Can't - Mark Tuan Fan fic

25 - I Hate You! I Love You!

"Cristina. I. LOVE. YOU."   

"Forget it." I sigh, stopping the tears from flowing even more. 

"Cristina." He sighs, too, helping me up. "Just because one person lied to you doesn't mean everybody would."

"I said, forget it," I push him away gently. 

"Forget what?" He grabs my arm and forces me to face him. "Forget what I feel for you? Forget that everything in our past happened?"

"Mark."

"I can't. OK? Is that hard to understand?" He holds both my shoulders, shaking it a bit. "I know you're going through a lot. With Lara and Sean being together. But, I can make you forget that."

What is he up to? "Mark, do you even know why we're here?"

He furrows his brows, as if realizing that this is bigger than what he thinks. "Lara and Sean? Isn't it? Didn't you want to confirm if Lara is really sick and if they're really going out?"

It's either he's really good in acting, or I'm just too stupid that I see innocence in his eyes. "Ugh!"

I walk pass him. "Where's Trey?" I ask, walking towards the elevator.

"She went out."

I take my phone out and dial her number. It just keeps on ringing. "Damn it." I try again. Still the same. "What time did she leave?" I ask, still on the phone. 

"A few minutes after you came." 

"Did she tell you where she's going?" 

He presses the floor number our rooms are on. I'm starting to get nervous. Trey's still not answering. 

"No." He shakes his head. "Why? Is there something else going on here I should know?" 

What if Sean saw her again? Damn it! I told her to stay with Mark. 

"Cris." Mark tries to keep up with me as I run to the room when we exit the elevator. "What's going on?"

The room is empty except for the bags of clothes we shopped earlier. Her bag is on the bed. I check the bathroom - nothing. I go back to the room and check the drawer of the bedside table where Trey had put the files she took from the firm and the notes we've made - everything is there. 

"What are those?" Mark asks, being, once again, nosy. 

I close the drawer before he gets his hand in and try Trey's number again. His dad's file is on top, I just hope he didn't see that. 

"Cris. Talk to me." He stands in front of me. "What's happening?"

"God damn it!" I curse aloud as I hear the recorded voice of the phone after ringing for how many times. 

My hands are already shaking. What if Mark was the one who took Trey? I look down on my phone, trying to hide the fear in my eyes. I shouldn't have left her here with him. I knew it was a wrong idea to bring Mark with us. Shit. 

I'm about to dial my dad's number. My last resort. He'd ground me for life and lock me up in my room, but, I'm already getting scared. Before I press call, Mark grabs the phone from me and puts it in his pocket. 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

I feel cold sweats dripping down my back. Is he getting rid of me, too? 

He takes my cold hands in his, and I tremble even more. "Can't you just look at me and tell me what the fuck is going on?" He yells, making me jump. 

I close my eyes, take a deep breath and lick my lips before braving to say, "You tell me, Mark. Where is Trey?" Whether I survive this or not, I'm dead anyways. I'm sure my dad is already sending his men over to look for me.