precious | e.d (discontinued)

Fifteen | Mark

Alexa's POV

"Mark?" I asked again, in complete shock. I
looked around us, scared to see people seeing us.

I looked back at him again, blinking twice to see if it was actually him.

"Mark what are you doing here? Aren't you-"

"Shh. Come with me." He grabbed my hand and pulled me away to the back door, walking me to the hidden corner.

Mark. Mark Paul Johnson. In eighth grade, Mark ran for student body president and won. He was a productive young boy, he was witty, handsome, and a lot of girls were really interested in him, but he only had eyes for one girl.

He always looked so clean cut, with his hair swept back and his style so neat. Mark was the most organized, self-aware, kind and selfless person you could meet.

You could never expect him to do anything bad. But at the age of fifteen, Mark was arrested for trying to help his girlfriend with robbery.

It wasn't Mark's fault. He was madly in love with her that he was willing to do anything for love. His girlfriend planned to rob a jewelry shop one night, and Mark was hesitant but he did everything she wanted him to do. It was unfair, I know. But some people really do anything for love.

When the police arrived to catch them, Mark let his girl run away and escape while he had to face the consequences of his girlfriend's actions.

When he was questioned, he kept her out of the conversation, blaming everything on himself, telling the cops that he was the one who planned and did it, and he also lied saying that he was in it alone.

It was crazy, really. Mark went through so much just to stay and be with a girl.

We're the only ones who know their true story,
Me, Grayson, Ethan and Mia. Just the four of us.

He was obviously out of breath, sweaty and nervous.

"Mark, I-I'm so confused. What the hell are you doing here?" I asked him as I looked around, scared to be seen with him. Everyone knows Mark in this school.

"Yes, I know, but p-please just listen to me Alexa."

I nodded and waited eagerly for him to continue, he took a step closer and whispered  in my ear for me to hear.

"Help me get out of here. I need your help."

I pull away from him to meet his gaze.

"What? What do you mean?"

He had his head down while he was panting. He was very conscious of the time, worried and nervous.

"Alexa I- I know it sounds crazy but I need you to drive me as far away from here as you can. It- it's important i need some place where no one can find me Alexa please."

I was dumb for not realizing sooner.

"Mark.. You escaped prison?" I was shocked.

He nodded.

"Someone started a riot and I took the chance to run. I kept running until I reached school and I had no one to go to until I saw you. Alexa listen to me. You're my only hope. I really need-"

I cut him off before he could finish, "Mark this doesn't feel right. I want to help you but what if you get caught again? You might face death for all we know! Mark I missed you, a lot. I care for you. Please don't put yourself in any more danger."

"I know you're concerned. But if i just make the right plans I promise you everything will be fine. I'll meet my family again, be able to go to school again, everything will be back to how it was."

I sighed.

"But that's if you make the right plans. And if you do them right. I'm pretty sure that there's a high chance you won't."

He sighed, and looked at me as if he was a bout to do something wrong— no, something suspicious. But he was hesitating.

"Mark? Mark listen to me. Let's talk through this. Calm down-"

I stopped when I saw his eyes trail to something behind me. My heart raced as I stood still, waiting for Mark to say a word.

I stared at him as cold sweat broke out through my pores, Silently pleading him to move and tell me what's going on.

He looked down, looking like he was guilty. He looked up and took a breath before he looked at me.

"Alexa, I'm sorry. I-I'm sorry but I have to do this. For her."

"Do what? Mark, what are you-"

The pain arose from my head and I could hear ringing in my ears. He punched me, hard. My vision was blurry and I could almost see two figures staring down at me.

I did all i could to get myself up the floor, but one figure pushed my head down with his- or her foot.

"What are you doing babe?! Get her and let's go! You wanna get caught? You wanna get back to jail?! Get moving dumbass!"

I recognized that voice. I know that tone. I forced myself to glance at them once more, and my eyes adjusted a little to her face. I knew it, the beast. Alissa Williams.

"Yes, yes I will." I heard Mark say as he bent down to carry me.

As he lifted me up, my head was throbbing and I felt as if I couldn't breathe. Panic attack.

"Shit. She's having a panic attack Alissa. Get her inhaler I think it's in her bag. She always gets carries one-"

Mark wanted to help me, but of course Alissa wouldn't have that.

"You wanna help that bitch? So you love her now too? I'm not taking orders from you, Mark. Now move your ass and let that slut gasp  for air."

Mark furrowed his brows and looked at me, whispering 'sorry'

They ran to what I could make out as the parking lot, quickly getting me into Alissa's Range Rover.

"Go, go, go!" Alissa yelled at him, as they got into the car and Mark started driving immediately.

I heard Alissa rummage through the glove compartment, cursing under her breath.

"Where's the chloroform?!"

"Alissa, she's hurt enough."

"I don't fucking care! I need her unconscious so she doesn't see where we're going, dipshit!"

As they argued, I took the chance to glance at the window to see where we were heading.
GEORGE BLVRD. This was far off from town. An abandoned road with many abandoned houses and buildings. How is anybody going to find me here?

I saw Alissa taking a handkerchief from her pocket and pouring something on it, I realized that it was chloroform.

She faced me with her devilish smile, "Sweet dreams, slut."

I couldn't fight back as I inhaled into the cloth, slowly seeing nothing but black as everything faded.

Oh god, someone help.