Markiplier's Wakeup Call (Markiplier X Reader)

I'm sorry

Your POV:

I wake up...I grab my binder and clothes rushing out of the room and right into my bathroom. I lock the door and start to cry.  I hear Mark slurring. I came up with excuses in my head. "Maybe he was drunk, maybe I somehow seduced him, maybe he was high...maybe I deserved it..." I looked up. "Maybe he was tired of waiting" I hear a movement. I put on my binder and clothes and lay in the bathtub, hoping he wouldn't hear me. There was a banging on the door. "(Y/N)! LET ME IN! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE! I'M-" he cut himself off and slid down the door. "please..." I hear him whisper. I come out of the bathtub and open the door. He collapses at my feet. "I'm so sorry! You know I'd never hurt you or force you to do anything you wouldn't. It's just with James, he made me mad and when I get mad, I'm not me!" he cried. I sit down and stroke his hair, my rear was still sore but I fought through it for him. "I-I won't talk to James anymore..." I stutter, "I'm sorry I hurt you..."

A/U POV:

The next few nights were calm, (Y/N) almost convinced himself that it had never happened. But then, after Mark came back from a nightclub...

Your POV:

"Uhhhh...hicc...(Y/N)?" he called out. He swayed so much he knocked over a plant. "hicc...I-haha" he slurred. I walked in. "Mark, you shouldn't be drinking!" I scold, he sighs. I walk him over to the couch. "(Y/N)...I wanna...hicc...fuck" he seductively stated. I flinch, remembering the night. "Baaabyyyy, you're so gooood" he carried on, seeing my obvious discomfort. I stand up "No, Mark. We're not...together and I'm not your baby!" He stood up and slapped me. I held my hand to my cheek. "M-Mark..." I whimper with disbelief in my tone. He pushed me to the ground and pinned me. I grabbed a vase and hit him over the head with it, he collapsed on top of me and I started crying again. He woke up a few hours later and held me in his arms. "I'm sorry (Y/N), I was drunk..." but this happened more and more until...

"Mark, I can't be with you if this carries on..." I protest. He stands up, shaking. My stomach drops. "b-babe...I-I can't help it...I...I won't be able to carry on without you..." he breaks down. What have I done? I couldn't find anyone more genuine than him! What was I thinking? He was giving me what I deserved. I held him close, "please don't leave me..." he whimpered. I kissed his head, "I won't..."

(A/N okay so yes, this is the last chapter of this story, however, I'm going to write a spin-off book so stay tuned. It's called "Falling for the devil, tripping up for an angel"