roommates | darkiplier

Chapter 11

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Mark's car pulled up to the curb and I climbed in trying to act as natural as possible. For him it was easy to pinpoint the fake in someone. I couldn't even smile. I couldn't feel happy. I just felt like my whole world changed; my whole perspective on life just went out the window. The more I thought about it the more Mark would be suspicious. He would find out anyways, so what was the point in trying to hide it? I put on my seatbelt and leaned against the window tired in more ways than one.

He put the car into drive and started down the street gradually picking up speed. Before we even got three blocks he already started with the questions. All these damned questions...I didn't want to think about it even though everything was being implemented into my memories; into my mind- by that monster.

   "Did something happen to you?" He released the gas pedal and set his foot on the brakes as a stop sign came into view. He seemed more concerned about my current state than going through the sign.

   What do I say? "No," I muttered and slouched in my seat with my seatbelt beginning to irritate my skin.

   "Something on your mind?"

   Something in it. Something in it that wouldn't ever leave me be. It was like a parasite; eating away at everything good and leaving the bad for me to suffer with. I grunted in response.

   "Are you okay?"

   No I wasn't okay. Wasn't even close. Mark turned into a left turn lane, and easily turned with the green turn arrow. Other cars zoomed past us. They nearly spooked me.

   "Edith, what's wrong? Please tell me-"

   "Stop." All of my frustration went into that single word. All of that attitude. All of my anger. He didn't deserve that. Why did I have to be such a bitch? Why didn't I just tell him then? Maybe things would've been different.

"Stop asking me all these fucking questions. As much as I want to tell you I don't know how you'll react. I don't know how you'll respond. I don't want to fucking think about it but that's all I'm doing. Something happened Mark. But I can't find it in myself to tell you or to hurt you or to disappoint you. To confuse you as much as I'm confused right now. So please...please stop asking me questions. I won't give you any answers because they won't be what you're looking for. Don't talk to me because I don't want to yell at you like I'm doing now. I can't...I can't stand this...just give me some space."

"Okay." I always wondered how he was so accepting and chill about this. I was yelling at him. I was keeping a secret that I didn't think he'd be knowledgeable about. Wouldn't you be frustrated that your friend wasn't telling you a secret even though you're one of the few people they can trust? With anything?

Once we got back home Mark followed me up the stairs, but caught me before I went inside.

"It's okay, whatever you're going through you'll get through. I'll still be here if you want to talk, but I'll respect your space." He was a man of respect, he'd keep his word.

"Thank you. You heading back?"

"Yeah we'll probably go to the beach for the rest of the day. We'll be heading to the office right afterwards so I won't come back until tomorrow."

I nodded. "You do that, and I'll keep the house in order."

"Alright. See ya."