Manipulation (Sequel To Total Control)

Dark's Here

Your POV

I didn't know what to do or where to go, so I just rushed out and drove off. Leaving Mark in the dust. I didn't want to do that, but I was scared. I didn't want him to get hurt.

I saw him, I know I did. It couldn't have been my imagination. It felt real, he looked real.

The thoughts kept spinning through my head as I sped back to my apartment, hoping and praying that Mark doesn't follow. I saw him run out after the car, as if that'd make a difference. But I know he's stubborn. And I don't want him anywhere near me. Not now, not ever, for his own good.

As soon as I got back and was in the confines of my place, I sunk down against my door, unable to think.
I cried, I don't entirely know why, but the tears just came out. And I couldn't stop them. What I saw was like an image burned in my mind. I don't understand why he was just standing there, why didn't he lash out.

Was it my imagination? I don't know. All I know is that I don't want Mark to be the bull's eye of the target.
But I don't know how I'm supposed to do that. With him being stubborn and Dark being Dark, and I'm just in the middle of it.

I can't bear to picture what would happen. But I know what would, I've seen it before.

I cried more, remembering that grizzly scene, as if it was right in front if me again. I hugged my knees and buried my face in them. Feeling the headache start to build up, and my eyes hurt.

Then I heard him again, after what felt like weeks.
"Baby doll? " his voice clear as a bell. Deep and angered but sympathetic.
"D-dark? You're back" I said, I don't know if I sounded relieved or scared out of my wits. I surely was the latter.
"Why are you crying? " he asked firmly. I didn't answer, I couldn't answer. I thought I saw him behind Mark, but now he doesn't seem to know. It really was all in my head.

"What happened? Answer me" his voice rose a little. But his anger wasn't for me, I know that. And I know who it was for. I couldn't tell him.
Then he muttered
"What did he do? "
"Nothing " I answered quickly. He went quiet.
"Dark? " I asked aloud, but he didn't answer. And I felt that feeling again. The feeling of him being gone.

To say I was panicked, would be an understatement.

Mark's POV

When she sped off and I couldn't go after her, I didn't know what to do with myself. I couldn't figure out what made her act that way. The look on her face, it was as though she saw a ghost or a monster. She went pale and she started shaking. I couldn't get it out of my head. I wandered around my house and ended up in my recording room. I dropped on my chair, propping my hand on the armrest and my head on my hand.

What happened to her?

"You're a real son of a bitch" Dark spat.
"Shut up I'm trying to think" I said.
"You don't control me" he snarled.
"My head, so yeah, I do" I snarked.
"Well, let's fix that" he said, his tone uncomfortably calm.

Before I could retort anything, all I felt was a pounding in my head. Worse than a migraine.
"Dar-k st-stop" I fumbled. He growled and he pain continued. It felt like someone was smashing a wrecking ball on my head. My hands clutched around my head in an instinct.
I stumbled out of my chair and onto the ground. I couldn't think what to do. The pain made me stupid, I was just acting on human instinct. Unconsciously, I stumbled to my bathroom and my hand fumbled through the cabinet and grabbed the Aspirin.

"You think that'll stop me, you're an even bigger idiot than I thought" Dark snarled. My chest and stomach started burning, as if it was acid. My hands dropped the bottle and wrapped around my abdomen.
"D-ark quit it" I gritted thought my teeth, but he ignored me.