Alright so my computers been broken so I haven't been able to update any of my stories which you have no clue how much that pissed me off plus I've had a lot to do so even if it did work there probably wouldn't be much more then there is. But continuing on with the story...

And Abby is Irish (born) so she does have an accent if you can imagine it and put it to the words it might help.

CHAPTER 2: A Hold on the Bleeding.

The sight of the strongest woman he knew falling apart in his arms affected mark more then he ever could have imagined. Then again he never would have imagined she would do this to herself. A thought occurred to him as he was lifting her limp body up in his arms and carrying her over to the couch, ultimately resting her in his lap. Any other day the sight of her tears would have made him happy. Seeing what her pain caused her to do changed all that though. Now her felt helpless and afraid for her, of what she would have accomplished if he hadn't decided he wanted to be an ass to her one more time before the show ended. By this point he had her blood all over his arms and shirt, and it just kept coming.

"Let me look at em darlin." He said in a serious yet comforting and calming tone. She held out her left arm for him to see as he assessed the depth and damage the cuts she had made caused. "They're pretty deep hunny." He winced at a particular one a little too close to her wrist for comfort. "I'm gonna go get some stuff to bandage them. Okay?"

"Kay" she said in a weak voice. Mark went into the bathroom to be greeted by the sight of more of her blood and the razorblade sitting in the sink. He took a deep breath and began rummaging the cabinets for first aid supplies, all the while hoping she would be okay and wondering when it had started to matter to him whether she was or not. He didn't have much time to think because she was still sitting in there bleeding and he had to stop it. He had to make her feel better and in that moment he decided that he'd do anything to make that happen. He went back to her with all the things and bent down in front of her, taking her left arm in his hands and setting it across his strong thighs so he could clean and bandage them. He looked up and saw her face. She was expressionless and her eyes seemed far away, like she was looking right through him. He finished what he was doing and just stared at her. When she didn't come out of it he got worried and tried to get her attention.

"Hey." He said softly." Hey, come back to me darlin." Her eyes slowly began to focus. "Hey where were you just now?"

"Hell." she replied.

"What?"

"Nothing, don't worry about it." She looked down at her arm still resting in his hands. "Thanks". Green eyes met.

"Your welcome darlin." Their voices were just above whispers as their gaze held each others. She was barely aware of his hand on her cheek, brushing her fiery hair away from her face. "Don't think I ever realized how beautiful you really are."

She frowned. "I'm not."

"Yes you are. Don't you realize that?"

She laughed sarcastically. "Who are you kidding mark? What the hell kinda game are you playing? Suddenly you care about what the fuck happens to me. Suddenly it matters what your words do to me or what I do to myself for that matter. You think I'm beautiful mark? I think you're a fucking liar. I know what I am mark, it's quite obvious to me. You want to know what made me do this but I don't think you could handle it. You think I'm beautiful but I'm really not. I never will be. So why don't you just leave ok. Nothing you can say or do is going to change anything. It's too late for it to matter anyways. "

"No." He grabbed her face with both hands and made her look into his eyes. "No I won't leave and I won't let you hurt yourself anymore. I don't care about what you did or what happened to you in the past. Its not gonna change anything. You're beautiful to me. It's never too late to feel Abigail; you just have to let yourself. "He still didn't understand what he was doing or why. For two years he had hated and verbally attacked this girl and now he felt like something was different. He had an overwhelming urge to kiss her. Her red lips against her pale skin, full tempting lips that could say dirtier things to him then most men had the guts to say to him. It took him till then to realize that the woman who wasn't afraid of him, the one he'd been waiting for, had been right in front of him in the form of an enemy. "You don't think you're beautiful but you have no idea how bad I wanna kiss ya right now." He said in a whisper still holding her face as he looked up from her lips to her bright green eyes that matched the intensity of his.

"Don't play with fire mark. Trust me I'm not worth it."

"Why do you insist on doing this to yourself?" He was getting sick of her saying these things about herself no matter what he said. "Why do you think so little of yourself?"

"Because it's what I was told."

"I didn't mean those things."

"I'm not talking about you."

"Then who?"

"It doesn't matter Mark. It's true, okay? I've got too many problems and too many scars for you to ever be able to handle, and you shouldn't have to. Lets just stick to you being a prick to me and everything won't get complicated."

"Is that really what you want darling? You want me to be mean to you? You want me to try and cause you as much pain as possible?" he was visibly angry as he stood and began pacing. His voice rising with every word he spoke." Is that what you want cause if it is then hell, maybe I should just beat you." Her breath caught but he didn't notice. "Yeah you want me to hurt you and cause you pain then the best way is to beat the shit outta ya right? Don't you agree Abby?" He looked down and saw something in her face that he couldn't identify. Her evasiveness towards him was adding fuel to the fire and his control over his temper was lessening rapidly. "Answer me damn it!" He grabbed her arms' pulling her off the couch, and slammed her into the wall forcefully. He didn't realize what he was doing until he felt her trembling violently against his body and saw her eyes closed tightly and lips quivering as a single tear slowly ran down her face. "Shit, Abby?" He pulled her into his chest. "I'm sorry baby I didn't mean it, it won't happen again."

"That's what they all say. And you believe they'll change until you wind up in the hospital." She was so scared and it made him ashamed to think that he had made her feel this way.

"Shit. No, I wouldn't. I'm sorry baby, its okay. Calm down." He held her against his body and gently kissed her face repeatedly, telling her he was sorry with each kiss. He pulled back a little and looked into her eyes to make sure she'd believe him. "I won't ever hurt you again, I promise. He pulled her to him and sat down on the couch, placing her in his lap. "Jesus darling, what are ya doing to me? One minute I hate ya the next I'm worried then I wanna kiss ya then I'm angry and now I feel like the biggest dick in the world. I'm so sorry. I would never hurt you okay? I hate myself for making you feel that way but I felt rejected and I have a short fuse. I don't know how to make it better, just tell me how to make it better baby." She looked at his face and for the first time saw the honesty and genuine care that was reflected through his eyes, His beautiful green eyes that captured her.

Alright that's all for now. Its my birthday and im gonna go have fun with my man so I'll see ya'll later. And again im sorry it took so long but my computer was a complete ass and an even bigger pain in the ass to pay to get fixed. Piece of shit. Lol. Sorry I have a bad swearing habit if you didn't notice. I will update soon hopefully.