Too Much To Tell - Markimash

Chapter 11

I don't know how long I stayed there, but I was completely alone. After what felt like an hour, I picked myself up, and found my way back to Aaron's. I didn't want to go back in, I wanted to disappear, I was embarrassed, ashamed, and distraught. I debated about knocking on the door, I hovered my finger over it a couple of times before I finally got over my anxiety and hit my fist a couple of times.

I was surprised when the door opened, it was Jess, "hey Mark! Where's Aaron?" She asked, looking over my shoulder, like she was just checking he wasn't behind me. "Urm, I don't know, but could I come in?" I asked, trying not to sound rude. "She laughed, "sorry mark," she stepped aside, opening the door fully, "come on in". Jess was actually really lovely, her and Aaron were such a good couple, which made me feel all alone and crushed again.

"Thanks" I smiled, then walked in. "How was the party?" she asked, "not too good, Aaron got drunk and we had an argument" I stated, looking at the floor to avoid eye contact, I felt vulnerable with this conversation topic. "Mark are you okay?" Jess frowned at me, I needed to tell someone, and quick, so I chose to trust her. "He ran away from me" I sighed. "What?" She said, surprised, "I scared him off" I said back. "Come and sit down in the living room, I'll make us both a cup of tea" she said, and ushered me into the other room.

I gladly sat down and waited for about 5 minutes, for Jess to come back. As I was waiting, I stared around the room, this was were he snuggled up to me, where I felt so close to him, where I felt nothing could break us apart. Where did it all go so wrong? I almost began to cry, but held it in. Strong Mark. Be strong. I took a deep breath and composed myself. Jess walked in with 2 cups of tea and sat down. "Did Aaron say anything horrible?" She asked. "Not really" I said.

"Sometimes alcohol makes Aaron really angry, so I wouldn't blame yourself" she said comfortingly. "Jess, thanks for being so nice, but I think I just want to sleep before my flight tomorrow" I sighed and pulled myself up from the chair. "Okay well let me know if you need anything, do you want me to say anything to Aaron when he comes back?" She asked, "no honestly, it's fine, thanks" I smiled, then wandered upstairs and layed straight on the bed.

I plugged my phone into the charger, I needed to phone Bob, I needed to. I rang him, and waited for an answer, I spoke in hushed tones, I didn't want Jess to hear what happened, "listen Bob something really bad happened" "Is everything okay? Was it some then to do with Aaron?" He asked, and I almost started crying again, "we had an argument, and I told him I loved him" I choked out. "Oh god, how did he take it?" "He was drunk, and I-" I heaved in my chest, "fuck" I whispered, I really had fucked up, shit.

"What did he do when you told him?" Bob asked. "He ran off, I don't know where he went, he was so drunk Bob, I should've stayed with him, he could be so ill" I couldn't stop worrying about him, if anything happened, it would be my fault. "Is he not back yet?" Bob asked, "no" I wanted to cry so hard, but I kept holding it in. "What will happen when he comes back?" I ask, even though Bob won't have an answer, "I don't know Mark, I don't know, but try and stay calm, for me?" I sighed, "I think I'm gonna go to bed, I feel exhausted" "Okay, I'll pick you up at the airport tomorrow, just text me when you're off the plane" he said, then I said bye and I hung up.

I'd got over my need to cry, I just felt miserable, so I curled up under the bed covers, and lyed there for a while, drifting between sleep, and just staring at the wall. I didn't get much sleep that night, and I didn't want to get up in the morning, it would be horrible. What if there was confrontation and I had no support? I tried to shake off the bad thoughts, and thought about packing up my stuff. It was 10 in the morning, and I was leaving the house at half 12, so I could check in before 1. I decided to start packing my suitcases. I'd packed up most things yesterday, like my clothes, but I still needed to do the computer.

When I'd put the computer in one of the cases, I then put all my other clothes, and bathroom stuff around it. I picked out some stuff for travelling, and zipped up my cases. I was pretty much ready, and I was ready to go home too. I wanted to talk to Aaron one last time, and talk things out, I was heartbroken, I wish things weren't the way there were. What would happen when I came back to the UK for comic con in a couple months? My stomach was churning, what will Aaron say this morning?

I checked Aaron's twitter to see if he'd said anything, and he'd tweeted out a video at half 5, so I guessed he wouldn't be awake until much later. I felt relief, but also regret, I wish I could've sorted things out, the only good thing about this was that Aaron finally knew about everything. I sighed and plucked up the courage to finally leave the spare bedroom. When I left the room I found the house feeling empty, both Aaron and Jess's door was shut, so I guessed that they were still asleep.

I padded softly down the stairs, taking my cases down with me. When I got into the kitchen, I poured myself a glass of water, and booked myself a taxi for half 12. I sighed, it was half 11, I had an hour to kill. I decided to write Aaron a short letter, mostly saying thank you, and also a few words about what happened. It hurt writing about it, I felt butterflies when I thought about Aaron reading it, but I just folded it up and slid it under his door, I hoped he wouldn't be angry with everything that had happened.

When the taxi arrived, I slipped quietly out the house, and stared at the building where everything had been perfect 1 week ago, but now everything here was broken. I turned away from the house, and walked towards the taxi, never looking back.

~~~ A/N ~~~

I'm uploading the next chapter tomorrow because it links in a lot with this chapter and it's in Aaron's point of view, but only for one chapter, thanks again for all your comments and reading ♡