Picking Up the Pieces (Markiplier x reader)

Chapter 33

*Tasha's P.O.V*

Wiping my eyes, I found myself in a bed, nearly naked, with a figure right beside me. 'I knew it, I knew the worng person to go to for help was him.' I thought as I got out of the bed, grabbing my clothes from the floor. While changing, I looked back at the man in the bed with complex thoughts in my head.

I don't know if I should be disappointed at him, or thank him because he did let me into his house when I came unannounced, and he did listen to what I had to say last night, but then he takes advantage of me when I pass out? I told him about me using the shit out of the cocaine, and he told me that I need to get some serious help because the drug use isn't because I want to, he said,

it's because of the break up.

I've been a complete mess once I left Ethan's house, and I can't seem to get myself back on the right track. The only that's keeping me stable right now is him, but this incident that happened, I don't think I'll ever get on the right track with him on my ass.

If I want to get help, I have to take action myseld and stop relying on people...or other things. (And that right there is today's life lession, kids)

Kissing my teeth, I finshed getting dressed and took one of his wife's sweater and a few coins he had on the island in the kitchen, leaving the apartment without another word, high heels in one hand, my phone in another. I walked to the bus stop and paid for a ride all the way the nearest rehabilitation center. I'm going to check myself in. I have to. I wouldn't be able to live like this.

'Do it for him. For Ethan.' I thought. 'You can't disappoint, Tasha. Remember what happened when you disappointed your mother, how did that end? Not pretty? Ok, so let's not upset the one you live for.' I sighed, looking outside the window.

"For him....."

*(Y/N)'s P.O.V* (whoops, more P.O.V changes. Sorry)

"(Y/N)~" Mark whined from donwstairs. I was upstairs, relaxing because I cleaned up a shit ton yesterday, and had a lot to eat. Unfortunately, no one stayed to help me clean, so it was a one man's show. "(Y/N), come downstairs. I'm so lonely~" That one didn't even help me clean.

"You come upstairs," I repiled, placing my hand on my bloated stomach. "You can't belive how much I ate, I can't even walk baby." Heating footsteps come up the stairs, I saw the muscular man enter the room and fall onto the bed beside me. I turned over to face him, and he did the same.

"I can't even get out of the bed." I said with a small smile since I'm with the one who makes me happy; who makes me the once a very happy child. "Oh, I've been meaning to talk to you about something."

"What's on your mind?" He questioned, getting closer to me and placing his hand on my waist, pulling me closer to him. Once I was close enough that I could smell his shampoo, I placed one of my hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat.

"I wanna go back to school." I said. "And like you said days ago, I want to study film. But then, the best art University is all the way in Italy."

"And?"

"And it's so far away, and imagine how much that's gonna cost." I looked up to him, his sweet chocolate eyes stared back into mine. Mark's beautiful eyes are like a nice hot cup of hot chocolate: warms you up internally just by looking at them, and I love that. "And plus, I can't leave you alone for two minutes without you creating havoc."

"So all these small things are blocking you from progressing?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed. "If you know what's right, you wouldn't care about those small issues, you'll go foward with your plan without hesitation." I looked down at my hands, playing with my fingers.