Princess Alexus: Hiya, I'm back!

Amber: Hello :3

Princess: OK yes. I did make you shy but you will eventually start to build confidence :) also, there probably won't be much teasing. I'm gonna make this like a 5 chapter story so yeah :/ sorry

Amber: Oh I can't wait! Let's read! XD

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You stared at the hand Mark grabbed and gently rubbed your fingers across your palm, there was also a scar across your palm. You closed your hand and put both hands into the pockets of your hoodie. Mark looked over to you and said, "Hey."

You glanced at him and he quickly continued, "Can you remove your hoodie cap? I wanna see your face if your gonna be staying with me." He chuckled after that.

You looked over to the window and said back, "N-no."

He glanced over to you and asked playfully, "Why?"

You pulled your knees up to your chest and hugged them and stayed quiet for a few seconds then spoke, "I don't have such a pretty face."

Mark said back, "I'm sure you're a very beautiful young lady." Then looked back at the road.

You sighed to yourself then turned your head to him. He looked over as you slowly pulled your hoodie from around your head showing your (eye color) eyes, (hair color) hair and bruised face. Your cheeks were red and you had a bruise under your right eye with your face showing nothing but sadness.

Mark stared for a few seconds the looked back at the road while saying, "(Y/n).."

You felt a pinch in your heart as you pulled the hoodie back over your head saying, "I know. I know. I'm ugly! There is no need to say it! I've heard it plenty of times!" Tears began to prick your eyes then fall onto your cheek.

"What? No! You are very beautiful, (Y/n)." Mark assured to you.

You sniffed and pulled you hoodie down further on your head and said back, "You're only saying that."

He sighed and looked over to you and said, "No I'm not. I'm being honest. Why do you think your ugly?"

You looked at your scarred hand and said softly, "Everyone else thinks so."

"Yeah well I'm not everyone else." Mark stated. You glanced over to him and he continued, "And I think you are beautiful." You smiled and blushed, looking down at your feet.

Mark glanced back at you and said, "Here, let me help you." He reached over and pulled the hoodie off your head showing a flustered face and nervous smile as you slightly tilted your head up to look at him.

He smiled and said, "Ahh that's better." He earned a giggle from you as he said that. His smile widen as he heard your cute laugh but that bruise made him concerned. It was dark by the time you two got to your destination.

Mark then pulled up to a big building and parked his car in the parking lot. You opened the car door and looked at your surroundings. You noticed Mark walking towards the building, fumbling with his keys. You followed behind him, walking up a flight of stairs then walked down a hallway. You stopped at a door with the number '123' and Mark stuck his key into the lock and unlocked the door. He opened it and stepped aside, letting you walk in first.

You walked past him and into the apartment and looked around. It seemed nice, a living room and kitchen that connected. You noticed two doors next to each other, you decided to not worry about wondering what those doors lead to. You took off your shoes and walked on the carpet floor to the couch then sat down carefully not to hurt your tail bone again. He walked over to the two doors and pointed at the left door, "Bathroom." He pointed at the door next to it, "My room. Where you will be sleeping." He opened the door and walked in. You stood up and walked towards the room, you peeked in and saw him picking up his sprawled clothes and game cases.

You walked in and bent over and grabbed a game case, you saw many zombies on the cover and shuttered. You picked up another and saw ghost on the cover of that one.

You looked over to Mark and said, "You play video games?"

He looked over to you and said, "Oh yeah, I play a good few."

You looked around and found another game case but the cover was laying on the floor. You reached out to grab it, your hand was touch by another. Mark's hand was placed on top of yours. You slightly flinched and looked over to Mark, his lingering touch that you wanted you finally got but it ended after a few seconds. His cheeks turned to a light shade of pink as he looked back at you, he slightly pulled his hand away and apologized, "Uh sorry."

You snapped back to reality and picked up the case and said, "Oh no no! I-its fine." You handed him the case as your face turned red.

You looked at the floor as he took the case out of your hand with his goofy smile. That smile gave you butterflies, he was just so charming.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when Mark called you, "Hey (Y/n)." You looked over to him and said, "Hm?" He looked over to you and said, "You sleep in here, k? I'll sleep on the couch."

You stepped closer and said as he shoved his stuff into his closet, "You don't have to, I can sleep there. Trust me, I'm used to it." He shut his closet then looked at you with a smile, he said back, "No I can sleep on the couch. You are my guest, I must be polite and a gentleman."

You stared at him and begged, "Please Mark. Just let me sleep on the couch."

He chuckled and said, "Nope."

You pouted and crossed your arms. He let out a hearty laugh as he walked to his bed and grabbed on of his extra blankets and pillow. He grabbed a green blanket and pillow and walked out the room until you stopped him, "Mark, wait."

He stopped and turned to you. You fumbled with your thumbs and said, "T-thank you." Your blush beginning to return. He smiled and nodded, "You're welcome, (Y/n). Good night."

"Good night." You responded then he shut the door. You heard his foot steps as he walked off, you then sighed. You grabbed the bottom of your black hoodie and pulled it over your head then taking it off and tossing it on the bed. You walked over to Mark's bed and laid down, you laid your head down on the pillow and pulled the blanket over your body. You closed your eyes and slowly drifted into sleep.

