🖤Even when the world is ending🖤(Crankiplier)

Chapter fourteen

I shot up in bed, breathing heavily and wincing in pain at the pressure I put on my wound, large beads of sweat formed on my forehead and I whipped them away, I sat up on the bed that was in one of the private rooms at the club

I breathed out a long sigh and set my feet on the cold floor
"Fucking nightmares" I whispered to myself making my way up and to the door, I opened it slowly and walked out, down the hallway past other private rooms
I stopped at Marks door and held my hand up, contemplating knocking, at the last second I backed out stepping away from the door

"So stupid" I said to myself, continuing to walk to the main part of the club
I made my way past the stage glancing at it and recalling the events that happened earlier a small smile spread across my face as I continued  and made my way up to the bar I walked behind it and began looking for a little something to take away all the pains
I wandered across a bottle of straight whiskey and grabbed it, I searched the Cupboards for a cup, after pushing past broken glasses I found a glass that only had a small crack down the side

I set the cup on the counter and sat down on one of the barstools, filling my cup and bringing it to my lips feeling the toxic liquid burn on its way down my throat
I finished my cup and went to pour another when I felt a hand on my arm, stopping me from pouring another round

"Don't" a low voice rang out, letting go of my arm as I set the whisky bottle down

"Why?" I questioned my voice rasping slightly as I turned to Mark with red eyes that were slightly glossed over
He must've noticed the extra shine in my eyes Because his features softened and he took a seat on the barstool right next to me

"Don't...don't give up Ethan, not yet" he spoke softly and quietly looking down at the ground then meeting my eyes

"I want to" I whispered my voice whistling near the end as my lip quivered slightly as more tears began building up in my eyes

"I know.." he spoke with a nod looking out into the club, his eyes lit up with different arrays of purples and pinks as the neon lights reflected off them

I found myself getting lost in his eyes but I brought myself back to reality examining the cup in my hands, swishing the tiny bit of liquid I didn't quite drink around in it, after a few minutes Mark got up and stood next to me he gently took the cup out of my hand and slipped his hand into mine pulling on it slightly

I stood with a small whine and walked with Mark, he still held my hand as we made our way past the stage
Hot tears began slipping down my face as I struggled to keep them in, a sob escaped my lips as we walked Mark not once releasing his grip on my hand

We made it to the private area and Mark opened the door to his room walking us in and closing the door he walked me over to one side of the bed and released my hand I sat down and whipped my tears a choked sob made its way out as I felt the bed dip behind me

A arm snaked around my chest, cautious of my wound, I felt Mark set his chin on my shoulder as he listened to my cries, he rubbed circles on my chest with his thumb and hummed a tune I didn't recognize.
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Oh soft timess for the softest boissss
👁〰️👁

~K