That cute guy with brown eyes. (A marky mark fanfic.)

The fight

(Marks P.O.V.)

I woke up. Jamie was still sleeping. She was laying in my arms. She was just too cute when she was sleeping.

I felt really bad for her because of her stupid boyfriend and stuff. Someone knocked on the door. She woke up. ''Goodmorning sleepy!'' I said.

''Did someone just knock on the door?''

''Yes.''

She went out to the door. I heard her - she was talking with someone. I couldn't hear what they were talking about but she didn't sound too happy. I heard a loud noise like someone got hit. I went out to the front door. Jamie was crying with her hand on her cheek while her stupid boyfriend was standing infront of her.

''So you're sleeping with that idiot?'' He said.

He didn't let her answer before he said ''Slut! You call me an idiot but you're no better yourself. You sleep around too!''

''No I don't!'' She whispered.

''Did you just hit her?'' I asked.

''No.''

''Did he hit you?'' I asked Jamie this time. She didn't answer. She just looked down. I moved her hand. Her cheek was red like a tomato and she was bleeding a bit too.

''So you hit girls?''

''And you sleep with other guys' girls?''

''I didn't sleep with Jamie. We're just friends!''

''Sure..''

''So I'm gonna beat you up real bad in about 2 seconds if you don't apologize!''

He started laughing. I hit him right between his eyes. He looked at me like he was furious. ''Your turn!'' I said. He took a shot but he missed. I hit him again and kept on beating him for a while. Jamie yelled at me but I didn't listen. He deserved it. 

''I'M GONNA CALL THE POLICE IF YOU DON'T STOP NOW!'' She yelled.

I stopped hitting him and got up.

''I've been in jail before darling. I think he deserves to get beaten - if you don't allright but don't you ever threaten me with anything when I'm trynna help ya'!'' I went off...

(Jamies P.O.V.)

''I'M GONNA CALL THE POLICE IF YOU DON'T STOP NOW!'' I yelled. Mark got up looking really pissed. I got scared.

''I've been in jail before darling. I think he deserves to get beaten if you don't allright but don't you ever threaten me with anything when I'm trynna help ya'!'' He went off.

I got inside my house and closed the door. I fell to the ground crying. My cheek was burning and I couldn't see anything because of the tears in my eyes. I sat there for hours.

***A month later***

Joseph was okay. Him and my old best friend were dating. I hadn't seen Mark for a month and my parents were splitting up. My life wasn't going too great at the time.

My parents were fighting so I went outside.They were fighting a lot because none of them wanted to move out but none of them wanted to live together either. They had decided to live together but they were fighting over every little thing!

I went to starbucks and bought a vanilla flavoured ice coffee and sat down on a chair. I pulled out my Iphone while waiting.

It took a while before I got my ice coffee. It tasted delicious though. It was worth the waiting.

I took the coffee to go. I didn't really want to go home but where should I go right now? There really wasn't anywhere I could go.

I went to the door when I heard someone yell "Hey sweetie. Can I have you number?" I didn't expect it to be me they were talking to but then the person yelled "Hello you with the vanilla ice coffee!" I turned around and the person was starring at me. "Yeah you."

I started walking over to the table where he sat. He was quite cute. But I didn't know him so maybe it wasn't a good idea. I was almost there now and his eyes were so hypnotizing.

"Hey sweetie. Sit please." he said.

I did as he said and sat down.

"Can I have your number?"

"I don't know you."

''No but you could know me.'' He winked at me.

''Yeah but I don't give strangers my number I'm sorry.'' I said while getting up.

He grabbed my arm and said ''Give me your number!''

''Let go of me!'' I almost yelled while hopelessly trying to shake his hand off me.

''You'll regret it.'' He mumbled. I'm not even sure if I was meant to hear it. He let go of me and I hurried away. I noticed almost everyone in the shop was starring at me. That just made me hurry even more. When I got to the door a tall guy who looked pretty familiar asked if I was okay and I just nodded my head on my way out. I didn't think anyone would care. 

As I was walking down the dark streets and drinking my coffee my mind went somewhere else. Mark.. I kind of really missed him. I hadn't really known him for very long but I really liked him. Like very much.

Somehow I ended up some place I didn't know so well. I got kind of scared but thought to myself. I'll find my way home. I heard some steps behind me and got a bit worried. I turned my head around but there was no one. I was relieved for two seconds and then I felt arms pulling me in to a dark alley. I dropped my phone and the coffee. I tried to yell but the person held their hand over my mouth.

''Then we meet again.'' A voice said it was a bit familiar but I couldn't place it. It was definately a man though. He turned me around and pushed me against a brick wall. It was the creepy guy from the coffee shop. I tried to fight him but I couldn't do anything. He was too strong. 

''Oh stop it!'' He said loudly. He slapped me across the face and I felt the tears streaming down my cheeks. The pain was bad.

He tried ripping my shirt off but I was fighting hard. He only got it ripped. But it was completely beyond repair. He kept mumbling stuff but I never really got what he said. He started opening his pants and underwear.

''NO!'' I tried yelling as loud as I could. Unfortunately that wasn't very loud.

''Shut up!'' He snapped at me and tried pulling down my panties. I got surprised when someone pulled him away 'cause I hadn't heard anyone coming. I saw two guys fighting him. I realized one of them was the familiar guy from the coffee shop. It took a little longer to place the other one because he was constantly turning his back at me. But at some point I realized that it was Mark. I remembered that the familiar guy was Marks friend - the one who helped me get home a month or so ago. Before I knew Mark took off his shirt (which for once he was actually wearing) and gave it to me.

''Put it on.'' He mumbled with a bit of anger in his voice. I did as he said. I guess I didn't really dare to disobey. I don't think I really wanted to either. We were walking around for what seemed like ages without even saying a word. Suddenly Mark and his friend fistbumped and his friend took off leaving us alone. Mark turned around and looked at me.

''You wanna sleep at my house or do I HAVE to walk you home?'' He asked making it pretty clear that he didn't wanna walk that far.

''Your house.'' I mumbled quietly - just above a whisper...