"Where were you?" Mark glared at me as I walked inside.
"It was a work thing." I muttered I tried to walk past him but he grabbed me pulling me towards him.
"I texted you though." He said,
"Yeah but you aren't the boss of me."
That's when I think Mark got a whiff of the alcohol in my breath. He slapped me across the face making me cry out and stumble back.
"Cmon you've got to make it up to me now." Mark glared at me as he grabbed me by the waist and up the stairs. I kicked and punched him the whole way up trying to get away. He threw me on the bed and I bolted for the door. Mark stopped me his grip tightening on my bruised wrist making me cry.
"Stop!" I shouted at him.
"Why?" He grinned.
"B-because I don't love you anymore!" I said loudly, he dropped his hand and stared at me a smirk dissolved from his lips.
"I never loved you." He said while breaking my heart.
"That's not true." My bottom lip trembled.
"It's as true as what your saying." He glared at me.
He pulled at me again but I stood my ground as best I could.
"What has gotten into you?" He glared at me.
My body trembled and I burst into tears and fell into his chest. My arms wrapped around his back as I sobbed into his shirt staining it. He held me tightly, his chin on the top of my head.
"I'm sorry." He mumbled and kissed my forehead. I pulled away and sat on the ground my back against the bed. Mark sat down beside me.
"Did you mean that?" He asked quietly.
"No." I sighed.
"Did you mean what you said?" I glanced at him, my eyes felt dry from my tears and my throat sore.
"Oh course not. I love you so much."
"Why do you hurt me then?" I said without thinking.
He wiped at his eyes.
"I-I don't know. There's somethin' wrong with me Amanda." He stared the other way. Mark is a hockey player most known for his fighting on the ice. He moves around from team to team quiet frequently from his fighting, but stays true to his amazing abilities on the ice.
"Maybe you should get help." I mumbled.
"Maybe." He glanced at me with a sorry look in his eyes.
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The Internship
RomantikI'm in love. Very deeply in love. That's the only thing I can think as I roll over onto my back on the cold hard pavement. My body aches and bruises form, my knuckles ripped apart, mangled and bloody, my clothes dirty and trashed but, all I can thin...
