Fuck off (Punkiplier x reader)

Dad?

After 10 more minutes of a silent drive we finally got to my neighborhood. "Here." I said as I pointed to my house. Mark pulled in my driveway. "Do you need me to come inside or.." He said in a soft tone but before he could even finish his sentence I was already out of the car. I run to my door and checked to see if it was unlocked. It probably wasn't dad- wait it's unlocked? 

I went inside and looked into the living room to see my dad. He has a bottle in his hand. Shit. "Dad?" I walked a little bit closer when the smell of alcohol hit me. Damn he's been drinking a lot apparently. "Wha- Y/n? Where the fuck is your mom?" He took another drink of his beer. "Here dad can I take this?" I said in a soft tone. I didn't want a drink but I didn't want him drinking anymore. I got the beer out of his hand and was holding it when I heard Marks voice behind me. "Hey y/n did you need anything before I leave......" Mark said his voice trailing off. I could hear the confusion in his voice. He was probably trying to figure out why I of all people had a beer in my hand. "WHO THE FUCK IS HE!?" My dad shouted at Mark. Marks eyes went huge in surprise. I would have been surprised to had this not been the first time he's gotten mad while drunk. Or even drunk. He's an alcoholic and was doing good for a while but whenever him and mom got in a fight he went straight for the bottle. "Dad this is my partner in photography. Mark. He gave me a ride home because-" "I don't give a shit. Give me back my beer." He said grabbing the beer out of my hand. He drank the whole thing like it was nothing. The bottle was just full! "Here dad why don't you go take a nap?" I said starting to guide him towards his room. 

"Ok I am a...... little...... sleepy.." My dad all of a sudden fell to the ground with a thud. Mark walked into the hallway where we were at at saw my dad. "Shit" I groaned as I started pulling him towards the stairway. "Here y/n let me help you." Mark said walking closer. "No. I'm fine. I've got it" I Started pulling my dad up the stairs. I looked down at Mark to see him staring at me. "Fine you can help me." Mark threw my dad over his shoulders and walked him up the stairs. "Which room is his?" "Farthest on the left." I followed Mark into my dads bedroom. Mark put him down and I covered him up. I started to get teary eyed. "Why do you do this to yourself dad? You were doing so well.... I couldn't even tell you about- abo-a-" I just started sobbing at the thought of what happened to mom. Mark lifted me up and held me in his arms. "Shh shh shh. It's alright y/n" He held me until I calmed down a bit.

Once I was not crying all the water out of my body, I went downstairs. Mark followed me down. "Are you ok?" "No" was all I said while looking down at the ground." I started walking to grab my backpack and keys. "Mark I have to go to the hospital. I'm sure they need me there for paperwork and to talk about the funeral. You can go home. Sorry I took up your time." "Y/n I wanted to do this. I wanted to help you. I don't do stuff that I don't want to." Mark said giving me this look. I've never seen this look from him before....  Was it caring? Why would he care about me? Whatever I don't have time for this. 

We sat there in silence for a moment. "Well I have to go so...." "Ok I guess I will go home then." I hugged Mark and he squeezed me. He held me so tight and somehow made me feel like nothing happened. My dad wasn't drunk, I wasn't headed to the hospital, my Mom didn't.... I let go of Mark and gave him a weak smile. He gave me one in return. We left my house and he went home and I was off to the hospital. This is going to be hard.

Well that's it for chapter 3! Thank you guys so much for reading this! I know where I want to take the story I am just trying to figure out how I want to get to certain parts. Thanks for the love I've been getting for the past two chapters.