Lover | 3 [Mark Got7]

B E F O R E

[A flash of what happened before Lover]

Mark gulped in nervousness. "Let her go, she has nothing to do with this."

"Or else?"Rick challanged.

"Or else, I'll call the police,"Mark asserted with his serious tone which was more certain than before.

Rick was behind me, his knife on my neck and Mark was being held by his men.

I was breathing hard. I observed Mark and I could see how impossible it will be for him to fight them as he was outnumbered.

Mark seemed more concerned about me as he stared deeply into my eyes.

"I beg you, let her go. We don't have to deal things with a knife,"Mark chuckled anxiously.

Rick's grip got stronger and I could feel the knife cutting on my skin.

"Please! I beg you!"Mark tried again.

"And if I do?"Rick challanged him again.

Mark stared at the ground for awhile as if he was in deep thought. He then raised his head. "I'll do anything."

My eyes opened wide and I was shocked at what my ears just heard. Rick loosened his grip on me a little and brought the knife down to the level of my stomach.

I could feel Rick smiling mischievously even though I couldn't see him. He chuckled, "Then we'll take you in instead."

"No!"I shouted but Rick closed my mouth with his right hand. I struggled to get out of his grip but the knife which his left hand was holding pierced into me and pain striked on the left part of my abdomen. But the shock was more powerful than the pain could hurt me.

"Alright. You can take me in but promise me you'll let her go,"Mark agreed.

I tried to meet his eyes, but my heart ached more that he was avoiding to look at me even in my painful state.

Rick let go of me and I fell on the floor with a thud. I tried to lean on the wall behind me because the pain was too much to bear.

"Let me speak to her for one last time,"Mark asked although it was more like an order. He then walked to me and he saw  the blood on my shirt.

He kneeled down in front of me and lifted up my left hand which was covering the bleeding on my stomach.

I stared at Mark as he observed the bleeding area and then lifted up his head. Finally, for the last time, he looked into my eyes as if he was trying to say ,"Don't worry" "I'm sorry" "It's going to be fine". But it's not going to be fine.

My tongue was frozen and my body, shaken. Time stopped and I couldn't even form my words. My mind was blank with the pain.

Mark then whispered into my ears,"I want you to find me and save me."