Blue Kisses (A Markiplier Fan Fiction)

CHAPTER TWO

~Grace's P.O.V.~
"Where where you!" Andrew screamed so close to my face that I could smell the strong sent of alcohol on his breath.

"I'm so sorry I went to go buy more coffee from the store and-" I got cut off by a beer can being thrown at my head. I ducked just in time, the beer spilling all over the floor.

"Don't give me excuses, give me the truth." He said kicking me hard in the side, making me fall on the floor into his spilled beer. "Clean it up," he said so close to my ear I could feel his stubble scratching my cheek while he grabbed my hair with his hand.

I slowly got up holding my side. 'Well that's gonna be sore for a bit' I thought to myself.

I went to the kitchen to grab a roll of paper towels. I looked over to the couch to see Andrew passed out again. I cleaned up the beer and as I started cleaning up the pieces of broken whiskey bottle I sliced my hand open. I took a rag and wrapped it around my hand trying not to make a bigger mess that I would end up having to clean up.

As I got my hand taken care of I heard a knock on the door. I went to open it. It was Mark.

"Mark hi!" I said instantly smiling.

"Oh my gosh, Grace, are you okay?" He said taking my hand that had already completely bleed through the rag.

"Its fine," I replied putting my hand to my side.

"No, It's not let me see it." I reluctantly gave him my hand. He slowly unwrapped my hand trying to be careful because of my wincing. "This needs stitches we have to go" he said quietly shutting the door behind me.

"No, It's fine just leave it." I said backing up to the door.

"I can't just leave this! Please, just let me take you." He said.

"Fine I'll go." I said leaning onto the wall feeling defeated for letting him convince me.

"Alright I'll be right back," he said running into his apartment grabbing his phone and keys in a hurry. "Tyler, Ethan I've got to go now."

"What is it?" Tyler asked

"You know that girl I met earlier?"

"Grace?" Ethan asked earning a slight giggle from me out in the hallway. How much did Mark have to talk about me for Ethan to already know my name. I thought to myself.

"Yeah, Grace I have to take her to the Emergency room."

"What happened?" Tyler asked as Ethan saw me. Blood flowing from my hand leaning against the wall to my apartment. He ran out to me gently grabbing my hand.

"What happened?"

"Cleaning up a broken..... glass" well it was the truth. Or close enough.

"Mark I'm going with you" he said looking at him then at me "hi I'm Ethan and that's Tyler" he said gesturing over to Tyler.

"Hey we need to get going!" Mark said unlocking his car.

"Alright so full car?" Tyler said heading over to Mark

"Geuss so" he replied walking over to me. "Can you walk?" He asked me

I didn't answer but I started walking over to where the stairs are. We walked down to his car I couldn't even feel it anymore but it was bleeding a lot. Mark took off his jacket and used it as a bandage. I could feel my face turning red. Tyler turned around.

"You look like you like what you see!" He teased.

"Stop!" I said holding back a smile "It's not like that"

"Sure looks like it when your cheeks are as red as tomatoes!" Ethan teased smirking from the drivers seat. I rolled my eyes. I looked over at Mark.

"Are you ok Mark?" He looked really worried.

"Your the one with the bleeding hand and you're asking me if I'm okay?" He said with that smile that no one else has.

"Um, yeah?" I said with a slight laugh. Mark shook his head with a chuckle.

I'm mangled and winding away

My phone went off Andrew was calling me. My hands started shaking. I dropped my phone on accident. I quickly grabbed it and answered it.

"Where the heck are you" Andrew yelled.

"I-I'm sorry I'm heading to the emergency room I-"

"What did you do to end up having to go there" he said anger lacing his slurred words.

"I had to pick up your broken whiskey bot-"

"I get it" he said pausing to take another drink. 'Probably whiskey' I thought to myself "but how are you getting there?"

"Um, a, uh, neighbor." I said wincing waiting for him to yell.

"Alright I would just hate to be you when you get back" he said calmly and quietly, hanging up.

I started crying, I couldn't help it. Then there was an arm around me. It wasn't Andrew's arm. He wasn't trying to scare me or tell me to stop. It was an arm a few shades darker than mine a bare arm. It was Mark's arm. I turned toward him and buried my head in his chest while continuing to cry terrified of the consequences I faced going back home.