Crankiplier

The Dinner

{Mark's POV}

I woke up to several missed calls from Ethan, 4 to be exact, along with about 10 or more texts. I texted him to see what was wrong.

Blue Boi

Mark
Please pick up
Mark please
It's serious
Mark
Mark
Help!
Mark!!
SOS
Please!!

Ethan what's wrong?
I was asleep sorry...

It's not important
sorry for wasting
your time...

Ethan you sent several
alarming messages, what
happened?

You'll probably find
out when we next film

Speaking of, wanna
rec today?

Sure what time?

6-7pm

See ya then Markimoo!

You too BB

I set down my phone and went to clean up, get ready, shower, stuff like that. I started cooking a quick meal as I had gotten bored waiting and had finished recording my video and had to wait for Lixian to finish.
     Around 6:30 pm I heard a gently knock on my door. I served the food on plates as it had been perfect timing.
     I opened the door and saw Ethan with a black eye, cut on his lip and on his cheek. I wrapped Ethan into a hug.
     "Oh Ethan... I'm so sorry..." I whispered. We pulled out of our hug and he shut the door behind himself.
     "It's fine, Mark, you were asleep," he smiled weakly at me.
     "I made us some food, by the way," I showed him the two plates on the table.
     "Aw, Marky! That's so sweet!" He giggled happily.
     "And over dinner, I do have to tell you something," I smiled, very nervous about how he would take it.
     We sat down and began to eat our food. It was a homemade lasagna, and I had tried it multiple times before from both recipes on the internet, tutorials on the internet and cook books and it was my best by far.
     "Mark, this is delicious!" He complimented. I stared into his greeny-bluey eyes, leaning closer slightly. "So, what did you wanna tell me?" He asked. I gulped and sat up straight. I put my fork down and took a deep breath in.
     "Well, you see... the thing is... so, um, basically... I like you," I stuttered finally mumbling the words.
     "You like me as what?" He asked calmly.
     "As a crush, Ethan..." I made eye contact for a second or two before looking to the side.
     "Mark, look at me," he said in a sweet tone. I turned my attention and focus to him. He leant in closer, as did I. We both kept moving in until... there was a harsh knock at my door. I felt my chest hurt a little but sighed and got up. I walked to the door an opened it. There were 2 men and a women standing in my doorway, all standing in a row.
     The one to the left was tall and skinny. He wore glasses, a beanie and wore dirty, ripped clothes, as if he couldn't afford any. He was black.
     The girl on the right wore a dress and black leather jacket. She had ginger hair and brown eyes. She had freckles that could barely be seen through her foundation. She stood, crossing her arms and leaning on one leg. Her clothes were also ripped and dirty, in fact all of them did.
     And finally the middle guy, the leader of the group by assumption. He was more buff than the others and stood tall above the others. He had a scar on his left cheek and was bald. They were all equipped with guns.
     "Can I help you?" I asked, fearful or getting robbed by these supposedly homeless people.
     "Yes, we are here for Ethan Nestor," the middle guy explained.
     "Ethan, there are people here for you!" I yelled, not keeping my eyes off of them. He stood by my side and I could sense his fear.
     "You ready to go, sweetheart?" The women asked. He shook his head.

Warning: beating up talk, rape talk and homophobic slir.

     "No, I'm good, I think I'll just stay here for tonight, guys. Thanks anyway," he explained.
     "It weren't a question, faggot!" The left guy yelled. Ethan backed away. I stood in front of him.
     "Good day, sirs and madam," I quickly shut the door and locked it. I heard continuous banging on the door.
     Ethan and I hid in the bathroom silently. We called the police and huddled close in the locked room. The police were on their way in half an hour.
     "Ethan, who are those guys?" I asked. He sighed and looked down.
     "Those are the people that beat me up. The women, Sheila, she gave me the cut on my lip and cheek. The black guy, he gave me the black eye..." He explained.
     "And the other guy?" I asked. I was not prepared for the answer.
     "Billy, he... he raped me..." He explained. He began to cry quietly and I held him close.
     "Ethan, I... I am so sorry..." I hugged him close to my chest. We heard sirens outside of the house. We both let out a sigh of relief. We got up and unlocked the door. By the time we got outside they had already been arrested and in the back of the police car. I walked up to the officers.
     "Thank you officers so much, have a great night," I thanked before Ethan and I went inside and sat back down.
     "Thanks for dinner," he smiled and put his plate in the sink, I soon finished mine and put it on top of Ethan's.
     "Of course, and er, Ethan, can we talk about before?" I asked as we sat on my couch. He nodded.

WARNING: TALKING ABOUT RAPE

     "The rape incident or us?" He asked.
     "Let's talk about the rape incident first," I suggested. He nodded in agreement.
     "Well, he forced me to blow him and he fucked me," he explained, not putting it that lightly.
     "I am so sorry, Ethan... have you though about therapy or something like that?" I asked. He nodded.
     "Yeah, I'd like to give it a shot," he explained. We continued our conversation for about 5-10 more minutes after that.
     "Well, erm, now can we talk about us?" I asked. He nodded.
     "Mark, I like you too, as a crush that is, so would you like to go out for dinner sometime?" He asked. I couldn't help myself from smiling like a doofus and bit my lip to try and help it. I nodded.
     "That sound great," I hugged him.

(A/N): I think this is a pretty good place to leave it. I know there was quite a bit of sad stuffs in this and I apologize about that, I hope you took the warnings and didn't force yourself to read something that would trigger you. Thank you for reading y'all! Have a good one!

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