Blood Never Lies (An AU Markiplier/Jacksepticeye/xReader character story)

Sneaking Out

"Everleigh? Everleigh Lehmann, you get your ass down here." Those were the stern words her father used for her, making the bittersweet memories of her mother come rushing through. She missed her, and it wasn't her fault. She had lost her mother in the most horrific way a daughter can; she was murdered. She was murdered by her boyfriends father, and then her father murdered him and covered it up. They don't know how he did it, and neither did she, but she just knew that's how it went with her dad skulking around all the time.

"Yeah, dad?" She asked, coming to the top of the grand staircase in the foyer.

"Everleigh, this is Ms. Simms. I've hired her to keep an eye on you for the next few months." He gestured to this pale female with normal looking hair, drab clothes, and eyes that looked like she really didn't want to be here.

"You got me a fucking baby sitter? I'm seventeen! Are you fucking kidding me?" Her father was about to protest the situation, but she interjected before he could get a word in. "Mom's been gone for what? Three...four months? If I wanted to kill myself, or if anyone wanted to kill me, it would have happened that night! Why don't you just get Cody to watch me, isn't that what you pay him for? Or, are you going to kill him too?"

Mrs. Simms didn't know what to do with herself as the sheer force of her voice must have finally hit her, poor bitch.

"Is that all?" She demanded with just the same, stern tone that he used with her.

Her father went to open his mouth to say something and Everleigh got impatient.

"I asked, 'is that fucking all?"

"Everleigh, language. We've talked about this." he responded, but not with the answer she was expecting.

"What the fuck do I care?" She certainly wasn't going to wait around for his answer and took the stairs by twos just to get away fast enough to slam the door and flop on her bed. Yes, she knows it's dramatic but if your father ran your life, you'd understand how it can become suffocating. Everleigh was still wishing for her mother, but she knew she'd never come back, not in this lifetime and certainly not the next. Poor Everleigh was stuck, and she felt trapped. Her phone buzzed snapping her out of her 'bitch fit', and she grabbed it from the back pocket on her jeans. The text message display read 'Mark', making her smile with delight.

Mark was one of the guys who worked for her dad, but to her, he didn't seem like he fit in with the stereotypes that her father usually hired. Mark was different. He was a beacon that started to make her see the world with brighter and bolder colors than before. His captivating chocolate brown eyes were the kind that would draw someone in and swallow them whole, consuming their very thoughts. His smile melted her in an instant. He was also smart, which is something she swore she had never seen from anyone else her dad had under his thumb as his trained monkeys. Every time she saw that flash of red, the hair, her heart would quicken. She was completely awestruck by this guy.

'Hey, how is your day?'

It usually started off like this. The two weren't very close yet, and he didn't even know how she felt but she swore to herself one day he would. Her fingers typed rapidly, hoping that she could speed things up with the conversation and get out of the house for a while.

'Shitty. Had a fight with my father. He hired me a fucking nanny. I am not happy."

Everleigh thought it was complete bullshit that her father thought that she needed a babysitter because her mother never hired anyone to take care of her, because she took care of Everleigh on her own. She was nurturing, and she was her best friend.

'I'm sorry. That really sucks. Out for some fresh air? The Bonneville is all gassed up. You wanna take a ride?'

Part of her was hoping he would say that. The other part of her even dreaded the thought that she'd have to figure out a more creative way to sneak out so that she would go unnoticed. Everleigh would have loved to say that she'd never been caught sneaking out, but she had. She'd just never been caught sneaking out to go for a ride with Mark. If her father ever found out, he'd kill him, which is why in the past several weeks she'd kept him at arms length. She didn't want someone to get close to her, only to disappear again.