(y/n) = your name
(h/n) = his name
The next day you woke to screaming once again, you pressed your ear to your wall, able to hear Mark typing furiously. You tried not to make any noise as you got yourself washed and dressed, you didn't want to mess up his recording.
On your way out, you slip a note under Mark's door with your number, telling him to text you when he's finished before you set off to your ex's.
It was a longer drive than you realized, but at least it gave you time to work out what you were going to say.
Luckily he was still in the old apartment. You decide against using your own keys and instead knock, stepping back a little.
It took a few minutes, but your ex finally answered the door, looking incredibly rough.
"What are you doing back here?" he muttered, leaning against the door frame.
"I'm here for the rest of my stuff..." you frown, pushing your hands into your pockets.
"What makes you think I'll let you take it?" he asked, trying to look threatening.
"I'll make you if you don't let me in," you said simply, sighing at him.
"You can't just run off without saying anything and then reappear when you want something..." he huffed, rubbing his eyes against the daylight.
"You don't have to do a thing, just let me in and get my stuff..." you sighed.
"Your parents won't take you back you know..." he muttered, stepping aside and letting you in.
"That's fine... I have a place..." you mumble, looking around at the state of the place. It was a wonder why he hadn't been thrown out...
"What do you mean you've got a place?" he asks, shaking his head a little.
"I've got a place... I moved out, we broke up... wasn't that clear when I grabbed my stuff and left?"
"No, because your shit is still here!" he snapped, a little bolder now you two were in the dark of the apartment.
"So what did you think the past month has been?" you ask, turning to look at him.
"I dunno, I thought you were just mad at me, taking a break" you huffed.
"You slept with another woman!" you snapped, glaring at him now. "You got her pregnant months before we were supposed to get married... and you expected me to stay?!"
"It was just the once-" he started.
"Did you forget what her psycho boyfriend did when you just happened to be out one night?!" you roared. "That was pretty fucking convenient by the way!"
"He was going to cave my skull in!" Your ex shouted in defence.
"You had sex with his girlfriend!" you hiss, advancing on him.
"It was just the once!" he said again.
"Oh so if I stabbed you in the neck, that would be fine because it's just the once!?" you shout.
"No man that's fucking psycho!" he gasped.
"Get the fuck out... I need to get my stuff and I don't want you following me around..." you growl, pointing at the door.
"Hey, you can't just kick me out of my own place..." he mumbled, looking up at you.
"No but the police can when I let them know how you earn your rent!" you snap, storming off into the flat. After a few minutes, you heard the front door open and close. Finally, you were able to grab your things.
The place was disgusting, all the windows were covered up and half the furniture was missing. You quickly grabbed a few bin bags from under the kitchen sink, avoiding whatever was taped to the pipes and made your way back into your room to collect up the rest of your clothes and belongings.
A few hours later, you had managed to move pretty much everything into your car and was about to grab the last bag on your way out when your phone rang. You didn't recognise the number, but you answered anyway.
"Hello?" you frowned, pressing the phone to your ear.
"Hello (y/n)" a deep voice croaked.
"Who's this?" you asked, sitting down on the sofa.
"Guess..." the voice croaked
"Look, just tell me who this is, I'm not in the mood for games..." you sigh.
"It's the crazed butt stabber, I've killed Mark" the voice chuckled, putting a smile on your face.
"Oh good, he's noisy as hell... now I'll be able to get a decent night sleep" you sigh dramatically. "Thankyou Mr Crazed Butt stabber"
"Hey!" Mark cried on the other end, sending you into a laughing fit. "Am I really that noisy?"
"No, stupid" you giggle
"Are you almost done at your ex's?" he asked.
"Yeah, you called me just in time, I was just on my way out" you smiled.
"Cool, I'm done with filming today, if you want I can grab us some lunch..." you hummed.
"That would be nice" you grinned "I'll be home in a little while"
"Goodbye (y/n)" he croaked again in the voice he had originally called you with.
"Goodbye Mark" you sighed, laughing again as you hung up. Suddenly the front door slammed, startling you a little as your spun round.
"Who the fuck is Mark?!" your ex snapped.
"A friend, why?" you asked, facing him properly.
"I didn't even know we were broken up and you're already with someone else?!" he growled.
"What part of 'he's a friend' do you not get?" you frowned, putting your hands on your hips.
"I think it's time you got out of here" he snapped
"Oh, grew a pair did you?" you ask, sighing a little.
"Get the fuck out (y/n)" he growled.
"whatever..." you sighed, moving towards the door "Have fun when that whore's boyfriend comes to kill you..." you mumble
"What did you say?" he gasped, grabbing your shoulder
"Get the fuck off me, I didn't say anything..." you frown, turning to look at him.
"Bitch if you tell him I still live here!" he shouted.
"Go fuck yourself... it'll teach you not to cheat on people!" you snap, storming out of the apartment, you had just stepped out the door when a hand reached out and grabbed your hair, yanking you back into the flat.
"If you dare tell him where I live... I will kill you" he snarled as you kicked furiously away from him, but he still had a firm grip on your hair.
"Get the fuck off me (h/n)" you scream, managing to kick one of his legs hard enough to make him fall over, letting go of you so you could run out of the apartment, grabbing your bag and climbing into the car. You couldn't get the key in and the doors locked fast enough. You managed to reverse out of the drive just as he came running out of the apartment, throwing an empty bottle at your car.
You were seriously pushing the speed limit as you rushed home.
