I Care {Darkiplier}

(Chapter 8)

Before heading out to the restaurant, you both decided to stop at Mark's place to drop off Chica. You gazed up at the house, your eyes widening in slight surprise. The home seemed pretty luxurious.

"Woah! This looks like something out of a magazine cover. You famous or something?" You joked, this place seemed on the high end of things.

Mark fumbled with the key as he spoke, "Perhaps..That is a story for another day, though." He dodged the question, no straight answer. He finally unlocked the door and with that, immediately entered his residence. He unhooked the leash with ease and gave the furry friend some pats before moving to you. "Before we go I need to make a quick call, so someone can watch her whilst I'm gone, so feel free to make yourself comfortable. I'll be in the other room," He uses his thumb to point over his shoulder, "If you need me."

You nod in confirmation. He grins at your answer before stepping out of the room. You decide to look around the room. It seems like this was the living room. Simple yet nice furniture decorated the room. A couch, coffee table, flatscreen tv and what looked to be a video game console connected to it. You hum to yourself before plopping on the couch, a little bewildered when you bounce a bit from the landing. As you wait, you bring out your phone, shooting a quick message to your friend, letting them know you're safe and well.

Y - Hey! Just letting you know we're alright. You doing okay?

As you type away, you hear Mark's voice through the wall, though slightly muffled. It seemed agitated. You only heard bits and pieces.

"Look...Favor......I......They.....Important....last-minute....Fine"
Your eyebrows knitted together.
What?

You crane your head toward the entryway to the other room, but are interrupted when your phone vibrates and softly rings out a notification sound.

BF - Glad you're okay. I'm doing fine, enjoying peace and quiet. :P

As you start to type out a response, you try to listen for intelligible words.

"Trust...Me......Look......Sorry...I........shouldn't.......Lashed.....Out......Rude.."

Weird..

You send the message before deciding to stay away from the convo happening in the other room. You didn't want to create conflict or anything. Not that you were doing so. You mess around on your phone, going through social media, certain reading websites, the usual. It wasn't until a bit later when Mark was finally done. He slips his phone into the shorts he was wearing.

"Hey (Y/N), Sorry for how long that took. Everything should be all situated"

You dismiss his apology, you didn't seem to mind.

"Okay. You ready to go?"

You nod for what seems like the thousandth time, before leaving the home with him. The ride to the restaurant was okay, you both took an uber. You step out and into the place, Mark holding both the car and dining establishment door. Your time there was swell. It was better that Mark was great company. Near the end of the evening, you felt the urge to use the restroom.

"Hey, I'll be right back. I gotta use the bathroom."

"Alright, be safe." He shared half-jokingly.

You shake your head as you maneuver past tables and waiters. You finally make it to the bathroom in one piece, knocking on the door before opening it, wanting to make sure it was unoccupied. Upon hearing nothing to confirm nobody was in the room, you open the door. You feel a shiver slink down your spine as you notice the pitch black room...similar to the void. You immediately go for the lightswitch, fortunately it being right next to the door, on the wall besides the entrance. You turn to close the door and press the button on the handle to lock it. You do your business before going to wash your hands. You hesitate before turning on the faucet, eyeing your reflection in the mirror. You observed your features and the wall behind you, making sure nothing was behind you. You huff, casting down your glare as you scrub your hands.