Picking Up the Pieces (Markiplier x reader)

Chapter 49

"Tell me, I'm all ears."

I, with a shakey breath, inhaled slowly and exhaled before continuing. I started to play around with Rachel's towel as I spoke.

"Listen, a few months ago, the school had this Hunger Games like competition, where we versed each other. And we were divided into like North, South, East and West." I looked at Rachel to see if I was doing a good job at explaining. She gave me a thumbs up. But seeing how Mark remained silent, that told me otherwise.

"And I was in the West side, and we ended up winning. The prize was a paid Korean barbecue, and we ate and have drinks. Well, I and a few people had a lot to drink and well, let's just say I didn't return back to my room the next morning."

"I found myself in one of my friend's room, naked, and we supposedly had sex, but we had protection!  But then condom ripped and now I'm two months pregnant." I said and sighed in defeat, cutting back on the bullshit.

"Listen. This, by far is the hardest thing I think I've ever had to do. To tell you, the man I love, that I'm having a baby with a man that I barely even know. I hope you can accept the fact that I'm strong enough to tell you this, and hopefully you'll give me another chance. Please."

He hung up.

I threw my phone across the room and put my head into my pillow, slowly dying of regret and disappointment in myself. I shouldn't have told him. I know I shouldn't have told him. Now he hates me. Now, I don't even think that he wants me as a girlfriend. Now, I don't think he wants me back in L.A. I'm done for. Mark is done with me now. Everyone back in L.A. probably know already and now despise me. I slept with another man, and now I disgust them. I've failed them.

"(Y/N)," I heard a soft voice over my loud sobs and a half placed on my shoulder. "(Y/N), look at me." I shoved her shoulder off of me, continuing to cry in my pillow. "Come on (Y/N), cry on me if you need to." I don't care right now, I've lost the two most important things in my life, and have a slim to none chance to get it back: Mark and the gang.

"(Y/N), please look at me. Ple-"

"STOP! STOP IT!!" I shouted as I snapped my head towards. "I'VE JUST LOST MY FUCKING BOYFRIEND, MY FUCKING WILL TO LIVE AND NOW I'M STUCK WITH A DAMN BA-" I stopped momentarily and looked at Rachel. I accidentally snapped at her. "Oh shit, I-I'm sorry. I-I didn't m-mean to..."

"It's alright (Y/N)." She responded. "I understand exactly what you're going thoough-"

"Wait, let me stop you right there. You're saying," I stood up. Now, I wasn't sad nor upset; I was outright angry just because of that small sentence she said. It pisses me off when people say that sentence or something similar. They just try to sympathize with you, but it just makes them more worse than before. Especially when you're in a rare situation like this.

"You're saying that you have a one night stand with a co-worker, found out that you were pregnant two moths later, had to break the news to your actual boyfriend and have him hang up on you?! Did you?!" She was taken back by my words.

"Well, if your phrase it like-"

"NO! IF I PHRASE IT LIKE NOTHING! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M GOING THROUGH! YOU DON'T KNOW THAT I'M A SUICIDAL BRAT, AND THAT MY ONLY WILL TO LIVE WAS MARK AND, AND, AND.......and that will to live is now gone...." More tears started to fall as I looked at Rachel without any expression. She did the same. I spilled once again and at the wrong time. I hate when I do that.

"I....I need to go take a w-walk." I wiped away some tears as I took my phone and sweater and left the room. I wasn't expecting her to come for me, and I didn't want her to. I needed to be alone right now. Looking through my phone, I looked for Tasha's contact number, but then remembered that she was in rehab. 'God damn it....' I thought. She was the only one who I can talk to that could bring me peace. I don't know who else there is. Frustrated, I put my phone back in my pocket and-

"Woah!" I gasped suddenly as I was forcefully pushed down by somebody. I heald back tears and screams as I hit the back of my head real hard on the concrete. I held the back of my head while trying to get up and push the body off of me. I looked to see was the moron who decided to bump into me and surprise, surprise, it was no other than my unfortunate baby daddy, Craig.

"Are you OK?" He asked while holding his hand for me to grab. I only slapped it away and got up by myself, dusted myself off and glared at him.

"You're going to regret the day you were born after I'm done with this baby." I angrily commented and walked away with my hand still on the back of my head. It burned a lot, and liquid started to fall out of a spot there. I looked at it, seeing the blood started ooze out. 'Just my fucking luck...' I sighed and contiune my walk to my workplace. I entered and sat down, calling one of the waiters.

"What's up (Y/N)?" One of my co-workers, Jamal, asked while wiping the counter.

"Nothing much. Can you pass me a bandage?"

"Why?" He questioned, bending over to hand me a bandage. I turned over so that he could see the cut on my head. He hissed and put on the bandage. "What were you doing? Banging your head on the shape part of a chair until you bleed your brain out?"

"Don't be ridiculous. That's what I do on Tuesdays," We laughed. "But no, some fool knocked me down. And can you pass me the a two liter water bottle?" He did what was requested before taking a good look at me.

"Have you been crying?" I shook my head a mix of yes and no. "What's wrong?" Jamal has worry written on his face.

"It's nothing. Just some family issues back at home. But I'm ok." I lied. I know I wasn't ok, I was far from ok, but I had to say something so that he doesn't worry. "Thanks for asking, Jamal." He nodded with a smile and took the three dollars I left on the counter for my water. I chugged the water as I took a long walk around the neighborhood just so I could collect my thoughts.

Where the bar was located, it had a lot of family owned stores around it, so you'd see a lot of children roaming these streets and some parents coming in and out of the store. Everyone looked like they were at peace, for the most of it. Families out here, happy with their children. And here I'm walking, with my issues to destroy the bright atmosphere. I'm not sure I could start a family and be happy like these people because of who I am and my past. I'm uncertain I would be able to take care of a child, and I was scared, even though that it wasn't Mark's child, he would walk out on me because of the stress that comes along with having a child. I sighed and contiune to drink my water, hoping that wouldn't be the case if I were to keep this child.

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I was greeted with a warm hug as I entered the room. Rachel clinged onto my with her long arms and huffed, putting her child on my head. She sighed and pulled back to look at me.

"Seeing as if you took a nice, long walk and chugged down a two liter bottle of water, I'm guessing you have relaxed and ready to talk about what you said when you popped off?"

"Sure." I replied, taking a seat on my bed and started to explain some stuff to Rachel. I know I've only known Rachel for a short time, but she's really trustworthy. I know I could keep a good serect with her.

(AN: *le sigh*.)