Wait Stop!

9

"Mark!" I squealed happily as he started tickling my sides. He knows how ticklish I am. I couldn't contain my laughter as he continued to tickle and brush his fingers against my sides and thighs. "M-Mark stop! I c-can't b-breathe!" I wheezed out, still laughing. I felt like I was gonna cry from all of my laughter.

"Alright, I'll stop, I'm just glad I got to hear you laugh," he said and placed his hands on either side of my head. "Why? My laugh is so annoying," I chuckled. "Your laugh is one of my favorite things about you Sean, that's why I always tickle you so I can hear you laugh," he smiled and kissed my lips passionately. 

I giggled at those memories. Maybe if I laugh more I can keep Mark's good side out instead of his dark side.

I just need to keep thinking of the things that made Mark happy. Let's see, he likes my laugh, he likes dumplings, he likes dogs... maybe I can take him to see Chica. He might like that!

I called Mark's mom and told her we might come to visit Chica. She said she was fine with that.

Now I just had to tell Mark. I hope he won't be mad. But I know how much he loves Chica, and I felt so terrible for taking her away from him but I didn't want him to abuse her while I wasn't there to protect her.

I found Mark sitting on the couch. He was on his phone, checking his twitter or something.

"Hey Markimoo, I called your mom and asked if we could come visit Chica, I thought you might like that," I said with a hopeful smile. His stone cold look on his face turned into a bright smile. It looked as if he could almost burst into tears. "That's awesome! Thank you Sean you have no idea how much I miss her!" He jumped up and hugged me tightly.

I hugged him back and kissed his cheek. "I'm glad!"

A few days later we went to Mark's mom's house. She greeted us kindly and told us that Chica was playing outside.

When we got outside Chica immediately noticed us and ran over to us. She jumped on top of Mark, licking his face and whining excitedly. "Hey Chica Pika! Oh I missed you so much puppo!" He hugged her and kissed her face. She licked and barked at him in excitement.

She ran over to me and licked my face. She sniffed around and licked my hands and sleeves. She must've known about the abuse. But she still loved us equally.

Mark looked so happy which made me happy. His face was actually wrinkling because of how much he was smiling and laughing.

He played with Chica outside for quite awhile. Mark's mom and I talked to catch up on things.

"Is there really a reason why you brought Chica here? Other than just the fact that 'you can't afford to take care of her'?" She asked, glancing at the two goofballs in the yard.

I sighed heavily and looked down. "I brought Mark into therapy recently, they said he might have split personalities, he abuses me sometimes when he gets really angry, he's even raped me a lot.. I didn't want the same fate for Chica, that's why I brought her here, but he's getting better, I love him," I explained.

She brought me into a hug which I happily obliged to.

Soon Mark and I went home. He seemed happier than he has been in a few months. It made me smile.

Those happy moments didn't last very long though.

I couldn't keep him happy.

Mark was out shopping. He had to get away from me so he wouldn't see my ugly face and get angrier.

He had beaten me not too long ago. I was doing the dishes, my hands were too shaky and I dropped one of his favorite mugs.

While he was gone I decided to call a suicide hotline. Signe gave me the number.

I was talking to the man on the other end for a while. Then the door started to unlock and I heard Mark's roaring voice boom through the house.

"I-I have to g-go.. h-he's home.. I'm s-sorry I'll c-cal-"

"Sean who the fuck are you talking to?!" Mark shouted.

"I'll c-call back-!" I ended the call and huddled up on the couch. He stomped over to me with a glare that looked straight through me.

"Who. Did. You.." he trailed off as he grabbed my wrist firmly, making me scream, "fucking talk to!" He shouted angrily. He stared daggers right into my soul.

"A-a hotline.." I muttered, barely audible.

"You do not call anyone or text anyone unless I know them! And unless I know they won't take you away from me!" He shouted, slapping my face and kneeing my stomach harshly.

I screamed in pain and coughed up the dark, sticky substance with a bitter taste.

"M-Mark.." I choked out. He slapped me roughly in the face and then kneed my stomach again.

He glared at me, "what?" He said bitterly.

"I-I... I love y-you.." I wheezed, more blood pouring out of my mouth. I wiped it away wth my sleeve so it wouldn't pool on the floor.

He growled before storming off and slamming a door somewhere in the house. I curled up into a ball and hugged my knees to my chest.

I felt so weak. So pathetic. So vulnerable. I hated the feeling.

"I-I just want his affection b-back.." I whispered to myself quietly. I wanted my Mark back. The old Mark. The Mark who actually loved and cared for people.. for me.

I cried and sobbed silently on the floor, not really caring how uncomfortable or painful it was.

After a few painful minutes I heard thumping from upstairs. The footsteps came closer to me until I could see Mark.

He ran over to me and picked me up. He held me close to my chest and sobbed silently.

"I love you too, I want to stop doing this to you but I can't.." he muttered, choking and coughing on his own words. Almost like he was struggling to say that.

I smiled slightly, wanting to hug him back. I couldn't though, because of how weak my body was.

A/N: hhhhhh filler chapter I guess 1090 words