Unforgiving (Markiplier fanfic)

Part 5: At his house

I opened my eyes, I swung my feet on the side of the bed. I sighed, but I quickly noticed that I was sleeping in Marks bed. I quickly fell back, spreading my arms around the sides, being the weirdo I am; I just wanted to enjoy the comfort of his bed. I sat up, taking a deep breath in, finally getting up from the mans bed. I looked around, it was like a dream, he had posters, a computer of course, he had a wooden floor in the bedroom, and so many cool things. I sighed opening his door, leading to the hallway. I went in his bathroom and rinsed my mouth. I looked at the mirror, I saw the bruises I had on my face, one on my nose, my lip, and cheek. Doesn't sound bad, but believe me, it's bad. I quietly walked down the stairs, surprisingly his stairs were kinda not noisy. My stairs are noisy as hell "Oh hey," I said, seeing Mark laying down on his couch watching TV. He quickly got up "Hey," he said, "You okay?" He asked walking up to me. "Yeah," I mumbled "N--Nice place." I muttered. "Thanks. Want something to eat, drink?" "Yeah.. sure." I smiled at him, he walked over to the kitchen. Markiplier... Making breakfast for ME?! I went crazy in my head, I sighed, thinking of what could happen next, get married, have children-- hold up. No fangirl has ever gotten the boy of their dreams, has there? I sighed once again, I sat down on his couch, so comfy. "Here." He said, coming out of the kitchen with pancakes. Omg what if I eat too loud? He handed me the plate of pancakes. "Thank you," I said, he sat next to me. I got tense, "So," he began "Lets talk about this cyber bully thing... Sure you don't know this asshole?" He asked, turning a little to me. He looked at me, I looked at him back "Uh," I shook my head and looked down at the pancakes. He sighed.
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"You sure you wanna leave?" He asked resting his hand on the door nob. I nodded, "I already invaded your space, made you sleep on the couch... So.." I said, feeling sad Im leaving but I do have to go home. "Okay, you take care of yourself." He said, I walked outside and turned around "Thanks Mark.. For everything. Really." I thanked him. He smiled and said "Don't worry about it." He winked.

- At Home

"SHIT!" I screamed, seeing my house almost all destroyed, also splattered with red orange black, green, yellow paint. What am I gonna do?! I got out my phone and dialed 911, they're the only people who can help me for now I guess.