*It is short but seemed a good place to end it*
"Look at me, Jess." Mark pushes me away slightly, brushing the hair out of my face. "It's not your fault. You're a lovely girl and how anyone could..." He swallows deeply, his eyes scanning the now visible bruises around my wrists. "I'll never know." He pulls his eyes away, and brings them back to mine. "Promise me something... please?" He practically begs, his arm wrapped tightly around my shoulder still. "Don't go back. You don't deserve this. Please." He pleads, but I shake my head quickly as I wipe away a few stray tears. "I... I have to, Mark. If I don't, he'll come looking... he'll find me." I admit, knowing there is no way I can get away. "I'll protect you, Jess. I know, I'm just Mark Owen." I look at him, shocked. "I probably won't be much of a threat to him but," He leans closer to me, smiling. "I know these 4 people that probably would..." He winks and I laugh, realising who he's talking about. "I don't... You can't... You could get hurt." He shakes his head at me, opening his mouth to speak. "I know Robbie Williams. Robbie Williams isn't going to let me get hurt, Jess. That I know." I have no idea what to say, when a louder voice breaks my thoughts. " 'Ello!" I recognise Robbie's voice shouting through Mark's house. Wait, what?
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My Saviour, my "father"
Fanfiction*Willowen, but not entirely* Jess is abused by her real father, who she lives with in London. She has five people who helped her through it all when she felt like she was nothing. One of those people goes by the name of Mark Owen.
