Don't Leave Me.

Home life.

am sooo sorry that I didn't update in FOREVER. I feel really bad, but school has been tough for me as I am still in school and will be for a long time still.

I am so sorry once again and hope you like this chapter on Mark.

I am going to make my chapters shorter from now on, I used to do around 3000 words but now I am only doing 800+.

Thank you everyone who has stuck with me, I cant thank and apologize enough.

//Marks POV//

I walked back to my house leaving Eleanor to talk to her other friends, I couldn't help but smile thinking about getting to hang out with her again.

I stopped at the end of my drive way and starred at my house. On the outside it looks just like all the other houses, but on the inside there is torn furniture and beer bottles and cigarette smoke filling the thick, damp air.

I took a deep breath and pushed open my front door, praying that my parents were already passed out.

I stepped into the room to the common sound of shouts, they were fighting again. I crept through the skinny hall hoping they wont notice me and I can just go to my room in peace.

"Wheerrreee do ya thiiiink youuu'reee goonnn?" My dad slurred as he leaned on the kitchen door frame.

I turned around and saw my dad, he was a mess. Beer stains all over, his hair was a greasy wreck and his shirt was tearing at the seems.

"To my room." I said quickly.

"Where have yooouuu been!" My mother said as she slammed her cigarette onto the table and stormed out of the kitchen and towards me.

"Places." I said as I began to turn around, but my dad yanked my shirt turning me back around.

"Nooww you!" He said as he tried to keep his eyes straight, "Dont you dareee talk to ya mother like that!" He said as he threw a punch in my stomach. I gasped for air and he loosened his grip on my shirt.

Taking my chance I pulled my shirt from his greasy beer scented hands and ran to my room.

I slammed my door shut and locked it franticly, my room had the only door that wasn't broken, and I pushed my dresser against the door just in case.

I looked around my room, the walls were a dingy yellow, the floors were old and sticky from various booze my parents had spilled. I had two pieces of furniture in here, a mattress with a few random blankets on it and my huge, empty, dresser.

I had spent four nights out in the park but I had to come in, my parents were getting mad. I clutched onto my stomach as I waddled to my bed and dropped down.

My mom was a tiny woman, she barley ate making her looking like a moving skeleton. Her rotten teeth and thin lips were always curled into a smirk, she smelled like she uses cigarette smoke for her perfume, and her thin short greasy black hair made her look like she belonged in a horror movie.

My dad on the other hand worked out and was buff, he was always either drinking or working out. He wears the same two shirts everyday, one is a workout tee shirt and the other is a stain filled short sleeve button up. His disgusting rotting teeth rarely show, he is always mad and likes to take his anger out on me.

I lifted my shirt exposing the huge bruise on the side of my stomach, luckily for me he decided not to mark my face. Although getting hit was too common for me and I don't think much of it anymore. Before I didn't have anyone asking about it, but now I have Eleanor.

I only told Eleanor about my parents a little I was very vague but she was too. Every time her father came up she changed the subject back to her little sister, Murphy.

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I tired to sleep but my mind kept playing the memory of Eleanor getting mad at me, I felt awful for what I said but I am still worried about her.

I don't think Murphy is a ghost per say, but I don't know if she is really who she says she is. I need to keep myself from bringing it up though, I don't want to upset Eleanor any more.

I want to make sure she is safe but I don't know how, if I cant even keep myself safe then what am I supposed to do.

I cant offer her a place to stay when things get bad like she can for me, but I can always be there for her. Dana and Dillion wont under stand what she is going through like I can, they have their happy, perfect little world while the rest of us and fighting everyday.

After what felt like hours of my mind replaying and thoughts racing I drifted asleep.

Until I was woken by pounding on my door, "Let me innnn!" My dad yelled as he hammered away.

I didn't want to but I was worried he would break my door then I would lose the safety of my room.

I pulled myself off my bed and rushed to the door and shifted the heavy dresser out of the way, my door slammed open and my dad burst in.

He turned to face me and smiled, "Thats better." The odd thing is that he sounds sober, but why. He is also calm not angry?

"Yes?" I said calmly.

"Uh, well I wanted to see if you were dead or sumthin." He said slowly, "You didn't answer me." He stated as he shifted from one foot to the other.

"Yeah well I was sleeping, you should try it." I slowly said, I was still confused and wasn't sure what was going on.

He scanned over my room, "Wow this place sucks!" He laughed a little too.

"Uhh, yeah well its what you gave me." I said watching his every move.

He sharply turned to me and starred for a few seconds, "Your mother is being difficult so I decided to leave the room and sleep somewhere else." He said as he nodded his head and crossed his arms.

"Oh." I was having a hard time putting this together.

"Alright, well it'll do." He said as he pushed my out of the room and slammed the door in my face, "Good night!" He yelled.

I stood there still stunned at his behavior, he has taken my room before but he usually is more aggressive than that.

Confused I walked to dirty couch and laid down, I tried to keep myself awake but I failed and drifted asleep.