Me and Mark walked into his house. The first room you saw was the kitchen, at the kitchen was Mark's father reading the newspaper.

"Hello Mark." His father said. He looked up to see me with Mark. "Hello Lissa, are you staying with us tonight." His dad smiled at me. "Hello Mr. Free and yes I am." 

I sat down in a chair at the table while Mark got me some water. Mr. Free's eyes traveled to each place on me where there was blood. He looked concerned.

"Lissa, if you don't mind me asking. What happened?" His father questioned. I sighed. "My mother was drunk and mad at me so she threw a wine and beer bottle at me and it cut my stomach. When that happened I fell back onto a table and that bruised my stomach."

"I also somehow got the stomach bug and when me and Mark went to the pizza hut, Mark's girlfriend Jessica came in and got mad at me so she pushed me into the table and that opened back up my cut and all the food I ate came back up." I explained. 

"I told you Mark, that girlfriend of yours was a terrible choice." His father told Mark, he gets this lecture a lot and it's kind of hard not to laugh.

"She didn't leave without a black eye." I said very proudly. Mark rolled his eyes while searching his medicine cabinet and his father chuckled. " That's good." Mr. Free said almost as proud as I was.

Mark walked back over to me with a cup of water and a tablet which I suspect is something for my stomach. Either that or he is trying to drug me.

"I broke up with Jessica and I almost got arrested." Mark states bluntly. His father turned to look at him and started to laugh.

"How did you almost get arrested?" His father chuckles, looking proud of his son. "I followed Lis into the restroom." Mark told him.

"Oh." Is all his father says and looks at me. I can guarantee you that Mr. Free thinks Mark came into the bathroom for a different reason then what actually happened.

"No not like that." I glared at Mark, his eyes lit up when he realized what he said sounded like. "Oh yeah no, not in that way. Lis got sick so I ran after her." Mark said more appropriately this time.

"That makes more since. I just don't see you to in a romantic relationship." His father laughed. My face twisted in disgust and Mark held a blank expression.

Mr. Free looked back at his news paper and Mark turned to look at me. "Take the pill, it will make your stomach feel better." Mark told me. I took the pill and it was terrible, disgusting, horrible.

Mark chuckled at my expression. "Dad, wheres the Goss tape and the Aspirin?" Mark asked. "In the bathroom." His father responded. "Okay." Mark shouted as he grabbed my hand and pulled me to the upstairs bathroom.

"Sit on the counter." Mark told me and motioned to the sink counter. I hopped on it and watched as Mark searched every where in the bathroom and finally found the stuff he needed, Goss tape, Alcohol, Peroxide, something else for cuts, and Aspirin. It kind of scared me because Alcohol hurt on infected cuts.

Mark grabbed a wash cloth and put some water on it. "You need to take off your shirt." He said and motioned to my beyond ruined  AC/DC shirt. " Okay." I sighed and pulled it off over my head. "It's ruined." I stated, sounding like a annoyed four year old.

"I'll wash it, AC/DC shirts don't die on my watch." Mark laughed and I giggled. "How bad will this hurt." I asked worriedly. I hate stingy feeling, I'm not sure why but I do and Alcohol stings. "Don't concentrate on it and it want hurt that bad." Mark assured me.

"Lean back a little." Mark gently pushed my shoulders so I could give him more access to my cut. He took the damp cloth and slowly removed the dried blood. "I'm gonna pour the Peroxide on it. It want sting but it will bubble." Mark explained. I nodded.

He took a cotton ball, put the substance on it and ran it up the cut. "Lift your bra a little." He said and I did it. I noticed him stop when he reach near the end of the cut under my left breast. His eyes closed and his breathing sharpened. His and pulled away and tugged his shirt over his crotch.

He did this earlier to, it concerned me. Mark's blue eyes opened back up and saw my worried look. He shook his head and went back to cleaning the wound. After that, he threw the cotton ball in the trash and grabbed another one.

