First Sight (Markiplier X Blind!Reader)

Trip

As I found my phone I called up the first number on speedial. I sat on the edge of the bed with my crying daughter, holding her hand, praying that someone answers.

"Hello?"

The voice was low like I had just woke them up. I didn't care. My child was my priority.

"Hello? Please I need help. My daughter is hurt and I can't get out." My words blubbered over another as I tried explaining the situation to the stranger.

"H-Hold on!" It said more awake. I sniffed in all my responds and squeezed Roses hand. "What's going on (Y/n)?"

More cries let out as I hear the familiar Irish voice I missed so dearly. Even if it was only a few days, it felt like eternity. "I need help Jack, my daughter is hurt."

I explained to Jack what happened and how the past few days have gone. Jack told me that he was going to send the police over to the house and get Roseleen to the hospital. He was coming down take us somewhere safe.

After hanging up with Jack, I turned to Rose and laid next to her. Her cries had lessened but was still there. I hummed to her as we waited for the rescue.

Every minute we waited, another minute Joe could arrive.

I was preparing to attack him.

I was ready to escape.

I heard the keys opening the door. I sat up slowly, my head turned to the door. Rose grabbed my arm holding me down.

The door creaked open only to be stopped half way. "The hell?" Joe exclaimed door shut and locked again.

Outside we could hear a commotion. Joe yelling and fighting back. The police yelling for him to work with them. However, the one thing that stayed with us was a gun shot.

I scooped up Rose and ducked under the bed. If Joe came back, we could at least hide until I came up with a plan.

After things became quiet I heard the door open again. Rose made a noise and squirmed gently. "Rose shh.." I warned her quietly. She continued trying to leave my grip and I felt a small tap on my back.

I jumped, hitting the top of my head on the metal part of the bed, scooting farther under the bed. "Don't touch her!"

I heard a voice call out "I won't hurt anyone..." Unfamiliar, but it felt secure. I told Rose to stay as I slid out. I looked around trying to find the voice, "Hello?".

"Ma'am, I'm Sheriff Roberts. I-" I cut her off, by hugging them, or trying to. They caught me, and held me. "I got a call from a Sean McLoughin. Are you and your child okay?" I shook my head no, starting to cry again. "Please help her."

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At the hospital, I was admitted as well as Roseleen. Roseleen had malnutrition, and a two broken ribs on her left side. The doctors told me she had numerous bruises and many scars from previous incidents. For me, I had to have my head checked for a concussion from Joe slamming me around, and they did a rape kit on both of us just to be on the safe side.

I got a room with Rose, separate beds, however I snuck into her bed to hold her. As I started to fall asleep, I heard Rose sing. I continued to fall asleep listening to the tune of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.

The next thing I felt was shaking. I gasped and sat up, reaching my hand over to Rose. She clinged onto me immediately.  "Rose?" I asked. I looked around trying to see if I could feel a presence.

"Hey, (Y/N). Its just me." I heard a low, worried voice. I scrunch my nose, blinking a few times trying to figure out the voice. But, after a few blinks... what looked like a faded picture appeared into my eyes.

I gasped. "Mark?"

I heard him sigh, the picture moved slowly and came close to my side of the bed. My eyes never left the figure. "I know.." Mark replied. "The last person you want to see.."

I blink some more, only to have part of my vision come back. I started to cry, turning back to look at Roseleen. I pick up my beautiful brown haired child, wrapped in bandages and covered in bruises. I held her close to my heart and looked over to Mark. I could see his hands so desperate to hold me, his hair that looked like a mess, but his face had looked so worn down.

Mark had looked so fragile, reached my hand out to him. He looked down at me and back at my hand. "(Y/n)?"

He grabbed my hand and sat down next to me on the bed. I rested my head on his shoulder and rubbed his hand. "It was stupid. I know." I cried. "I just wanted to see them again."

Mark embarrassed us in a hug. Rose held me caringly as I gave my heart to the man I loved.