*Phoebe's Point of View*
When Mark and Chris orbed into the room I started to sense fear from Mark. It wasn't the normal fear of meeting to boyfriend's family, but something darker. I had to see if he would talk to me, but I wanted to get him alone.
"Mark, may I speak with you in the hall?" I asked as gently as I could.
"Uhh, sure," Mark said stuttering slightly.
I walked into the conservatory with Mark following me shaking slightly. Sighing I didn't want Mark to be afraid of me, but I guess that's what happens when you live by yourself for so long.
"Mark, when you came in with Chris I felt a wave of fears from you and not the normal 'I'm meeting the family' fear," I said my voice still soft.
"Do you really want to know why I'm scared?" he asked looking at me.
"Yes," I said sitting in a chair.
"I'm afraid Chris is going to leave me."
"Why would Chris do that?"
"Because I won't do anything with him; I barely kiss him."
"Why don't you?"
"Because when I do I keep seeing my father molesting me!"
I was quiet at first from what Mark had said to me, but I quickly pulled him into a hug as he started to cry. I started to rub his back in hopes that it would calm him down enough for me to get Chris. It was then that I realized that Chris might not know.
"Does Chris already know Mark?" I asked my hand still rubbing his back.
"Yes, but he'll leave me soon," Mark said pulling away from me. "I'm too broken for anyone to love."
"No you're not," I said shaking my head, "Chris would never leave you because of something that happened in your past."
"I don't want to bring him down with me."
"You won't, but you have to let him in slightly."
A sigh came from Mark's lips as he stopped fighting me. Looking at me I saw that he was smiling. The tears that were falling had stopped and he was looking at his hands.
"I think we should go back so they don't think I killed you," I said laughing slightly.