Picking Up the Pieces (Markiplier x reader)

Chapter 55

*Tasha's P.O.V*

I took off my glasses and placed them on top of my head before entering the house before me. The house where all havoc so created, and if it leaks out, the world will go down in flames, taking everyone and everything in it. A lot had happened during my time here. It's where I sleep, eat and most importantly, stay with my family. The family that forgot about me when I was locked up. So many secrets are kept here, but is it a serect if everyone in the house knows?

I huffed at the small joke, spitting out my gum into a bush and wiping a little bit of the lipsitck before entering the house, the fimilliar hot air welcoming me. Hot air thats filled with nostalgia.

"Close the door behind you." I heard a voice say from the living room, and it only belonged to one person: Marzia.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm not new to the house you know." I replied and in she came rushing to the hallway to meet me. I took off my shoes and she finshed up fixing herself to make it seem like she didn't just rush over to greet me. I know she missed me, I know she's the one who missed me the most, but she doesn't like to show it.

"Hey." Marzia started.

"Hello."

"How was your stay in rehab?" She asked.

"Pretty lonely, to be honest." I repiled, placing my purse on the island inside the kitchen. I then walked over to the cupboard, grabbing two glasses and a bottle of wine. "Only had Signe come and vist me during my ten month stay, but I managed to stay sane. How about you? How was life after I got locked up?" I poured us both a glass of wine.

"It was petty hetic. (Y/N) got into a art school and is taking a course in directing, but right now, she just gave birth to her son, Damien." I arched an eyebrow with a smirk.

"Baby? Since when?" I crossed my arms over my chest. This is new. (Y/N) finally getting her shit back together, and now having a baby? I'm proud of her.

"Just now, she texted me. But listen, it isn't Mark's." She showed me the picture of (Y/N) and her new born baby. They're really cute.

"So then who's is it?" Marzia basically dragged me over to the couch, telling me basically everything that happened when I was in rehab. At the end, I only sat there, shocked. I huffed, leaning back in my seat. "Amazing to hear that she got her life back together; that she's all better now."

"Speaking of people getting their lives into one, did you learn a lesson or two when you were in that white room of yours?" I looked at her, baffled.

"Why do you care? It's not like you made an effort to come visit me when I was at my all time low. It's not like you'd help me when I was like that." I said, tilting my head to the side to hear what she had to say. It was probably all bullshit anyways, but you have to hear both sides of the story before you make a decision, right?

"What do you mean? I never had time to visit-"

"Or you just simply forgot." I butted in.

"No, that's not it. I had a busy schedule-"

"You've had a "busy schedule" for ten months?" I finally stood up, clapping my hands togther. Marzia did the same. "What kind of bullshit excuse is that to sympathize with someone?"

"Tasha, no-"

"Oh, so when (Y/N) was in the hospital, your clusterfuck of a busy schedule was all of a sudden open?! You know what? I'm done with people lying in front of my face. I'm done wth bitches like you, who fake everything." She looked taken back by my choice of words. She should be. "If you hate me, just say it to my face. Don't start making up lies that will just piss me off!"

"Ok, but why the fuck are you going off at me? What the fuck did I do?" She asked, pushing me by my shoulders. 'I don't even know myself....'

"Because bitches like you get on my nerves." I slapped her hand away my shoulders, and she slapped me back. 'Why are you doing this Tasha? Stop before you get hurt.' "Hoe, don't do it." Marzia slapped me again, but this time on my cheek and harder than before. That's when I lost my shit. I grabbed her by her long hair, pulling her down. She grabbed onto my hair as well while I dragged her down.

"Oi oi oi!" A voice stopped me from hitting her. "What are you guys doing?!" They said. Then, arms wrapped around me and pulled me off Marzia. It took a few attempts to make me let go of her hair because I wasn't giving up that easily. But eventually, I grew tired and let go. "Why are you guys fighting?!" The voice said, seating me on the couch before helping Marzia up onto her feet. I brushed my hair back to see who was the one who came between the two of us and it was Mark. Marzia sat down on the couch and he sat in the middle of us so that we wouldn't hit each other again. I sighed.

"Ok, so why are you guys fighting again?" He asked as we calmed down. All of a sudden, I feel a rush to tears build up and fall. I sniffed and wiped some away.

"It his fault!" I suddenly scream, standing up. "It's his fault that I'm such a mess. All he does is say he loves me, but the throws me away after I belive him! And you guys are like him, baiting me then using me!" I said. "I'm so stupid..." I ran upstairs, going and locking myself in the washroom. I slid against the door, grabbing a fist full of my hair as I silently cried the whole Indian Ocean, but in a small restroom.

*Mark's P.O.V*

"And you guys are just like him, baiting me then using me!" Tasha screamed before running upstairs and into the washroom. I looked back at Marzia. She only shurgged her shoulders. 'Him? Who's him?' I thought in curiosity. Tasha referenced us as him. But who's him? Her boyfriend or something? I shook my head, pushing the thought to the back of my head.

"You ok?" I questioned Marzia.

"I'm fine. Why are you even here? You're supposed to be a the hospital." She said.

"I'm here getting something for (Y/N). But I'll be back in a few minutes so..."

"Ah..." She replied. I the got up, going to my room and getting a few clothes for (Y/N). After packing her stuff in a plastic bag, I went back downstairs, asked one more time to see if she was really ok before leaving. I entered the car and thought about what Tasha was talking about back then. 'We're like him...' I pulled out my phone, started the engine to the car and pulled out of the parking lot, going back to the hospital.

"Hello, is this Ethan?" I asked, putting my phone on speaker.

"Yeah, who's this?" A husky voice from the other side.

"Mark, your girlfriend's.....friend's... boyfriend....?" I attempted to explain, bit failed. "Are you free tomorrow at eight o'clock?"

"Sure...?"

"Good, would you like to grab a beer with me then?"