A sigh of relief escaped Jen's lips when she looked up to see that the person behind her had been Mark, not Henry. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." he apologized, reaching a hand out to help her stand up again.
Jen paused for a moment before reaching out to take his offered hand and stand back up. Once she was up, Mark's eyes moved to look down at the bottle, "Why are you wandering around in this drunken stupor?"
"Fuck you!" Jen spat back.
Sighing, Mark shook his head, "I guess I thought things were fine and happy with you. I mean… well… according to what I had seen in there."
"..what?" Jen mumbled at first, but Mark had turned his back to her now and began to walk away.
"I'm out of here. Maybe I'll see you again once you've slept everything off." There was such annoyance in Mark's voice. He didn't want to deal with some drunk right now. More important matters were present, like figuring out what to do about Henry.
Jen was FUMING at the fact that Mark had come into the home and spied on them during what occurred, "Who the HELL do you think you are?!" She screamed, whipping the plastic bottle at Mark. It was a successful shot, striking him in the back of his head.
He paused in shock.
"WHAT IN THE HELL GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO WALTZ INTO MY HOME AND-." Jen had begun yelling at him, but tripped and fell forward to the ground.
Displeased with the attack, Mark turned and made his way to her, glaring.
Instead of offering a hand this time, he reached down and grabbed her arm and shirt, lifting her up to her feet but then slamming her back against a tree, holding her there. Jen struggled angrily, "Let go of me!"
But Mark held on tighter, "For your information, I was going to shoot Henry but I didn't because I risked hitting you! So chill the fuck out!" With that, he flung Jen back to the ground and turned to walk away again.
Jen rolled onto her hands and knees, breaking down into tears now, "You should have. You should have gone ahead and killed us both…" Again, Mark paused, "Don't be ridiculous, I couldn't do that."
Looking up at him with teary eyes, Jen shook her head, "You don't know what you really saw back there…" Silent in thought for a moment, Mark then turned back to face her again, "What do you mean?"
Jen hung her head, shaking it and sobbing more.
But Mark wasn't stupid.
It suddenly clicked, what Henry had done to her, "Shit…"
He sighed, feeling sympathetic, and walked back to her again, kneeling down to be eye-level with her, "Hey, I'm sorry..." his voice now soft, "I wish I had known. I could have done more…"
Jen had started to shiver and Mark put his hands gently on her shoulders, "Calm down. I know it's hard to, but you're going to be okay now. You need to come with me. I can't let him hurt you again… please, you can trust me." After slight hesitation, Jen finally nodded, saying nothing.
Helping her up, he then gently put an arm around her to help lead her to his truck. "My truck's not too far away. You can stay at my place. Henry doesn't know where it is." Jen nodded, "I'd like to grab a few things. He's not home. He left after…"
Mark nodded, noticing her uncomfortable pause, "Alright, but I'm coming with you though." She nodded as well.
Once they were inside, Mark followed Jen around as she gathered some belongings and clothes, even helping her put them in a suitcase. "Listen… I'm sorry about how I behaved back there. It was uncalled for, especially after circumstances…" Mark apologized, sounding a bit disappointed in himself. Jen shook her head as she stuffed two shirts into the suitcase, "Don't worry about it. I shouldn't have hit you in the head with that bottle."
Mark grinned, "Well… it was a pretty good shot."
Jen paused, looking up to meet his grin, which then made her laugh, "Well… thanks, I guess." Mark smiled, glad to have made her laugh.
"I think I'm all done." Jen said, closing the suitcase. Mark nodded and grabbed it, carrying it for her as he followed Jen back down the stairs.
They didn't even hear Henry come back into the cabin 2 minutes ago and grab one of the iron bars that sat by the fireplace…