Picking Up the Pieces (Markiplier x reader)

Chapter 52

"When did you get here?" He asked as I fumbled with my blanket just to get up. Once I did, I threw the blanket to the side, patted down my shirt and stood up straight.

"Just a few minutes ago." I replied, and he nodded slightly. We stood there in silence. I don't know if I'm supposed to hug him or something, because in my current situation with him, I don't think he wants me near him.

"Anyways," Wade said to break the awkward silence before entering the living room and sitting beside his girlfriend. The other three boys did the same. "Welcome back home (Y/N)." He said, and I took my seat again. Weirdly, instead to taking a seat beside me, Mark sat down on the ground beside Signe.

"Thank you." I replied, a little half-heartedly since I see what Mark was going for: ignoring me completely. I slumped down in my seat, brung my blanket to my shoulders and sighed, disappointed in myself. Now I have to live with these consequences. The consequences of not having Mark anymore.

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There was real thick tension in the air, and it was suffocating me and probably the others. We stayed there in silence, not even chuckling at the funniest jokes in the movie. It was pretty out of character for us, people who laugh at literally everything. I was very uncomfortable in the state, and I think everyone else was as well. I want to fix this, but how do I do so? I'm the one causing this tension, and I want to break it. But how?

I sighed in fustration, getting up from my seat, and handing over the blanket to Marzia. I took my water bottle and plate that still had my chicken, that was cold now and walked into the kitchen. I placed the chicken in a container, covered it and put it in the fridge and started to wash the plate, getting lost in my thoughts as I did so.

'How am I supposed to fix this? How can I make this better, or at least change it so it could be like before? I can't kill the baby, nor am I going to put it up for adoption, so I have to find a different solution. A solution that doesn't bring a heavy weight on my shoulders. I don't care about myself right now, I just care about how this baby affects Mark and I's relationship, and of course my relationship with everyone else.

Do I just leave them completely? Do I pack my things and bounce? No, what the fuck (Y/N)?! Are you insane?! Without these people, you'd be dead by now! You wouldn't be where you stand right now. And in your current state, I don't think leaving would be a wise decision! So now, wha-'

"Oi, turn off the water if you're done." A raspy voice came frm behind me, snapping me back into reality. In the state of shock, I quickly turned off the water and wiped away a stray tear that fell. I turned around to see the man that love with all my heart, even though I went ahead and had a baby behind his back, scavenging through the fridge.

"Uh, yeah..." I mumbled before leaving the kitchen and going upstairs. I felt his eyes follow me as I did so. Once I entered the room, I closed the door behind me, leaned on it and sighed before sliding down the door, holding back a few sobs as tears and tears fell down my cheeks.

"Everything was going alright, you were getting your life back together after that kidnapping. Hell, you even decided to go to an art school to develop your career of being a director. But nooo, you obviously had to go do some shit to fuck everything over." I murmured to myself, getting up from the floor and jumping onto my bed. "You had to become pregnant with someone else's child. Con-fucking-gratulations (Y/N). You really outdid yourself." I buried my face into the pillow, sobbing away. It smelled like Mark's cologne that he'd pit on just for me.