You are so unsure of what to say, your body starting to tremble. You turn your head to the side as the tears start to well up in your eyes. He doesn’t seem to notice as the phone vibrates again. He lets out a ‘tch’ and pins your arms with his knees, reaching over and grabbing the phone once again.

Marks POV

Why is this happening? The words keep coming out, I can’t control myself. I look down at her and I start to feel a mix of disappointment in myself, and disgust, both towards myself and her. Why her?

“Why?!” I ask angrily, partly to myself, partly to her.

She turns her face away, I feel her start to tremble but something inside me starts to feel aggravated. I move my knees to pin her arms so I can freely move my arms.

I grab the phone once more, unlocking it once again and going to the message from ‘Elena’.

‘How are things with Mark going?-<3 Elle’

Did she tell her friend about me? I go to the next one.

‘I’m sorry, I told your mom. She wants to talk to you. So does your father. I’m sorry-<3 Elle’

I brush aside that message as I go to the older ones.

‘Sorry about the other day, I shouldn’t have said anything-< Elle’

‘Say something-<3 Elle’, ‘Hello?-<3 Elle’, ‘How did you screw up?-<3 Elle’, ‘You got to see him record? What do you mean? What happened?-<3 Elle’

‘You can trust me! I won’t say anything-<3 Elle’, ‘OMG, MARKIPLIER?!?!-<3 Elle’

With my curiosity peaked, I go to the sent messages, starting with the older ones.

There’s a picture message.

I open it and look at it, scanning every detail, looking at the date it was sent; sometime last week. I go through the rest of the messages, which contain words hinting, but not clearly stating.

I don’t… or do I… remember?

A few bits of memories flash in my mind and I look down to her once more.

Your POV

You were still trembling as you look back up to him, his face a mix of confusion as he flicks through your phone. You try to move your arms, but they started to go numb. He looks down to you and your eyes lock for a while.

“I… “ he reaches his hand out and brushes aside some of your hair, “why do I remember your crying face?”

He sets down your phone and gets off of you, sitting down beside you on the floor.

“Whatever I did,” he looks away, his voice wavering, “I’m sorry.”

You sit up, wiping the tears from your eyes before he could see them. You hesitate before reaching out to him and gripping his hand.

“It’s okay… “

He looks back to you, his eyes holding back tears of their own. You look down and sigh, removing a thick bracelet from your wrist, revealing rope burn.

“I think… we need to talk.”