Never Again (Abused!Reader x Ethan/Mark/Tyler)

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It hurt. I held my arm as I walked down the street with my hoodie over my head. I kept my eyes on the ground. I was too scared that someone would see my face. Not many people seems to noticed as I moved through the crowd. I tried to weave through people but, managed to bump into someone. I froze in place, looking down "I-I'm so sorry" I mumbled in a scared whisper. The guy I ran into laughed, then shook his head "It's nothi-" He stopped then got closer to my face. I tried to back away, avoiding eye contact but he gently grabbed my hand.

"Are you ok? You look hurt"

His voice was deep, it took me a moment but I eventually realized it was Mark, from YouTube. "I-I'm fine!" I started to pull away. His hand raised and out of habit I flinched. Before I realized what he was doing, he pull my hood off. I yelped and attempted to cover my face but it was too late he saw. I had a black eye, blood still in my eye, my cheek was swollen and a few cuts. He gasped lightly then put his arm around me and started to walk.

"Come on, I'll take you some where safe..."

"No, I can't! If I don't go back he'll..." I choked back a terrified sob. I think that made him speed up.

After a few minutes of walking he sat me down on a bench. He sat in silence for a while. He looked as if he was looking for what he should say first. He voice was calming and had a certain melody to it, but had anger laced in it. "Who did this?" He finally spoke up, staring at me. I chewed on my lip. I can't tell him....I can't tell anyone.

I looked down.

"Look, I don't really know you, and you don't know me but please" He paused and put a hand on my shoulder,
"let me help you." I teared up, thinking about everything that had happened to me. I opened my mouth to talk and everything spilled out. I didn't want it too, but everything had been bottled up inside.

Later, after I told Mark everything he got up to make a call. I held my knees to my chest. What did I do? I thought to myself. I wiped my face and twitched, it still hurt.

"...Ethan..."

"...coming home..."

"...Blood..."

"...it's not safe..."

I heard only bits and pieces of the conversation but I got the general idea. He wouldn't let me go back home. In a way I was glad but, it still scared me. The thought of going back. Mark walked back to me and smiled softly. He gently touched my shoulder. "I know this may sound...weird, or sudden but can you come with me to my house?" He sat down, looking at my face, I felt ashamed and looked away. Mark sighed, "Lets go get you cleaned up..."