Don't - Mark Tuan Fanfic (Third Book for 'Can't')

14 - Going Crazy

I stare at them at the balcony from the doorway of the room I was brought in earlier and I feel my chest hurting. It's not from the scar I have, but a pain that's coming from deeper inside me. I shouldn't be feeling this. I already broke up with him. I did that. So, why does it still hurt? Why does it still bother me when I see Sandra in Mark's arms?

I look away and am about to go back inside before they could see me, but, the boy standing at the top of the stairs, smirking, takes my attention.

"What?" I furrow my brows at John.

"Jealous?" He smirks some more and slowly makes his way towards me.

"Fuck off, John!" I glare at him before turning around. Before I could slam the door at him, he's already beside me, holding the door to prevent me from closing it. "What do you want?"

He invites himself inside and throws himself on the bed, stretching his arms as he lays and takes up all the space. "So?" He looks up at me. "When are we going to plan our escape out of here?"

"What?" I exclaim in disbelief.

"You know." He shrugs his shoulders and lays on his side, hugging the pillow that he pulled from above his head. "Before we end up ..." he moves his thumb across his throat.

"You can go anytime, John. You know that. Nobody's stopping you from leaving." I sigh, sitting on the chair beside the window. "Why are you here, anyway? Why'd you come?" I look back at him, starting to get suspicious all over again.

For a moment there, I thought I saw a serious, maybe even scared, expression on his face. But, that's just for a very short moment. He goes back to smirking. "Honestly?" He gets up and walk towards the door. "It's the only way for me to get to stay with you."

"Wha ...."

But, he's already out the door.

What the heck is that boy talking about? Is he into me? Shit! Is he crazy or something? Even if he likes me, coming with me is dangerous. He knows that.

I lay back on the bed and it's still a bit warm. My leg hits something hard and I get up to look what it is.

There's a small black plastic bottle that found it's way under the pillow that John was just holding earlier. He must've dropped it. I pick it up and, in my curiosity, opened it and looked inside because there's no label on the outside.

I swallow hard at what I see. I put the lid back on, licking my lips, then open it again.

Should I?

But, Mark would definitely get mad at me.

Mark ....

I furrow my brows.

He's not here. He's busy flirting with that girl in the veranda anyway. John wouldn't mind if I just take one, would he? I can pay him if he asks.

With my fingers shaking, I tilt the bottle and let a pill fall on my palm.

Just one.

Last one.

____

"Hey, Cris."

I jump in surprise when Sandra speaks. I didn't even hear her come in the kitchen. The bucket of ice cream I'm holding makes a loud thud when it falls on the kitchen floor, making an echo in the quiet house. It's the middle of the night and everyone's asleep, except the guys on duty who are outside, guarding the house.

We all need to get going early in the morning. I just heard from the men talking earlier after dinner about Mark and I getting on a plane to somewhere in the morning. He didn't actually tell me himself ... Well, I guess he was busy with Sandra. In fact, we haven't spoken since we came back from the hotel. I didn't tell him about the call. He asked ... everyone asked ... but I pretended to be asleep just so they won't talk to me.