Author Notes: Next one! Fast huh? Two in one day!
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All I Have is You
Chapter 7: Eyes can't see
He knew Roger was coming. It was so quiet he could hear his footsteps coming up the stairs of the apartment. But Mark didn't want to see him. His body hurt, he was embarassed because he'd been seen in such a vunerable state, but the frustrating thing for Mark is that he could do nothing about it. Instead he lay there, curled up on Rogers dusty mattress, scenes from the previous night flashing through his head. The footsteps were now in the loft, coming closer and closer to the door until the sound of the rusty hinges opening reached his ears.
"Mark?" he heard Roger whisper. Mark gave a slight nod, just enough so Roger would know he was awake. He heard Roger sigh in relief.
"You alright?" he asked, walking to the bed and sitting down.
'No now leave me alone please..' he wanted to say, but couldn't bring himself to.
"Mark?" he questioned again, bringing his hand to the smaller mans shoulder, only to pull away when Mark flinched.
"Mark it's me. I'm not gonna hurt you." he said soothingly.
"Don't touch me..." Mark wimpered, curling himself togethter tighter.
Slightly hurt, Roger stood up.
"Fine...just get some rest. I'll be on the couch." and he walked out.
Silence filled the room again, soon the sounds of Roger's guitar filled his ears. He wasn't playing any particualr tune, just stumming the strings a bit, tuning it. Eventually he began playing the ever familiar Mussetta's Waltz, and as the song filled the walls of the loft, Mark drifted off into a deep sleep.
He was running from them now, they wouldn't stop chasing him, despite his cries and pleas. He'd given them everything he had, minus the clothing on his back.
"Stop chasing me...please stop I can't run anymore." he tried to yell but found himself mumbling.
But they wouldn't. And he kept running until he found himself screaming.
"Roger!"
Thunder clapped outside as the cloudy skies outside began to darken and rain began to fall. Roger frowned as his sight darkened.
"Dammit." he mumbled as the power flickered until it finally went out.
"Well fuck..." he said, standing up and picking up the match box from the table. More thunder clapped as he walked around the room lighting the candles that were laid all about the room. He saw lightning strike and figured he'd better check on Mark, seeing as the boy wasn't to fond of storms. But before he could make it to his room though, he heard the loud screaming of his name.
"Roger!"
"Shit." he cursed and ran into his room.
"Mark are you alright!" Bursting through the door he found Mark wide awake and shivering on his bed, looking aboslutley petrified.
"Mark what's wrong?" he ran to the bed and bent down, but Mark scooted away.
"Don't touch me…" he muttered.
"What? Why? It's me! Roger! Mark don't you see me!"
"No get away from me! You're not Roger….y..you aren't him!" Mark had backed up enough to where he'd fallen onto the floor.
"Mark stop this! You're going to hurt yourself more!"
"Stop!" he said, holding out his hands as he stood up.
"G..get away!" his voice cracked, his body couldn't stop shaking.
"Mark…it's me…come on man calm down. Just breathe ok?"
"No!"
Roger took a deep breath and slowly began to step toward him. Marks appearance almost scared him. Besides being too thin, his already beaten body was shaking, covered in sweat that caused his shirt to cling to his tiny frame. It was his eyes that scared Roger. He knew how those blue orbs looked when they looked at him; full of warmth, concern and…love but now they were disorented and full of fear. It scared Roger, because if Mark wasn't looking at him then…who was he looking at?
"Mark please…just try and calm down."
The smaller man shook his head and bolted out of the room, passing Roger so quick he didn't have time to register it.
"Mark!" he shouted, following him. He found him up against the cabinets in the kicthen, curled up into a small ball.
"Mark…" he whispered bending down to him, placing his hands on the shaking mans shoulders.
"Look at me Mark…"
Hesitaint, the blonde lifted his head, his eyes meeting Rogers.
"Mark?"
"…R…roger?" The rocker smiled, relieved.
"Yeah it's me. You're alright." He said soothingly, pressing his hands to Marks face, feeling the tears against his palm.
"Roger they were chasing me, they were trying to hurt me again."
"It's ok shhhh. They're gone, they won't ever hurt you again." Rogers intense green eyes burned into Marks scared blue ones, but this time Mark saw them, he saw the seriousness, the concern and the love. Love? Mark's arms detached from around his legs and slowly crept up to where Roger's hands were on his face.
"They're gone now…" he muttered. "It's you…"
"Yes baby they're gone." Roger said reassuringly.
Mark nodded, as if reassuring himself, then allowed more and more tears to fall.
"C'mere." Roger muttered, pulling the shaking boy to him. Mark's arms instanty went around Rogers waist, his head buried into his chest. Roger fell back, letting his back rest against the other cabinet so that he could hold Mark eaiser.
Minutes later, Marks sobs died down and he passed out from exhaustion. Roger sighed, still on their kitchen floor, staring at his blonde roommate. He could shake off how frightened Mark was, it scared him. Those guys really must have scared him for it to be this bad. Depsite all the horrible things that Mark has seen and experianced, this had to have been one of the worst for him.
"I wish I could take this pain away from you…" Roger muttered as he stared at his friends sleeping face.
'But there's nothing I can do now except take care of you…and that's exactly what I'll do.'
Author Notes: Mmkay, this should hold you off for a bit! Next update will soon! As well as Maureens chapter for My name is. Review!
