What in the HELL was up with the note he had given you? Mark is saying Parker abuses all of his girlfriends! Parker hasn't come remotely close to hitting you in the time you had been together. Mark be out of his fucking mind to think that he would ever hit you! Besides, who does he think he is? You barely know the guy and he thinks he can be the savior in your relationship!!
You stuffed the piece of paper in your pocket, then began heading up the stairs towards the bedroom. With moving, the argument with Parker, and the note on top of all that, you just wanted to sleep. For the next 20 years preferably.
(A few weeks later)
Since the night everything happened, things have been surprisingly calm. You made sure to have dinner ready before Parker came home from work almost every night. You didn't need all the fuss and trouble that Parker would make if you didn't. Besides, you really were trying to make this relationship work.
As for Mark, you've had little to no contact with him. The only time you've been alone with him is when you would go get the mail as he happened to be doing the same thing. There were multiple times he tried to strike a conversation with you, but you ignored him every time.The last thing you wanted was your noisy neighbor butting his head into your relationship.
It was a Friday night, and you were excited to spend it somewhere other than your home. Your best friend Elena had invited you out for happy hour at a bar down the street from where you lived. You happily accepted, then got dressed. It was the first girls night the two of you have had in ages, you wanted to look good for it!
You currently were wearing a red tank top, paired with black skinny jeans and a black leather jacket. With a pair of black heels on your feet, you felt great, sexy even.
You began walking towards the front door as you finished putting a coat of lipstick on. As you were putting the tube of lipstick back in your purse, the door opened up and in walked Parker. When his eyes caught your body, Parker seemed to do a double take. It wasn't often that you dressed up like this so you couldn't blame him.
"Woah, where you going there, sweetheart?" Parker questioned you, his eyes now roaming up and down your body.
"You remember me telling you about Elena right? Well, she invited me out for drinks, and I haven't seen her in ages so I figured I'd go with her."
"I was hoping we could stay in tonight Y/N. Just the two of us?" As tempting as staying home with Parker was, you didn't want to cancel on her.
"Can we reschedule? I haven't seen Elena in years. Besides, I live here with you. I can always spend more time with you." When Parker didn't respond, you took this as your cue to leave, which you started doing. You had apparently misread the cue because Parker grabbed onto your forearm, whipping your body around to face him.
"I'm your boyfriend, I think I have a little more say in what you do then your fucking best friend, don't ya think. You're staying home tonight." Who does he think he is, telling you what you can and can not do?
You ripped your arm from his grasp, then took a few steps away from him. "Yes you're my boyfriend, but that doesn't mean you can run my life. I'm going with Elena tonight. Maybe you can take a fucking chill pill while I'm gone." That was something you probably shouldn't have said because the minute you had turned back around, Parker turned you back around.
It happened in a flash, but the next you knew, he had raised his hand and struck you across the face with his open palm. Tears immediately sprung to your eyes as pain now went through your face. You couldn't believe it, Mark was actually right.
When you tried getting away again, Parker hit you across the face again. It stung twice as much as the first time. "You are NOT going anyway tonight, you hear me? Now get your ass back in that house!" Your head hung towards the ground as you made your back inside. You hadn't fully gotten inside when you heard a nearby door slam close, then the sounds of running footsteps towards the house.
"Hey asshole, yeah I'm talking to you, Parker!" Mark growled out as he approached the two of you. His worry filled eyes quickly glanced over at you before they turned with rage towards him.
"This was just a misunderstanding Mark, just head back home, Y/N and I will sort this out ourselves."
"Yeah, how many times have I heard that one? Three, four? I saw you slap her multiple times Parker! But you are right, I'll be heading home, after the cops that I called get here that is." Parker's eyes turned into a harsh glare as he turned towards Mark with a raised hand, which was a huge mistake on his part because, in one hit, Parker was down for the count on the front porch.
You watched Mark with wide eyes as he shook out his hand. You couldn't believe it, you had someone who was almost a complete stranger fighting for your honor. Not only did it make your heart swell, but it made you feel slightly guilty. Mark tried warning you, not only through the note but the many times after that he tried to have a conversation with you. You should have listened to him.
Mark turned towards you, his face filled with worry once again. "How does your face feel?"
"Stings, but I'm sure that will pass." Without saying anything, he took a few steps towards you. With his hand stretched towards your face, Mark lightly cupped your cheek as he examined your face for himself.
"Doesn't look like he left a bruise. I'd put some ice on it, though, just in case." He brought his hand down, but didn't take his eyes off of you. "In my defense, I did try to warn you.." There was a glint of humor that began to shine in his eyes.
"Is this your way of telling me I told you so?"
"No, not the in slightest!" A wide smile broke out on his face, replacing any worry that was there. "I get that I may be overstepping my bounds, but I was wondering- did you want me to stay here with you, at least until the cops leave? Even Independent people need to have someone to lean on in times of need"
Despite what had happened not so long ago, a genuine smile broke out on your face as you rolled your eyes. "I would like that."
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This authors note goes to my best friend Noel who "inspires me....helps me...... tells me when I do bad ideas (I.E Bushwacker)" She told me to write of this, I swear :D She really, really, REALLY wanted me to write this...
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