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Chapter 8 - Chapter Eight

"Oh." Jake watched as your face sank, the color completely draining from it. You said nothing else, just shuffled out of his room and went into yours.

You closed the door quietly behind you, crawling into bed without the will to even get changed. Maybe if you slept, you'd feel better in the morning.

You didn't.

Over the next few weeks, It was like depression had fully taken over you. You looked in the mirror and saw a shell of the person you used to be. The bags under your eyes were heavy, your face was pale, hair was matted. You looked sick, and honestly you felt sick. You still couldn't get over the fact that he had said that about you. You'd never hurt this much over some man before and you hated yourself for letting him have this kind of effect on you but at this point you didn't know how to get out of it.

You hadn't charged your phone in weeks, not that you'd answer if anyone called or texted anyways. Hayden and Jessie tried to see you, but you wouldn't even roll over to say hi. Instead you hid under your covers and silently wept until they left.

And Jake. He tried to get you to eat anything, drink anything but you wouldn't. You had no interest in fueling your body. Until it had been just over a month and Jessie and Hayden had enough. They busted into your room as you stared at yourself in the mirror.

"Shower time!" Jessie yells.

Hayden marches past you, turning on your shower before throwing you over his shoulder and sitting you in the tub fully clothed, despite your weak protests.

"Why!" You yell out as Jessie takes your hair from its bun. She sits with you, washing your hair, rinsing it, conditioning it and rinsing it again.

She helps you brush your teeth before helping you into clean, dry clothes. And then she sits with you, brushing out your hair as you listen to her talk. A lot of what she was saying were things you knew were true and things you had told yourself, but it was different hearing it from someone else. A few hours later, she had fully brushed out your hair, took your hand and took you downstairs to make you something to eat. Luckily Hayden was already finishing up making some of your favorite food. You hadn't realized how hungry you actually were until you smelt it. Your stomach growled as your mouth drooled. You sat down, eating, talking and finally smiling for the first time in a while.

Everyday after that Jessie and Hayden were over and everyday you were becoming yourself a little bit more and more. You were finally starting to move on, and move forward. It felt good, you were feeling good. You still missed Mark, and you honestly weren't sure if you would ever stop.

A few weeks later, you decided to meet up with Chris for coffee. He had you laughing until your stomach hurt, and it felt so fucking good to be out again and feel like yourself again, especially with someone who was genuinely interested in you and being with you. He had asked you out again that night, wanting to take you for dinner and out of drinks after. You accepted, excited for the night. You walked down the street after your coffee, telling Chris you had wanted to do a little window shopping before going home. Of course he offered to go with you but you politely declined, wanting to be alone and take your time. As you're walking down the street, you're looking at a beautiful silver ring in the window. You sigh before you continue walking, accidentally bumping into someone.

You look up and your breath hitches. It was the last person you had expected to see out.

"Mark." You whisper. He was thin, thinner than usual. The bags under his eyes looked almost exactly how yours had, along with his sunken face.

"Y/N." He responds, staring at you, looking you up and down. "You look good." He half smiles.

"You should have seen me a few weeks ago. I was a mess after you left.. after you said that shit about me." You half yell, remembering you were in public.

"What?" He asks. "What stuff did I say?"

"Don't play dumb, Mark. I was just another notch on your belt. Just Jake's little sister. A game." You say.

"Who said I said that about you? I never fucking said that."

"Jake. He was telling me to stop talking to you because you didn't want to talk to me." You explain.

"That motherfucker." Mark snaps. "Don't go home for a while, unless you wanna see your brother's ass beat." He yells, storming off. You follow him, sliding into the passenger seat of his car.

"I deserve to know what's going on." You deadpan, buckling your belt. Good thing you did, because you and Mark managed to get to your house in record time.

"JAKE FUCKING HALL." Mark screams, storming into the house.

Jake jumps up off the couch, looking absolutely fucking terrified.

"What are you doing here?" He asks, looking between Mark and you.

"I happened to run into Y/N on the street, where she started screaming at me about why I would say such shitty things about her. She doesn't know, does she?" Mark yells, pointing to you. "She doesn't know you told me that I had to choose between staying friends with you, or being with the one that I fucking fell in love with."

"You did what?" You whisper, staring at your brother.

Jake stands there, his eyes darting between you and Mark, unable to utter a sentence, not even a word. Turns out Jake would do whatever he could to keep you apart.

"Y/N.. you have to listen to me." Jake panics. "I was only trying to do what was best for you."

"What was best for me? So me being so depressed I couldn't shower, brush my teeth, or even fucking eat was the best for me?" You scream. "Why do you get to choose who I love and who I want to be with?"

"He's my fucking best friend! I didn't want things to change between us, or me and you. And I knew they would. Not to mention I think there's better guys out there for you." Jake says, glancing at Mark.

"Your reasoning for ruining him and me was because you didn't want to lose your best friend? Are you fucking kidding me!? How selfish are you!? I can't.. I can't even look at you right now." You whisper.

"Why would you tell her? Fuck sakes." Jake yells at Mark.

"Are you serious?" Mark gasps. "You told her I said some awful shit and you're mad at me for telling her that you made me choose?"

"It was for her own good! And yours! Neither of you would have been happy with each other!" Jake screams.

"How do you know!? Huh, how do you know!? I've never felt so fucking safe and content with anyone, except when I was with Y/N. She made me feel like I could do anything..like I could be anything. You have no fucking idea how much better I felt about my shitty life when I was with her. And YOU took that away from me!" Mark screams back. "You ruined me! You ruined her! So fuck you!"

"Fuck you too!" Jake yells. "What does it matter now anyways, huh? You gonna abandon Maya and your fucking baby to be with my sister now? Huh?" Jake yells.

You stand there, shock flowing through your body, your mouth hanging down as you stare at Mark with tears in your eyes.

"Fuck." Mark screams. He lunges for Jake, tackling him to the ground. You can barely even process what was happening in this very moment. You were too stuck on Maya and baby.

A baby.

He was having a baby?