Chapter 6

•Y/N•

Finally, a man who cares! A man who I can trust to talk about my problems here. A man who I feel safe with. Although me and him aren't really together or probably not even close to having a chance to getting together. But it feels like it's something I deserve after all these years of horror and dreams and toxic relationships. Even if I'm not dating Mark. I'm actually safe and I feel like I trust someone. Mark is one of the kindest if not the only kindest man on this earth. He knows how to make you smile when you feel down. He makes you laugh when you want to cry. He's everything.

I love him.

I was sitting in the living room watching Marks new video. I had my headphones in and and kept laughing, giggling, and face slapping with sighs. Mark comes into the living room from the kitchen. "What are you giggling about?" Mark asked. I stopped the video and looked at him. "Huh?" I said. Mark laughed at me. "I asked what you were laughing about. You were giggling and laughing for like 10 minutes straight." I laughed and slightly blushed a little. "I uhh was watching your new video you posted." "Oh, well, I'm glad it's cheering you up!" I shut off my phone and laid on the couch. I put my phone on my stomach and took out my headphones. "So I was thinking," Mark said while sitting on the other end of the couch lifting my legs and laying them on his lap. I tried hard to not blush but it was difficult too. "Hmm?" I let out. "Maybe you should move in with me. Just in case if Quill ever tries to do something." My eyes lit up. "So you're asking a fan, who was just dumped and punched in the face and is most likely fangirling over you every time they talk to you to stay at your house? Or even live with you?" Mark just laughed at my comment, "nooooo, I wouldn't be asking a fannn thatttt! Well duh!! You're a good friend of mine now and I feel to protect a friend in need. So that what I'm trying to do." He looked at me and smiled. I looked at him and gave him the face of awe, "awww Mark, I would love too!!" I put my hand over my heart.

I was so excited. "Let's go grab your stuff now!!" Mark said jumping up and pumping himself up. I giggles and face palmed. What a goofball!

I get up and get ready. Me and Mark went and got boxes for packing up a house. I decided to sell my furniture that I had on Facebook. It took us two days to get everything packed and put into Marks house. And for the furniture. Well, that went within 12 hours. I was shocked to be honest. Anyways, Mark and I had gone to put my boxes inside my room when we heard pounding on the door. Me and him looked at each other confused.

"What the hell? Who's banging on my door like that?" Mark asked. We both go to the door and Mark opens it.

Mark gets pushed down to the ground and gets handcuffed. "MR. FISCHBACH YOU'RE UNDER ARREST!" One of the police officers yelled. "Wha- What's going on?" I said stepping back a bit. "You were filed as missing and kidnapped Miss L/N," The other policeman said grabbing my arm to take me to the police station. "B-but I wasn't kidnapped... Or missing!" I started to cry as i look back at Mark. He looks at me with fear in his eyes. "I swear I didn't Kidnap her!! She's living with me!" Mark looks at the police officer that was holding onto him. "Yeah, yeah whatever you say Fischbach" I started to cry as they put him in the cop car. Who did this? Was it Quill? I Started to cry. "It's going to be ok L/N Your husband will make sure you're safe!" the officer said. "I- I don't have a husband. Mark is my boyfriend and no one else. Please let him go! He didn't do anything wrong." "Ma'am, if you just shut up and you let us figure this out then he will be possibly let out." I start to cry more.

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We have arrived at the police station, and I see Quill standing there. He looked like he was trying to look worried, but he doesn't. I know what his worried face looks like, and that isn't it. The police officer helped me out of the car and took me to Quill. "Thank you, Officer! Definitely deserve some donuts!" Quill smiles and starts to hold my hand, but I pulled my hand away before he could. Me and Quill walked to his car, and he opens the door for me. I give him an angry glare. He started to look madder. I just wanted to punch him in the face. I never wanted to do that more to a man than ever.

When he got in the car He spoke, "I can' believe they arrested him," He laughs. "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! I fucking hate you!! You are a manipulative asshole who deserves to be in hell!!!" I said as I spat in his face. "Woah there hun!" "DON'T YOU CALL ME THAT!!" I spoke. "Let me out..." I asked. "No, not if you're going to treat me like that." "I don't care how I treat you. I don't want to be held captive by someone who is obsessed with me! I don't love you; I don't want to be with you, and I don't know why you're doing that to me AFTER you broke up with me. Specifically at Marks tour. Are you jealous?" He snorts, "Yes, was that to easy?" He said. "UGH! I'm so disgusted right now. Just let me out!" "No-" Quills phone rang. He picked it up and answered. "This is Quill speaking" "Hi Quill, this is officer Jones speaking. We need to have you come back in for reinvestigation." "Oh, Ok yeah of course!" Quill said.

Quill got out and went to the door of the police station. He turned around and seen me still in the car. He waves me to go with him. I rolled my eyes and I get out of the car and go in with him. I should've just ran. That would've been smart.

When we got in Officer Jones looked at me. "Ahh, good! I'll pull Y/N in to talk to first." I gave him a small smile.

Officer Jones and I went into this scary room. He pulled out a metal chair for me and I sat down on it. He then went in from of the table that was in the middle of the room. "So, tell me, what is your relationship with Quill?" I took a deep breath and started to speak, "H-he's my Ex-boyfriend." "May I ask how you broke up?" He looked at me Inventively. "He broke up with me at Mark's tour. We haven't gotten in the building yet, but we were in the line waiting to get in. So, when he broke up with me in that line, he also asked for the tickets back." "And how did you meet Mark?" " I ran away from Quill, I pushed away from everyone, and Mark came out of nowhere and just calmed me down. So, then he took me backstage, and I was on stage with him. He took me home with him, so I wasn't home. I was only with him for a few days before I decided- or we decided I just move in with him."

The officer stops leaning on the table. He nods and doesn't say a word as he steps out. About ten minutes later Officer Jones comes back in. "Well, Miss L/N..."