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Or any other upcoming characters.
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Mark woke up and Raven wasn't right in his arms. He stretched and rubbed his eyes. He stood up and went into the guest room. He turned on the light and there was no sign of Raven. He, then, went into his and Michelle's room. Michelle was lying there, wearing nothing but her silky red lingerie. "Hi, big boy," she purred. ".She?" he asked sternly. "Who-Oh! You mean, Raven? I dunno," she shrugged. "Michelle, this is NO time for fucking games!" "Relax, Mark, she's-" Just then Mark heard a loud scream. He rushed down the steps to see Raven smiling. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Where's Michelle? I wanna thank her! I got a job at the tattoo shop!" "Really? Doing what?" Designing tattoos. This is too awesome!" "I didn't know you could draw," he said, surprised. "Well, I sort of picked up the talent when I was being a loner." Michelle walked down the stairs, tying up her robe. She smiled warmly. "I take it as you got the job." "Thank you so much, Michelle. Well, I'm gonna go to sleep. I'm kind of tired." She said, walking past them. "Oh!" Michelle said, stopping her, "Don't forget we're going shopping tomorrow." "Okay," Raven said.
When Mark heard the bedroom door close, he looked over at Michelle. He gave her a curious look. "What's this for?" "Well, I kind of felt bad for what I said. I just want to make it up. I shouldn't have been so rude. I shouldn't have been inconsiderate. Mark, I'm sorry," she said. "It's okay, baby," he said kissing her forehead.
The next day, Michelle and Raven was in the car. It was an awkward silence. Michelle cleared her throat. "So, tell me about yourself, Raven." "Well, I sort of like to keep to myself. I like dark colors-like grey and black. I absolutely hate skirts, dresses, and shorts that goes to my mid-thigh. I love tattoos. I have 5 of 'em." "Really? Where?" "One on my shoulder, another on my lower back, another on my stomach, and the last one behind my ear." "Cool, what are they." "On my shoulder it says Bad-ass. On my lower back, it's a raven, on my stomach is a bloody rose, and behind my ear says 'No Evil'." "Oh wow! I'm too chickened to get any tattoos. Did they hurt?" "When your used to pain-like me, then no. They don't hurt." "Oh. Well, we're here," she said parking in the parking lot.
They went into a lot of stores. Michelle has never seen so much dull colors in her life! All of Raven's clothes were black or grey-nothing else! "Why do you like black and grey so much? They're such... dull colors." "I dunno. Since Caroline took me from Mark, my life's been pretty dull. I was diagnose with depression. I couldn't eat, sleep, nothing. All the other colors were just too happy. So I turned to black and grey." Michelle was silent. "Michelle, why are you helping me? You don't even want me here." "I feel guilty about saying that. I was only thinking of myself. I judged you before giving you a chance." "I'll say," Raven agreed. "Are you hungry?" Michelle asked. "Starving." "Well, come on. I know this great pizza place. Mark took me there on our first date."
Raven and Michelle were sitting in the pizza place, laughing. Michelle was telling her about her and Mark's first date. "Are you serious?" Raven laughed, almost choking. "Yes! He spilled the soda all on me. He was so nervous!" "What happened after that?" "I begged him to take me home. I was soaked and sticky. Yuck! Any ways," she said taking a sip of her water, "He took me home. He tried to kiss me good night, but I turned him down." "Oh my gosh! What did you tell him?" "I told him, I'm sorry, I'm not ready for this. I went into the house after that." "So what made you give him another chance?" "Well, he was really sweet. Minus all the clumsiness, I liked him." "Aww!" Raven said. They finished eating their pizza and left.
When Raven and Michelle got home, the police was at the house. Michelle jumped out the car and ran towards the house. "Hey! You can't go near there," a policemen yelled. "This is my damn house! I demand to know what the hell is going on!" "Someone broke in. It looks bad. Thank God a neighbor called and reported it." Raven and Michelle went inside the house. It was pretty messy. Pictures were thrown everywhere. Glass was broken. Michelle ran upstairs. Clothes were thrown every where. Raven slowly went up the steps. She went into the guest room. She looked on the wall. Spray painted in red, the words read, "I'm coming for you, Raven!" She had an blank expression on her face. She walked into Michelle's room, who was on the phone with Mark.
