One Wish.

Chapter 7: Dearie

Okay, so before I start the chapter I wanted to express how annoyed I am. The previous chapter was over 1,000 and either half of it didn't get uploaded or it messed up while uploading so only half the chapter got uploaded which is why it seemed so short. Now, you're probably thinking; Why don't you just upload the rest? Well, dear readers, that's impossible because I foolishly didn't save the chapter on my laptop so I'm going to salvage as much of the chapter that I can remember.

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You watched as Dark moved into your bedroom, sounds of him destroying the room signalling that he was looking for you. It was now or never, you had to run downstairs. You shuffled silently around the boxes and the made a dash for the stairs, sitting on the wooden bannister and sliding down so the stairs wouldn't be triggered by your weight.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, you climbed off the bannister and quietly tip toed through the house. So, knives were a no when it came to confronting Dark, but you weren't entirely against blunt force trauma, after all, he had poisoned someone. The tool box you father had given you to help put up pictures was in the living room and so you slowly redirected yourself to the living room, feet sliding across the laminate flooring.

Reaching the living room, you saw your laptop sitting idly on the coffee table and beside it... No... It couldn't be surely?

There it was. The antidote that would save Mark.

This felt like a trap. It probably was a trap. It definitely was a trap.

But it was right there and you could still hear Dark tearing apart the upstairs of your house. You pocketed the antidote, slipping the small bottle into the front pocket of your jeans as one of the packing boxes tumbled down the stairs, making you jump. You needed to leave now, Dark sounded as though he was almost finished with his search upstairs and it wouldn't take long for him to come downstairs and start looking.

You were just about the leave when you knocked your knee on the coffee table, making your laptop screen flicker on. You furrowed your brows as you looked at your laptop screen, eighteen attempts to get into your laptop? Jeez, this guy was a creep. What the hell had he done to it anyway? The screen had glitches all over it, it was like he had downloaded a virus or something but... How was that possible if he hadn't gotten in yet? You didn't want to stick around to find out either.

You made a run to the door and opened it as quietly as you could, collecting the keys from your hidden spot and opening the car. Mark groaned in pain as you sat him up slightly, wrenching the bottle from your pocket and opening it, forcing Mark to drink it. Almost immediately, colour flourished in his cheeks. You sighed softly as you pocketed the bottle once more.

"I'll be right back... Dark is trying to get into my laptop and if there's an opportunity to screw him over with whatever he is doing then I'm going to take it." Mark attempted to protest but he was still recovering, grasping the opportunity, you closed the car door, leaving the keys with Mark this time, slowly going back into the house and closing the door.

Once again, you moved through the house and into the living room, only this time you were horrified to see your laptop screen glitching wildly, the screen tracing small cracks along the surface as if it had been smashed.  Horrified, you thought it best to abandon the laptop, it wouldn't be of use to Dark now anyway.

Making your way to the front door, you tripped over the box that had fallen down the stairs during Dark's rampage to find you. You froze, now realising how quiet the house was since you had entered it again. The only thing you could hear were your own ragged breaths. It was too quiet and you made a dash for the door once more, opening the door, you felt yourself be forced against the wood, cheek scraping against the door, making your eyes sting with tears at the force.

"Hello, Dollface..." Came a voice, Dark's breath close against your ear, causing you to squeeze your eyes shut. Your breath was caught in your throat as you felt wandering hands sliding up your legs and you struggled against Dark but to no avail. He tutted as he took the bottle from your pocket and held your face against the door with one hand. You breathed out a slight sigh of relief, your mind wandering to what other outcomes that situation could have led to.

"I am many things my dear, but that is not one of them." Dark rolled his eyes, tossing the empty bottle away. It was as if he could read your mind... Maybe he could.

"Now, Dearie, you've taken something from me. So, now I'm going to take something from you."