A Different Darkiplier. A Markiplier fanfiction.

Complicated |Ch.20|

Uh yea, so it's been a couple of days since I've seen Mark now. I'm.. Not that worried. No, yea I'm very worried. I mean, I know he can take care of himself and all but I still worry about him. I don't want anything bad to happen to him. I don't know what I would do.

I've been going to work everyday. It's been the same routine for the past week. Wake up, go to work, go home, eat dinner, go to sleep. That's it. Yea it's pretty boring.

I've hoped that Mark would at least stop by my work to see me but he hasn't. I haven't stopped by his house either because I honestly don't know if he would even be home or not. And what if he doesn't want to see me? I don't know, just things like that have kept me from going.

It's Thursday today and I'm just counting down the final minutes until I can leave work. 8:58...8:59....9:00. Finally mother of god this felt like the longest day ever. I quickly gather up my belongings from the back room and lock up the store and make my way across the vast parking lot to my car. I come up to my car and turn the back corner of it while looking down to get my keys out of my purse to get into the drivers seat when I run into a figure on accident. My keys fall out of my hands and onto the rough black pavement.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I-I wasn't looking.." I say while grabbing my keys. I stand back up and lift my head to look to see who I ran into.

"Oh..it's you." I would be more excited to see him but I just feel so distant from him now, almost like when we first met.

He lowered his head slightly. "I..thought you would be more excited to see me." He said somewhat disappointed in my lack of enthusiasm.

Is he serious right now? He's just going to show up and expect me not to care that I haven't seen him for the past week or so? "I am, I'm just- I don't..know what to say. I haven't seen you in days, Mark." I said slightly raising my hands up in frustration.

"I know Cara, I know" he said while reaching for my hand but I flinched away. Mark looked at me with hurt eyes. "Care please don't"

"How do you expect me to act Mark? I have no idea where the hell you've been and you expect me just to act like it didn't happen?" I couldn't help but raise my voice at him.

"I told you why I haven't been around as much." He said in a deep voice I haven't heard in awhile.

"Mark, if you want to protect me so badly, shouldn't you be near me? You're little logic you've got goin' on there isn't making a whole lot of sense to me." I said poking his chest with my finger. He swiftly grabbed my hand and twisted it slightly, holding it by my side. I couldn't help but wince at the pain that inflicted in my wrist.

Mark slowly and intimidatingly inched his face closer to mine. "Don't tell me what I should and shouldn't do." His grip got tighter with every word that ran out of his mouth.

"M-Mark stop, let go of me!" I said trying to yank my hand free of his grip. I finally managed to wriggle my hand out. I held it with my other hand and backed away from the man whom I love, seemingly change back to the way I met him. His usually soft brown eyes were a dark brown and didn't hesitate to stay locked on mine. His features softened ever so slightly at my need to get away from him. I stood there searching for what was going through his head, but he was more hard to read now than ever.

I didn't dare move from my unwavering distance between us.
"Look, I-I don't know what's been up lately but I'm sick and tired of it Mark. Ever since we went to that fucking warehouse everything has been different and I hate it. I can't stand it. I don't know where you've been for the past week and I have been so worried about you-"

"I can take care of mysel-"

"Stop talking! Just stop and listen to me! I don't care if you can take care of yourself. I want to take care of you. You take care of me, do you not think I want to do the same for you? Because I do. I don't care about your shitty "acquaintances" you have. I don't care about them anymore. I want you to be near me, I need you to be with me. I-I miss you, no matter how upset I am with you right now. You're getting so caught up in whatever they're doing that you're starting to return to the way I met you. Grabbing me, hurting me, yelling at me. I-I don't like that Mark. I like my semi-sweet intimidating-when-he-needs-to-be Mark. Please don't be this way anymore."