*???'s P.O.V*
Arriving at a fairly popular mall in the city, I carried (Y/N) all the way from the bus to the family rest room.
"Are you OK?" I placed her down on the couch and locked the door behind me. Of course, she shook her head no furiously. "Right..." I sighed, grabbing some tissue paper and wiping away some dirt from her face. She jumped from the contact with water, making her move back from me.
"D-don't touch me p-please..." (Y/N) manged to speak out before going through a coughing fit.
"Are you able to walk?" I asked. She attempted to stand up from the chair she was in before collapsing on her feet. I helped her get back onto her feet and onto the couch.
"I-I'm ok. D-don't touch m-me." (Y/N) moved back from me once more.
"Yeah. Sorry." I said. "Are you hungry or something?" She nodded instantly. I huffed and we got up. She was capable on walking by herself, so we left the restroom, entering the crowed food area. We went over to New York Fries and I got some fries for (Y/N) and a glass of water. We went over and got us a table. Still being a little shaken up, (Y/N) peacefully ate her fries while I slowly ate my frozen yogurt from another fast food restaurant. There, I took a moment to look at her. She semmed so beaten up and neglected. The way she was eating the fries meant she wasn't eating properly when she was down there in that little cell. She must have been brutally tortured to have all these marks up and down her whole face and probably down her whole body.
"Hey, are you OK?" She looked up at me, sipping her water with shaky hands. Placing her cup down on the table, she used the sleeves of my sweater to wipe away some water that spilled from her face.
"I-I'm alright. Thanks f-for asking." (Y/N) continued to eat her fries.
"What were you even doing down there? For a pretty shawty like you, you took a real beating."
"Umm, it's a-a long s-story."
"And? I do love me some drama and two hours before I need to get back home." I smirked, making her chuckle by the slightest.
"Well, I-I'm probably all over the n-new right now because of my sudden d-disappearance." She started, shoving a few more fries into her mouth. "U-uhmm, the o-only thing I could re-remember is getting into a-a fight with M-Mark and l-leaving the house... after that, e-everthing i-is a b-bulr..." She tears started to fall down her face again as she remember what happened to her.
"T-then I found myself in a s-some sort of hell hole and there h-he was. Beating me, u-using me as-as he's own s-sex slave. S-some days, he'll bring his f-friends and I'll have f-four of them i-in me all at o-once." She coughed, wiping a few tears away.
"T-they'll....They'll throw things at my s-stomach to make s-sure I wouldn't have a b-baby and he-he wouldn't feed me at a-all..." Damn, no person should go through something like that. Especially someone as beautiful as (Y/N). She started to sob and sob as her story continued.
"Well, hey. Don't cry. I got you out of there, (Y/N). It's going to be alright. I promise you it's going to be alright." I leaned over the table to wipe some tears from her face. "It's going to ok." I reassured. She calmed down a bit, but she still was extremely shaky again.
"Hey, speak to me. Tell me about yourself before this whole accident." (Y/N) sighed with a small small smile on her face.
"I-I'm 20, I live in L-Los Angeles-" I cut her off right there.
"If you live in Los Angeles, what are you doing here in San Diego?" I furrowed my eyebrows.
"I don't even know what day it is, nevermind where I am. S-so maybe after this, you could d-drop me off at my city?" I laughed.
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Picking Up the Pieces (Markiplier x reader)
Fanfiction(Sequel to 'You Break Me') Life is once again spiraling down for (Y/N), just we she thought she got her stuff together. Being kidnapped, starved, bruised and overall mistreated, (Y/N) thought this was the end, but it's just the beginning. "I don't w...
