Shortly after I made the call, and a couple minutes of waiting, I received a text from Mark stating that he had arrived. I knew there was going to be no way I was going to be able to just leave through the front door without my father throwing a fit, so I had no choice but to climb out of my window. Hiking my bag up from off my bedside, and throwing it over my shoulder I hastily made my way from my bed to the window, and opened it ever so slightly. Just big enough for my body to get through.

After doing so, I scaled the window ledge, and managed to find a nearby drain pipe next to my window in which I used like a latter. Cautiously, one foot behind the next I made my way down and once I hit the ground, I scurried to the front of the house to see that Mark had parked down the street a bit, I suppose that way so no one would see him. So happy to see freedom within my grasp, I made my way down to his car and got in as fast as I could.

I really just couldn't stand to be at this house right now, and sure I felt somewhat guilty but, I'm an adult and there was no way I was going to let my asshole father thing he can control me. As Mark drove away from the house, I buckled my seatbelt and brought my knees up to my face. I could barely speak, the overwhelming emotions of both bitter, and anger consumed me making it near difficult to breath. The feeling was almost impossible to describe.

"What happened? Everything seemed fine when I left!" Mark asks me, occasionally glancing at me while concentrating on the road. "Just drive." I croaked, the obvious restraint showing in my voice. I knew if I tried to explain it now, I'd become a tearful mess. I just wanted to get to his place so that I could cuddle up to him, and have a good cry. Luckily, the drive wasn't too long. It was dark out, and traffic was light, and before I even realized it, we had arrived at his place in no time.

Immediately, upon entering I kicked my shoes off, and made my way into the living room, taking a seat on the couch in a slump. As per usual Mark found his way into the kitchen, to set down his keys on the counter like he always does. Also like it was a routine. I let out a sigh as of relief observing the change in surroundings because I knew so like as I was here, that I was safe. I mean, It's not like I wasn't safe before, but I feel safer with Mark. I have been ever since I fell in love with him. I remember that moment outside of the school like it was yesterday. Of course, thinking about all of this made me feel even worse.

The house was silent for the first few minutes after arriving. Mark did his own thing in the kitchen, and left me alone with nothing but my thoughts. Eventually, Mark came back from the kitchen with 2 mugs in his hands. He placed one down in front of me on the coffee table and, then walked around the couch to sit beside me and place his own drink down.

"It's tea," he started, gently rubbing my back "it'll help you relax."--"Did you spike it?" I joked, trying to lighten my depressing mood. Mark responded with a bit of a chuckle and lightly shook his head."So...what happened after I left?" I sat there in silence, picking my mug up to take a small sip of my still steaming hot tea. I had to take a moment to plan out how I could confess what happened and still get the full story across to him.

'It's not like I can just be like Oh hey, Mark! My parents actually despise you! Anyways, how's your sex life?' I didn't exactly know how I could explain it to him. I was somewhat at a loss for words, on how I could put it gently. So, I just came out with it.

"They don't like you, Mark..." I muttered quietly, making a desperate attempt to stop myself from breaking down. "More specifically, dad doesn't..." --"What do you mean they don't like me?" I meant exactly that, I couldn't explain it to him any other way. I'm sure it wasn't that they didn't like him as a person, dad just didn't like us ... together. I know he's an old-fashioned and over protective father, I get that but I just didn't necessarily agree with it.

"As soon as you left, dad kept going on and on about how you're 'too old for me' and some other stupid shit!" At this point, I unfortunately allowed myself to become angry over the situation. I found it hard to try and remember the last time I had ever been this angry, and in truth I couldn't remember a time. All I wanted was to be with Mark, and if I had to fight for it-- I'd do it without question.

So overwhelmed with my own thoughts and emotions, I could barely make sense of it all. I curled my legs up into my chest, and hugged my knees and quickly began to tear. "As soon as you fucking leave, he's was just like 'no I forbid it!' This lead to a huge argument between him and I which ended in him basically demanding either I break up with you, or move out. So, that's what I did. I left. Like what the fuck!? They just fucking pretended to--"

Mark silenced my rant by leaning in, and planting a deep, passionate kiss. Somehow, this calmed me down almost instantly. I really didn't like showing off my anger, so I was glad that he shut me up when he did. He pulled away slowly and gazed into my eyes. The look of fire and love from his beautiful eyes, made me feel more at peace. "(Y/N)...I don't care about what your parents think."--"B-but they said--"

"I know what they said. I understand completely. I'm just thinking that maybe this is a sign."--"A sign? What?" I stared deep into his eyes as if he held the secret to the universe. Like he had something that I so desperately wanted, and at that moment all I wanted was him-- us "Well..y'know...we've been together for several months now. Why don't you move in with me?" My heart was sent racing at that very suggestion, My eyes widened at his offer.

'Move in with him?' I knew recently, I had been thinking about getting my own place, and for gods sake, I love this man oh so much. This all seemed to be falling perfectly into place. Like this was meant to happen. "M-move in with you?" I stutter, chewing on my lower lip a bit.

"Yes", he softly muttered as he reached for my hands and held them tight."I've almost lost you once, there's no way I'm losing you again. I love you, (Y/N), and I want you to feel safe and comfortable. I know this might be happening too fast, so maybe you won't necessarily move in, but you can at least stay here for as long as you want."

After hearing his offer, I pounced onto him and threw my arms around his neck, resting my head on his shoulder. "Thank you! Thank you," I cried out. The sound of my voice was muffled by his shoulder, but I knew he heard me. He chuckled a bit and wrapped his own arms around me, still rubbing my back. He pecked my cheek lightly as he held me in this loving embrace. I was way smaller than him, so I could pretty much perfectly fit around his much more muscular body.

I straddled his lap a bit more and kept my arms around his neck with my face in his shoulder. This affectionate moment has completely calmed me down to the point where I was able to forget about everything that had happened. All I cared about and wanted was this exact moment in time. Forever. Right now my parents weren't important. The only thing that mattered was Mark and I. "Our tea is gonna get cold, y'know." Mark spoke in my ear. I giggled and shook my head.

"I don't care. I'm loving this moment." --"Why?" I found it rather peculiar that he ever felt a need to ask why. Why else would I. He played hero, and rescued me when I needed him most. I loved just being with him, and knowing I now get to live my hearts deepest desires as to spend all the time in the world with him, a daily thing... well I was over the moon. "I'm an affectionate person."-- "You're adorable.."

I pulled away from his shoulder and pecked his lips once, which he happily returned with a slightly bigger kiss. This cute little moment went on for a while until, once again, I found myself on my own back with him on top of me, pinning me to the sofa. 'Oh dear, this always happens.'

"Y'know..." Mark begins, planting another loving kiss on my lips. "We've had sex a lot, haven't we?" --"Y-yeah.." I bite my lower lip, looking up at him innocently. "We haven't exactly made love yet..." He was right though, we hadn't. Any time we had done 'it,' it was always so rough and hostile. We both liked it this way, but I was curious to see where this was going.

"Don't you see it as the same thing?"--"Not really. It's more intimate. It's still rough sex, but it's..." Mark chuckles slightly and shrugs. "I don't know how to explain it"-- "Don't explain it then. Just show me, sir." And with that, he lifted me up by my back and made sure my legs were wrapped around his waist before taking me through the kitchen and down the hallway. As I snuggled into is warm embrace, I couldn't help but wonder what he had in store this time.

------Chapter Collaboration by both authors... Although 90% credit to Ally