11:11 // Crankiplier

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Delilah's POV

When Ethan walked into his room that morning, I did not expect him to be in tears.

"Ethan?" I asked in a panicked tone. He just shook his head and walked-no, stumbled over to where I sat on his bed before collapsing into my arms.

"What happened?" I asked as Ethan began sobbing into my shoulder.

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"Once-once she started yelling at him, M-mark practically pushed me out the door!" Ethan finished his story, sobbing even harder than he was before.

"What if she kills him, Delilah?" I hugged him tighter and gritted my teeth.

This bitch is going to get herself a beating.

Just like dad would get if I ever find out that he did the same thing to my sister that he did to me...

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "Okay, I'm gonna get you some tissues and some ice cream, alright? It's gonna be okay. I'll be right back."

I pulled away from Ethan and went downstairs. I grabbed tissues, the tub of ice cream I'd hidden in the freezer, and a spoon.

Then I called the cops on Kristen.

I knocked on the door frame of Ethan's room before I walked back in.

"Hey." I sat back down on his bed next to him and handed him the ice cream and tissues. He wiped the tears off his cheeks and blew his nose.

"Gross." I joked. "Go wash your hands." I pointed to the hall and made a stern face. He giggled a little.

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Mark's POV

I woke up in a hospital bed.

My head hurt like shit. My chest hurt like shit. My stomach hurt like shit. Everything hurt like shit.

"Ah good, you're awake." I looked over at a woman standing next to my heart rate monitor.

"The good news is, the police showed up before any of your bones could be broken. It's a miracle, really." She flipped through papers on her clipboard.

"Police? What?" She met my eye for the first time.

"Someone must've known you were in trouble, and they called the police. Forgive me if I'm over stepping my bounds, but I'd say you have an angel watching you, Mr. Fischbach." She looked back down at her clipboard.

"Anyways, you should be out of here by the end of this week. Friday, I'd guess. But before then the police will want to ask you a few questions about exactly what happened, so I'd suggest you get some rest. The nurse will be back to check on you in a little while." She smiled at me and left the room, turning off the lights and closing the door.

I squinted at the clock on the wall.

Is it always 11:11?

I wish this would all be over.

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"And it's always been this way?" One of the officers asked.

"Well, the drinking and yelling. The beatings didn't start until recently." I stared at my hospital bed.

"Do you know why they might've started?"

"She found out I'm bi." I could see the other officer lean towards the one asking the questions.

"Why're we here defending a fuckin' queer?"

The first officer elbowed the other one and gave him a stern look before turning back to me.

"Don't mind my partner, he was raised by some very closed-minded people." I nodded solemnly.

"Was she drunk when the beatings took place?"

I thought for a moment. "I'm not sure." The officers nodded.

"We'll see what we can do for your case." With that, they got up and headed towards the door. Before they left, the first officer stopped. "How old are you, son?"

"Almost 17 sir." He nodded.

"If it comes back that we can't do anything, you might want to consider the option of moving out. A lot of apartments around this area are fairly cheap, and if you had a roommate I'm sure a boy your age could afford it."

He closed the door behind him.