"I told you she was going to cause trouble. For crying out loud, Mark, someone broke into our damn house! No, I will not calm down! Mark, you listen to me: If you won't kick her out, I will! I don't care if she's your fucking daughter! She's going to get one of us killed. Okay, bye!" she said. Raven turned away and went back to the guest room. She sat down on the bed and stared at the wall. Michelle walked in the room and gasped. "Oh my gosh! Raven I-" "Don't fucking talk to me, you two-faced bitch! You want me out of here! It's not my damn fault some fucking psycho is chasing after me! If I fucking die, it's because your an inconsiderate bitch and because Mark's a pussy for listening to you! Don't fucking worry, I'm gone! Thanks, Michelle!" she said, standing up. Michelle reached out to grab Raven's arm. Raven turned around and punched Michelle in the mouth. She stumbled back and fell on the ground. She held her eye and started crying. "Don'.," she said, walking out the house.
Mark came home as soon as work was over with. Michelle was curled on the couch, watching TV and holding an ice-pack on her left eye. "What the hell happened to you?" he asked. "Raven hit me," was all she said. "What the hell did you-where is she? Raven!" he yelled up the steps. "She's gone, Mark. She cursed me out, punched me, and left." "What did you say to her?" "Nothing, she just started yelling. I guess she over-heard me talking to you about her." "You guess! I'm going to go find her!" Michelle knew she wasn't going to win the argument, so she let Mark go.
He drove around for two hours. He couldn't find her. So he went to park and decided to clear his head. He was going to sit on his favorite bench. He saw someone sitting there. Then he realized it was Raven. "You know, I used to come here, to think. When ever your mother was mad at me, I sat on this exact bench." "Mark, I don't belong here. I don't know why I even tried to get help from you." "Hey, I'm going to protect you. Whether Michelle likes it or not. Your my child. Now, let's go home," he said, picking her up.
When they arrived home, Michelle was still on the couch. She rolled her eyes at Mark. "I hired five maids to clean up this place. They'll be here tomorrow." "Who will be here with them?" Mark asked. "I will, since you and... Raven will be at work." "I'm going to bed. Thanks, Mark," Raven said, walking upstairs. "Really, Mark? You went against me and still got her!" "LOOK MICHELLE, THAT'S MY FUCKING DAUGHTER. GET IT? MY DAUGHTER! I WON'T HAVE HER IN THE FUCKING STREETS FOR HER TO DIE! I WILL PROTECT HER! IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE! I WON'T LET YOU TRY TO KICK OUT MY DAUGHTER! I WON'T LET YOU MAKE HER FEEL LIKE SHE'S A THREAT IN THIS HOUSE! TREAT HER WITH SOME DAMN RESPECT! YOU HAVE ONE MORE FUCKING STRIKE MICHELLE OR YOU AND I," he said motioning to him and her , "ARE THROUGH! GOOD FUCKING NIGHT!" He said, walking upstairs into the guest room. He knocked on the door softly, before walking in. He laid on the floor and went to sleep.
That morning, Raven was up and dressed. She wore a black tank top, black baggy shorts, and grey sneakers. Her hair was in a ponytail and draped over her shoulder. "Do you ever wear you hair down?" Mark asked. "Nah, it's not my thing. Are you gonna drive me to work?" "Sure, let me get ready and we'll head out." 10 minutes later, Mark was ready. He wore a white button up, black slacks, and black dress shoes. His hair was also in a ponytail. He put on black shades. "You look nice," Raven said. "Thanks, darling," he said, "Ready to go?" "Yup!" They got into the car and drove to the tattoo shop. The manager, Jeff Hardy told Raven to go in the back and talk to his brother, Matt. Mark sat out front and talked to Jeff for a while. "Listen, keep your eyes on her! Look out for her, man," he said. "I got you, Mark. Matt and I won't let her out of out sight. You know you can trust us." "I know, but-" "Mark, how long have we known each other?" "10 years." "Exactly, 10 years. Have I ever let you down before?" "No." "Then okay, there's nothing to be worried about. Now, off you go. Come back around five to get her." "Okay," Mark said, leaving the shop.
Matt and Raven came out from the back, laughing. "Raven, you are amazing!" "Well, I try!" she blushed. "Raven, I've heard so much about you. How have you been?" Jeff asked. "I'm better, now that Mark's going to protect me." "You look just like Caroline," he said. "You knew her?" "Yeah! Caroline was like my best friend. We were practically brother and sister. How is she?" "She's dead. Her boyfriend killed her." "Oh no." "Well," Matt said, changing the subject, "I love your tattoos Raven." "Thanks. So when does the shop open up?" "It's open now. It just runs slow on Monday mornings. Oh, I think we have our first customer now," Jeff said. The guy came in wearing a black hoodie. It covered his eyes and part of his face. "Hello, sir, may I help you?" Raven asked. He took off his hoodie and revealed his face. "Yes, Raven you can help me."