Your eyes shot open and you leaned up, looking around the room. You sighed in relief, you just had a dream you went back to your dad and he had cut you many times before stabbing you. You pushed the blanket off your body and looked at your arms, you still had bruises and cuts. You pushed your feet off the bed then stood up. You walked over to Mark's full body mirror and stared at your bruised and cut arms. You pulled your hand up to the bruise on your face and gently touched it. You instantly pulled it away with a hiss, you looked down at your feet then unbuttoned your pants and pushed them down your legs. The sight of yourself in a white tank top, panties and covered with scars disgusted you.

You walked closer to the mirror, using your right hand to rub your left arm. You looked closely to find any spot of beauty but you saw nothing. You felt hot tears prick the corners of your eyes but you let them fall. You looked up and down but you thought you looked hideous. Nothing but a mistake made by the pleasure of sex. You felt even worse about yourself thinking you were a mistake. You weren't supposed to be here. You weren't pretty. You were ugly. You weren't worth a good man. You were trash. Just nothing. Your dad hates you, your mom is gone, sluts think you were ugly, boys called you a weirdo, girls pushed you around and you lost your virginity to your dads drunk friend.

You squeezed on your arms and squinted your eyes as more tears began to form and fall. You hated yourself and so did everyone else. You are just dirt to this world, something for everyone to step on and kick. You continued to stare at yourself, your eyes came up to your face. You walked closer to the mirror and looked closer, staring into your own eyes. The sound of your fathers voice saying you looked like your mother rang in your head.

You walked away from the mirror to the bedroom door. You slightly opened the door making a creek noise, you peeked out and saw Mark passed out on the couch. You walked out the room and sneaked in the kitchen, you looked back to make sure he was still sleeping. Yep, still asleep. You looked around inside some of the drawers until you finally found what you were looking for. A knife.

You faced the counter and placed your hand down on it. You took the knife and slid it across the back of your hand. You squeezed your eyes shut and cried with out sobbing.

Mark's eyes began to flutter open. He was awoken by the sound of someone rustling through his silverware. He raked his fingers through his hair then leaned up with a yawn. He turned his attention to the kitchen and saw you with your back turned. He opened his eyes all the way then stood up, he quietly walked into the kitchen and stood behind you until he finally decided to speak.

"(Y/n)?" He said. You froze but then turned to face him as he said, "What are you-?" He trailed off after he saw the knife. He looked down at your arms and saw the bruised and cuts. He gently grabbed your shoulder making you face him all the way. The sight horrified him, your body bruised and cut. Not to mention the fresh cut with blood on your arm.

"What the hell are you doing!?" He shouted making you flinch and cry even more.

"I-its because I-i'm ugly." You sobbed to him.

Mark's face was full of rage, you already knew what was coming so you closed you eyes and waited for the impact. You then squeaked as he wrapped his arms around you. You stood frozen but after a second, you said, "W-what are you doing?"

He continued to hold you and spoke, "I'm hugging you."

You just stood there, your heart pounding against your rib cage. You asked, "A-aren't you gonna h-hit me?"

His eyes opened as he pulled away from you, he stared into your eyes and said, "Why in this fucking world would I hit you?"

When he let go of you, your shoulders slouched back down. You looked at your arms then down your body as tears came back and streamed down your rosy cheeks. You looked up to him and said, "Look at me! I'm hideous! I'm nothing! Just trash needed to be thrown away!"

Mark placed his hands on your cheeks, making you look at him. He stared into your watery eyes, he used his thumbs to wipe your tears and said, "You are not ugly. You are beautiful. There is nothing ugly about you. You know what I see?"

You sniffed and said, "W-what?"

He let go of your face and said, "I see two shining (eye color) eyes staring into mine, I see delicate cheeks that are turning red," he chuckled at that, "I see a cute nose," he tapped the tip of your nose, earning a giggle from you, "And a soft pair of lips." That statement made your heart beat increase.

You instantly remembered what Irish told you about teasing a man. You placed your hands on his chest and said with a soft voice, "Mark."

He shivered at the sound of his name emerging from your lips. You felt his shiver then smiled to yourself, he responded back, "Y-yes?" You pushed your chest against his and whispered, "I'm ready." You slowly leaned towards him and he leaned back and forced out, "W-what are you ready for?"

You stood on your tippy toes, your lips a few inches away. He closed his eyes waiting for something to happen, after a few seconds, he didn't feel your presences anymore. He opened his eyes and saw you walking towards his room, you stopped and looked back to him. Mark's face showed a mixture of confusion and surprise as you said, "Oh, I was saying I'm ready to go to bed. Thank you for the compliments."

You turned back around with a satisfied smile and walked into the room, shutting the door behind you. You left Mark in the kitchen trying to process what just happened, "No problem." He said then stumbled to the couch and fell face first onto the pillow. He turned over on his back and placed his right hand on his stomach, thinking to himself, 'Does she cut herself? Why? What caused those bruises? ... What was that little trick she pulled?' He smirked and blushed slightly, thinking about you teasing him.

Mark sighed quietly, trying to keep his cool and not get a hard on. His eyelids started to become heavy as he yawned, grabbing the blanket and pulling it up over his body. He snuggled up to his pillow and exhaled through his nose, slowly falling asleep.

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Princess Alexus: Oh god O_O ...

Amber: Wtf? O.o

Princess Alexus: I don't regret this chapter! X3

Amber: Come back for the next one! :D