my only savior ❧ book one ❧ completed

Chapter Two

A week later, I heard a knock on my door. I unlocked my door and opened it. Mark stood staring down at his shoes and his hands shoved into his white American Eagle hoodie pocket. He looked up and I immediately fell into a trance over his chocolate brown eyes. He smiled, showing a set of perfect white teeth.

"H-Hey." I stuttered and rubbed my arm, a normal thing I do when I'm nervous.

"Hey," He replied. "I wanted to introduce myself. I didn't because last week I was sick."

"Well I'm sorry to hear that," We chuckled. "I'm Tara. Tara Sivan."

"Mark," He smiled. "Mark Fischbach."

We kept a moment of silence as I looked down at my feet. Look up, look up... I heard in my head. I tapped my shoes together and looked into his eyes. They sparkled after each blink and were full of pure passion. I always saw that in him, now I'm seeing it real. Oh my gosh, I'm an idiot.

"Oh," I said. "Do you want to come in? My manners have worn down here in LA."

He laughed and said "Sure" before stepping inside.

"Do you like video games?" I asked, already knowing he did though.

"Yes!" He exclaimed. "Oh uh sorry I mean, yeah I like 'em... Sometimes."

I laughed loudly at his comment.

"Cool." I bit my lip. The deafening silence between us was killing me. "Do you have Garry's Mod?"

"Oh yes," He said. "Want to play?"

"Totally," I said. "I am a comedy master on Sandbox."

"Okay, cool! I'll start a server." He ran out and moments later came back. "What's your Steam name?"

"TigerTara." I said.

It was this moment that I was glad my username was no longer Taraplier. I ran to my computer and almost instantly got a Steam friend request.

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After hours of goofing around and making the weirdest things possible, we finally called it quits. It was currently 12:03 am. I went in my room and changed into my pjs. I decided to brush my teeth in the morning, and I hopped in bed. I pulled the covers up to my face, and snuggled my Tiny Box Tim stuffie (or plushie, I always call them stuffies) to my chest.

I sniffled as I laid sickly in my bed. I held my phone at my legs, and laughed at the four men playing Minecraft.

"Ty!" Sky or Adam exclaimed.

I smiled to myself. This is what I did when he wasn't home. Watch SkyDoesMinecraft's YouTube videos I heard footsteps coming to my room and I quickly hid me and my phone under the covers.

"Little brat." He muttered.

I felt something grab the sheets and pull them away from me. I was exposed to the devil in my life at this moment. He stared down at me with his cold green eyes. Before I could make a move, I felt a sting on my right cheek. He growled and grabbed my hair, pulling me out of the bed. He threw me down on the floor and kicked my arm. I was used to this by now.

"Are you going to do anything?" He yelled. "Anything?"

"No," I whimpered.

"Put up a fight!" He kicked me again. "C'mon Alyssa!"

I laid there, limp and enduring the pain.