No Way in Hell (MarkiplierXReader)

Chapter 20

I wonder what he's been doing.

Stepping off of the staircase I looked around. I wasn't quite sure which room Mark was in. Looking to my right was an air hockey table, it was right next to a pretty nice couch that sat in front of a huge flat screen. All he has is money to blow. I'm not going to get anywhere in this mansion without Mark's help, as much as I hate even thinking it.

"Mark!" I yelled in the middle of his living room.

"What!" He yelled back.

"Where the hell are you!" I waited a moment for a response, instead of yelling back he walked into the room.

"Here I am, your true love." He batted his eyelashes with a smirk.

"Shut up. What are you doing?" I walked up to him, he didn't say anything. "What are you doing?" I asked louder, still he didn't even move his lips. "What are you doing?" I almost yelled.

"Well what is it? Do you want me to answer or to shut up?"

"First one then the other."

"I'm making myself dinner, in the kitchen." Wanna watch?" He asked me like he would a puppy. I stood there, he is getting on my nerves but I need to hold back. I'm stuck here for the night, might as well try to get 'along'. Mark turned to return to the kitchen as I followed behind.

"What are you making?"

"What do you care?" He replied as he pushed the kitchen door open.

"I would like to know what I'm going to eat." I asked in my 'obviously' tone. I sat in one of the chairs at the round little kitchen table.

"Well, that depends on what you want to eat. Like I said, this is for ME." He turned to the stove and started stirring something in a pot.

"What am I supposed to eat?"

"Do you need hearing aids?" He turned his head to look back at me, before returning to his pot. "I said, whatever you want to eat."

"What if I want pizza?"

"Do you know how to make pizza?"

"No."

"Then you can't have pizza."

"What?" I gave a half laugh. "Why can't we just order a pizza?"

"The streets are flooded genius." He chuckled.

"What do you have?" I asked.

"Food, used to make more food."

"What can I have?"

"Whatever you can make." A ding sounded and he moved to check on the oven. I could bearly cook.

"That's unfair." I commented.

"What is?"

"I can't even make toast without burning it!" I fell back into my chair.

"Then have burnt toast." He didn't even laugh when he said that, he was too busy making an awesomely delicious meal. I just assume he was a good cooker otherwise he would order something, flood or not.

"Fine." I walked up to his fancy black fridge. The left side had an ice despenser. I grabbed the handle to the left side and opened it, the freezer. I should probably look in the other side.

Wait.

"So I can make whatever you have?" I asked.

"Yeah, I don't care."

"Cool." I mentally laughed at my joke as I reached for a box of popsicles.

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"So." Mark spoke. We had sat on opposite sides of his giant dinning room table.

"Yeah?" I mumbled eating my popsicles.

"Popsicles?" He judged. I took the popsicle out of my mouth.

"Ramen and hot pockets?" I judged back.

"Yes, they are delicious." He smirked.

"Good for you." I continued to eat my cold dinner. We sat in silence, just eating our college grade meals.

"So-"

"Why do you want to talk?" I interrupted him.

"It isn't often I get to eat dinner with someone who wants to fuck me almost as much as I want to fuck them." He took another bite of his ramen.

"What are you talking about? Don't you always eat dinner with your hand?"

"Of course I do, I'm talking about you silly." He gave a quick smirk before looking back down at his food.

"Couldn't be." I kept myself from looking up, I don't want to catch a glance of him.

"Why's that?"

"I don't even like you as a friend."

"You don't need to." He gave a quiet laugh.

"Would you just stop?" I looked him in the eye. I looked back at me, his face held an evil grin knowing that I had become pissed off.

"I'd rather not." He finally replied. We looked into each other's eyes, he looked serious.

"I'd rather you did." I raised my voice a bit.

"Wow an opinion? Me too!" He smirked.

"Yeah, the difference is mine matters."

"Is it because you're a girl? Because that's sexist." He leaned into the table.

"No, it's because you just sit on your lazy ass and try to pay for a fucking opinion and I work my ass off to get one!"

"As a stripper."

"Good night." I stood up forcing my wooden chair to slid back and make a loud scraping sound. I grabbed the empty popsicle box off the table as I walked through the kitchen door. Dropping the box into the trash I didn't stop and I wasn't going to until I was in my bed for tonight.

"6:45!" I could hear Mark yell.

"NIGHT!"

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I had been sitting in the dark for maybe an hour. I wasn't completely sure. I wasn't tired and it wasn't because of the time. When something's on my mind, I just can't sleep.

Yes, I am a stripper. Like I fucking chose this? I'm too young for the good jobs and I still need to pay for my own fucking house. My work is none of his business. I hate him. I hate him so much. I can't wait for tomorrow, even if it's still flooded I will fucking walk. I can't stay here.

I can't!

I fucking can't!

God strikes him down and I'll give you $150 I can't take this!

A knock at my door shifted my attention.

"FUCK OFF!" I yelled from the bed.

"Y/n," I heard his voice through the door. His voice didn't sound the same, he sounded, sympathetic. "Can I come in?" He didn't sound amused like he usually did.

What do I do?

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