(h/n) = his name
And things went on like there wasn't a care in the world. Work even seemed easier now that you had a nice home and a wonderful friend to greet you every day.
The rest of your furniture arrived, which gave Mark more excuses to stay at yours until the early hours of the morning. And when you finally got paid for that month, the two of you went out and bought a TV so you didn't have to watch movies on your small laptop screen.
You were also able to hook up your Xbox and get back to gaming until you fell asleep on your couch.
On your lazy days, you were often woken by Mark hammering on your bedroom wall, getting you to come round and have breakfast.
Everything seemed to be going perfectly for once in your life... until one afternoon you were on your own, Mark was away for the day with his friend, filming something. You had just gotten out of the shower and wrapped a towel around you when there was a knock at your front door. You weren't expecting anyone so you looked through the peephole, but you couldn't see anyone. You wondered if it was Mark playing a game with you so you opened your door a little and peered down the hall towards Mark's apartment, but you couldn't see anything. Suddenly something grabbed you from the other side of your door and pushed you back into your apartment. You stumble back, managing to fall to the ground without hurting yourself, but you were grabbed again and pinned to the floor. You were finally face to face with whoever had attacked you, but they were wearing a mask.
"Get the fuck off me!" you scream, kicking as hard as you could, but he had you trapped, one hand holding your wrists above your head, the other reaching into his pocket for something. You tried again to throw him off, but your body seemed to seize when he pulled out a knife, holding the blade to your neck.
"I told you... that I would kill you if you told him where I lived..." a familiar voice snarled, pressing the blade a little harder.
"(h/n)?" you whimper, looking up into his eyes. "I didn't say anything, I swear..."
"Don't lie to me bitch!" He hissed, pulling the knife away so he could grab your hair, slamming your head into the ground beneath you. "Not only did he find me... but the police found me as well... they found what I was growing... I'm not going to prison!"
"I didn't tell anyone (h/n)! Please, you've got to believe me!" you gasped, still trying to fight against him. You realized that you couldn't get him off this way, your best bet was to try and scream to alert your neighbors.
"Shut up!" your ex snarled, slamming your head back against the floor again. "You keep screaming like that and I'm going to have to slit that pretty throat of yours!" But you were too scared at this point, you just continued to scream and thrash beneath him. He slammed your head back once more, harder this time, to the point where things started going hazy, your throat felt like it was closing up and your body felt heavy, but you had to keep fighting. You gave out one last scream before everything slipped into darkness. There were a few muffled noises before you fully passed out, but you couldn't make them out anymore."Shut up!" your ex snarled, slamming your head back against the floor again. "You keep screaming like that and I'm going to have to slit that pretty throat of yours!" But you were too scared at this point, you just continued to scream and thrash beneath him. He slammed your head back once more, harder this time, to the point where things started going hazy, your throat felt like it was closing up and your body felt heavy, but you had to keep fighting. You gave out one last scream before everything slipped into darkness. There was a few muffled noises before you fully passed out, but you couldn't make them out anymore.
