Tempus Fugit {Who Killed Markiplier}

~The Truth~

The next day I made a b-line to Mari's office. I threw open the door, fiery rage in my eyes, the shitty security camera in my hand. "You've been watching me?!" I roared. She smirked. "How else am I supposed to know what you're up to?" My pent up rage finally exploded out of me. "Because it's none of your damn business!! Why do you care what I'm doing?"

"I need to know if you're making moves on Damien!"

"Why the hell would I?!"

"Because you're a whore, plain and simple."

"Excuse me?!"

"You had to have known that Damien used to love you."

"...what?"

"Ah so you didn't! When he came back, he wouldn't stop going on about you. Iris this! Iris that! Where's Iris? Is Iris okay? But you know what? Eventually, all that stopped. Eventually. He. Forgot. About. You."

"Shut up Mari."

"After a while he just stopped talking about you. It probably just settled in at last that you were dead."

"Shut. Up."

"He simply no longer cared."

"I SAID SHUT UP!" I slammed my hands on her desk, which instantly proved to be a mistake. She grabbed my wrists, digging her deadly nails deep into my flesh once more. I cried out in pain, trying (and failing) to get out of her agonizing grip. "Now you listen here you ignorant little shit. If you don't quit this job and get the hell out of here, I will make you regret it. Stay the fuck away from Damien. For good."

She swiftly let go of my wrists and smacked me across the face. I yelped and stumbled back. Just as I did, the door opened and I fell against the person who had opened it. "Mari what the fuck!" Damien's deep voice roared from above me. Mari's eyes widened at the realization of being caught. Damien put his hands on my shaking shoulders. "I-I.. she.." Mari stammered. "Out. get out of here now." he growled dangerously. She took the hint and dashed out the door.

As soon as she did, he spun me around and looked at my face, his expression surprised and worried. "Oh God Iris.. is this why you've been so distant?" he asked. I lowered my head and he promptly pulled me into his arms whispering "No.. oh no no this is all my fault.. I should have realised.. I'm so sorry."
   
"This isn't your fault," I managed to say, "it's hers and mine." He stepped back gripping my shoulders. "Never will something like this be your fault. Ever." he stated firmly. He then looked me over. "Did she do anything else to you?" I nodded solemnly. "I tried to tell you yesterday before she dragged you away." I murmured.
   
Reluctantly I rolled up my sleeves of my sweater, revealing the healing scars made by her nails. Damien's eyes widened. He covered his mouth and sank into the chair next to him. "How long?" he breathed from behind his hand. "The first time was over a month ago, but these were from throughout the week." I replied. He held his head in his hands. "This is all my fault." he whispered, his voice shaking. I knelt down beside the chair. "No Damien, it's not. I should have stood up for myself." I said, but he suddenly stood. "No! I should have been there to protect you! You're my best friend! It's my goddamn job to defend you and be there for you!" he said angrily. 

He sighed and quickly regained himself. "Iris please tell me if something like this happens again. I can't stand that I let this fly right under my nose." he said, holding out his hand to help me up. I nodded, feeling a mixture of shame and relief. He exhaled deeply. "Come here." he muttered, once again holding me tight in his embrace. He placed a tender kiss on my forehead. "I love you, alright?" he said. My heart jumped and I hugged him tighter, squeezing my eyes shut as I buried my face into his shoulder. "I love you too."

a/n: daw that end bit made me happy to write (no they aren't truly a thing yet, that'll have to wait muahahh)
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