"I'm gonna put the Alcohol on." He told me. I sat back up right. "I know it hurts." He said. I'm scared to death right now. "Wrap your legs around my waste and pull my hair when it hurts. If it gets bad enough bite my shoulder." Mark instructed. God please don't make it hurt that bad.

"I don't want to hurt you." I spoke quietly. Mark's eyes softened when he saw my scared face. He leaned over to my ear. "Your not gonna hurt me, I promise." He whispered in my ear.

I wrapped my legs around him and gripped his back. He put the Alcohol on me and I whimpered and started to pull his hair. "Owwww, this hurts." I kept repeating. My teeth were gritting and I gave in and bit his shoulder. It soothed the pain a little.

"I'm done. It wasn't to bad." Mark said. Yes it was, I wanted to yell at him but I just nodded and laid my head on his chest. He started to hug me but I pulled away. "I'm gonna get blood on your shirt." I whimpered. 

"I can wash it." He inquired and pulled me toward him again. "Okay." I mumbled into his chest. Mark started to wrap Goss tape around my stomach. It hurt a lot because he had to pull it tight. This was truly torcher. 

Suddenly a question popped into my brain. "How am I gonna take a shower?" I quickly ask, kind of embarrassed. "Oh umm, I don't know." Mark stumbles.

"How about I wash your hair and we figure out how to get you clean in the morning." Mark suggested. I thought for a second, should I let him wash my hair or should I just not be clean. "Yeah, okay." I agreed.

After Mark was done wrapping me, yeah I sound like a mummy, he turned the sink tap on to warm. I watched as Mark brought over a chair and found shampoo. "You can sit on the chair while I wash your hair. Also, are you okay with men's shampoo?" Mark inquires.

"Sure, just make sure to wash most of it out." I said while I walked over to the chair and laid my head back into the warm water. 

Mark walked over and started looking for a place to stand where he can stand. A growl escaped his mouth when he realized that the only place where he could access my hair is to stand right over me. 

"Please don't make this awkward." Mark pleaded while looking at my face only inches apart and throwing his right leg over me. I giggled while saying "I wont."

After he finished wetting my hair, he squirted his shampoo on my head and started messaging it into my scalp. I closed my eyes in pleasure. Who knew washing your hair could feel so good.

After rinsing my hair for the third time, Mark turned the water off. Mark grabbed a towel and started to dry my hair. "You know I can dry my hair myself." I stated crossly. "Yeah I know. But I want to do it for you." He said with amusement.

"Can I borrow a shirt?" I asked, noticing I was still wearing my bra. "Sure." Mark replied, yet again sounding amused. "You can where some of my mothers sleeping shorts if you want." Mark told me.

I thought and decided that I would just wear what I had on. "No, I'm good." I called while Mark was rummaging through his clothes, trying to find something. Finally he gave in and handed me his Budgie shirt. It was one of his favorites.

"Are you sure you trust me to wear this?" I asked, almost scared that I might ruin it and Mark would go crazy. "Yes, just don't ruin it. If you do, you might find something I'll choose over you." Mark said sternly. "What?" I said, astounded. "I'm kidding." Mark laughed.

"Lizard?" Mark asked. "Yes?" I replied. "I'm gonna take a shower, you can change in my room." He sheepishly told me. "So we wont only be wearing each others clothes we'll also smell alike." I laughed, Mark playfully nudged me and closed the bathroom door.

I made my way to his bedroom. Is it odd that I come here so much that I know this house like the back of my hand? Nah, it's not. Hopefully.

 I walked into his room and the first thing I saw were band posters. Naturally, my eyes were drown to the poster of Robert Plant and Jimmy Page back to back with each other. I think I'm drooling.

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A/N

So nothing in this chapter is true. I don't really have much to say other than I'll probably update in like in a hour and may I say thank you. For anyone is actually reading this, thank you for reading. Anyways that's all. Vote, Comment, follow and all that!!!