Mark's POV:
My neck hairs were standing up. I was feeling so shitty, the feeling hasn't gone away.
At this point I was sure I was being watched.
I was late so I had to go via shortcut to work. I wrapped my arms around me, I felt so uneasy I wanted to cry.
I jogged through the alley with glossy eyes. I just wanted to get to a safe place as soon as possible. I wish Jackson was with me.
A scream almost escaped my lips as I bumped into someone.
"Ah! What a coincidence to bump into you, Mark" I heard a delighted low voice say to me. I didn't dare to look up at the tall man, I already knew who it was.
"Evan..." I whispered.
I tried to escape, but his arm slammed into the wall, blocking my way.
"Why the hurry?" He said in a sweet voice.
"I-I have work" I tried to push his hand out of the way "please let me go."
"Hmm" he hummed. "Sure."
He took his hand away. I was just about to walk away, but then his hands grabbed my shoulders and pinned me into the wall.
"Gah!"
"Why are you acting like that?" He put his hand under my chin, forcing it up so our eyes met.
"Acting like what?"
"Don't play dumb with me." He hissed. His eyes traveled down my body and suddenly he grabbed my left hand and brought it up to see.
"Who are you engaged to? Tell me" he growled.
"Why does it matter?" I growled back.
"I just want to know the girl's name, that's all"
"As a matter of fact, it's a he that I'm engaged to." I yanked my hand back. "Now let me go, I'm late for work."
"Not until you tell me his name." He kept squeezing my shoulder, to the point where I tried not to scream in pain.
"Tell me his name" he demanded.
"I don't-"
"Tell me his name, I said" he spat and squeezed my shoulders even harder.
"His name is Jackson" I hissed through gritted teeth.
"Last name?"
"W-Wang"
I sighed in relief when he finally let go of me. I massaged my aching shoulders and looked up at him, anger building up in me.
"I know that guy. Didn't think you would get so desperate to date someone like him." He frowned.
"Excuse me, I actually am in love with him!" I growled. "You don't know anything at all"
"But I know him. I know what he is. A filthy player."
"He's not a player! Maybe if he was in the past, which I don't believe, it doesn't mean he couldn't change!" I was getting so angry, my face was red and my voice rising.
"Believe me, Mark. Once a player, always a player. He'll break your heart."
"Just like you broke mine?" My voice cracked. "He's not like that at all. He won't ever break my heart, he isn't like you. He doesn't say he loves me and then goes to fuck my sister! You are the guy who does that! You have Lily and still you're here hitting on me!"
"Me and Lily broke up. That bitch has some problems, and I can't stand that son of hers, he's fucking screaming all the time." Evan shrugged.
"You would be a terrible father."
"Nah" he smiled. "I just want to have a kid with you."
"What?" My eyes widened. "No, don't say that."
"Yeah actually, let's make a kid, Markie." He had that devilish smile on his lips as he brought them closer to mine.
"Stop" I stepped back, but my back hit the wall behind me. I tried to push him away, but he pinned my hands over my head.
"E-Evan" I began to panic. "Let me go!"
He pressed his lips roughly against mine. I squirmed the best I could and tried so desperately to scream and escape, but Evan was way too strong.
"No!" I managed to scream. "Help!"
"Shh, Markie." He bent down to whisper into my ear. "Your whore sister gave me a disease. I have 6 years to live, and I'm taking you down with me"
"NO" Tears began to fall on my cheeks. "DON'T"
He ripped my shirt off of me and attacked my pants.
He undid my buttons and tugged them to slide them down, but suddenly his body fell limp on the ground.
Behind him was Jackson with a crowbar, furious expression on his face and eyes firing in pure anger.
"H-he... he- tried to-" I cried in panic.
Before I could finish my sentence, I fell forward and everything went pitch black.
