Leaving tonight
Mark Estapa x reader
warnings: idk lol, just toxic Mark ig
based on leaving tonight by the Neighbourhood
Your relationship with Mark was perfect in the beginning, he was a big softie around you and did everything he could to make you feel great. It was like living a dream but dreams can’t go on and so did his behavior towards you. He turned cold and angry, the smallest things sending him into a rage.
At first you could deal with it, you figured he was just stressed and didn’t know how to deal with it so you tried helping him but every single time he turned you away and got mad. It hurt you but he didn’t seem to care. You fought to keep him close, to not let him push you away but it was to no avail. It wasn’t uncommon for you to beg and cry to Mark to talk to you but you were done. Months had gone by with his behavior and you were at your wits end.
It was a friday night and that meant party at the sophomore house, your outfit was simple just a pair of low waist baggy jeans and a baby tee, nothing too special or skimpy but Mark had made a big deal about the baby tee because it would rise up to your bra line when you would lift up your arms. You felt the same suffocating feeling rise up as you had felt for the last month or so, everything haunted you there wasn’t a single good memory around and yet you couldn’t let go, hanging on hoping he’d go back to the way he was before even though you knew it wasn’t good for you.
You felt like your throat was closing up, making you unable to breathe as you looked around the party desperately trying to find someone who will give you comfort but you found no one so you ran upstairs into Mark’s room, sinking to the ground as you gasp for air, while clawing at your throat. The pain was overwhelming, taking over your whole body as memories flashed through your head.
Once the pain faded away a little the anger came flooding in the tears of sadness now being replaced by tears of anger, you were angry, angry that you had allowed him to treat you like that, angry that you didn’t leave sooner, angry for holding on. You were going to leave, you were completely sure of it now, it couldn’t go on like this anymore. You stood up, walked over to Mark's desk, grabbing a piece of paper and angrily scribbled that you were leaving tonight, that you’d be gone in the morning and that he didn’t need to come looking for you because you weren’t going to come back. Then you pulled off the promise ring he'd given for your six month anniversary, placing it on the note.
You made your way out through the back door, running to your place, packing everything that he’d given you, belonged to him or reminded you too much of him and stuffing it in a box. You hadn’t drank anything so you just went back with your car, getting back in through the back door quickly making your way back to Mark’s room which you had left not even an hour ago. The box was thrown on his bed, you didn’t feel like putting in the effort of placing it neatly on his bed, he didn’t deserve that in your eyes. If luck was on your side you could leave the house without bumping into anyone, pack all your stuff up and drive as far away as you could.
But of course luck wasn’t on your side, you bumped into Ethan who looked at you wide eyed, taking in your appearance, eyes stuck on your tear stained face and your eyes laced with anger. His brows furrowed because he didn’t know what had caused you to become like this.
“What’s wrong Y/N?” He asked, his voice dripping with confusion, he didn’t know of course he didn’t know, you almost laughed out loud, it was pathetic to be honest, but you couldn’t blame him it wasn’t his fault after all.
“I’m leaving, i can’t do this anymore.” You confessed quickly, already starting to make your way to the front door, you didn’t feel like spending more time here than you needed. You passed multiple players on the hockey team and they just like Ethan, who you had left standing there dumbfounded, completely confused. Luckily you didn’t see Mark while you left and you could peacefully get into your car.
Your things were all packed in a time span of an hour, you had always been a fast packer. It felt great knowing you were finally free, before you left you hopped into the shower of your dorm one last time, cleaning yourself the best you could, it truly felt refreshing.
You moved quickly after you got out of the shower, stuffing all the boxes into your car, glad that your parents had gotten you a big range rover, everything fit so you didn’t have to turn around ever again. Your hair was still damp when you got into the driver's seat, beginning your way to New York, your sister lived there and you had plenty of colleges that had accepted you there, plus an internship you had already agreed to without telling Mark of course.
The first two hours of the drive were peaceful and went by smoothly but when you stopped to sleep in a hotel on the side of the road your phone started blowing up with messages by Mark asking you where you were, why all the stuff he had given you was in the box in his room, why there was a note saying you were leaving and why there was nothing left in your dorm. You just told him the exact same thing you had written on the note that you were leaving tonight and that you’d be gone in the morning. He didn’t take it well and started calling you over and over again, sending you texts every second. So you blocked him on everything so there would be no way for him to contact you.
This was your new start in life after months of a living hell and you felt free for the first time after months.
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Mark is my absolute fave out of all of them but my brain just can't come up with good fluff about him so it's going to be this a lot of times lmao
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