make him happy anymore, not even I can do that. I walked past the couch and into the kitchen to grab a rag. This has become a daily thing. Wake up, go to school, get home, make sure dad is alive, clean his mess, wait for him to wake up. If I'm lucky he won't be passed out, but that's rare. If I'm really unlucky he'll be sober, that's super rare. I hate knowing that he's unhappy, I hate seeing it in him. He doesn't know that alcohol can't fix his problems. I dragged the rag through the puddle letting it soak up. I turned around to head upstairs but felt that grip on my wrist. I hate that, it tells me something bad is going to happen. I turn again to face my dad. I could hardly bare to look at him. His spirit was broken and that did so much to him. Eyes cloudy along with dark circles under them, nose as red as a tomato, lips dry and breaking. My eyes started to water. "Yes?" I asked, which came out as more of a whimper.

"I love you." He didn't smile, he was sober. He knew the pain he was in and I couldn't handle that. I loved him so much. It's horrible to see someone you love and admired so much, just fall apart. He couldn't even go a day without drinking. I nodded feeling tears start to form in my eyes.

"I love you too dad." I hugged him as tears slipped down my face. His arms wrapped around me as he stayed laying down.

"I'm so sorry Y/n." He whispered to me. He says this every time he's sober, now it has become just a word, 'sorry' it doesn't mean anything to me. Saying your sorry does not mean you're sorry. To change what you do, or to do something because you're sorry, then I'll believe you. But my dad always said sorry and never did anything. At first I thought he meant it, but now I know it's just a lie to make him feel better. I let go of him and stood up wiping my tears using my arm. I backed away seeing him pick up the bottle again. He wasn't sorry. I turned and walked up the stairs to my room. I wish this day would just end.

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You have gotten your wish Y/n, that day has ended. I think... I just wanted to be clever but ended up just sounding stupid. So hey I'm starting school tomorrow and I am sooooo scared it my first year back in a public school and my first public high school. So yeah that's a thing that's gonna happen. So anyway hope you liked this chapter I didn't reread it yet so it might not be that good but I'm like gonna fall asleep right now and still want you guys to have a chapter.

BUH BYE!!! Lol (lots of love)

-Me