Aight here’s more pissed angsty Mark to end it off (part 3)
Ethan slipped out of the house before Marks meeting finished to ensure y’all wouldn’t be caught. You decided to nap the rest of the time, being woken up when there was knocking on your door. Still mostly asleep you ignored it, hearing it open and steps come up to your bed, nudging your arm abit.
‘Hmm, tired, later..’
‘Time to eat, get up, not taking no for an answer.’
Marks voice wasn’t as harsh as it had been but you still shifted away from him, curling more into your blanket.
You heard him sigh before the blanket was moved off you, arms shifted under yours to hoist you up and out of the warmth.
‘Hey what the fuck! Mark god dammit-‘
‘We need to talk, grow up and get over it.’
He kept his hold on you until he was at the stairs, finally dropping you to your feet and nudging you forward. You sighed before heading down into the kitchen, giving in as you sat at the table knowing you wouldn’t eat until he talked.
He sat across from you, waiting as he formed his words, his structure shifting in annoyance.
‘So just casually lying to me?’
‘You didn’t want me going over there and I wanted to go.’
‘So you tell me you’re going to fucking ethans house. Who is also one of my closest friends and work buddies. And you thought that would work.’
You were quiet for a moment, your silence bringing another thought into his mind and he straightened in his seat.
‘You’re fucking kidding me.’
‘Look man you never questioned it or him-‘
‘August you want me to trust you? You could be doing god fucking anything when you leave here.’
‘I.. didn’t th-‘
‘Yeah I can tell you didn’t think about any of this, playing god with me like I’m some sort of moron!’ As his voice rose your demeanor shrank, sinking into the seat as your gaze went to the table.
‘I cannot fucking believe you right now. How bout I pull this shit and go do a drug run hm? Or fucking shoot someone, go to a strip club, sneak up on you when you think I’m gone and fucking beat the shit out of you. Why don’t I do exactly what you did and show up at your partners place and get it on with them huh?’
You knew he was being dramatic to get his point across but the last two struck close, starting your anxiety to build again.
‘M-Mark look I’m sorry I won’t-‘
‘No don’t fucking, just stop. Shut up and get a plate. Whatever, you can do whatever the fuck you want.’
He didn’t move as he sat there thinking, glueing you to your own seat in fear. When he barked at you again you jumped, getting a plate for yourself despite no longer being hungry. As you sat again you more played with your food than ate it. Eventually mark stood, getting a plate for himself, actions and movements loud and angry. You winced as his plate hit the table across from you as he began to eat. He finished before you, dropping his plate into the sink before heading upstairs, slamming the door behind him to his studio. With no appetite, you moved your plate to the fridge before returning to your room, your movements silent to not disturb your elder.
Your peace wasn’t for long as you heard your brother bang on your door some time later. Jumping up you opened it only to have your shirt grabbed again, being forced back into the kitchen and into the same seat. He went to the fridge grabbing your uneaten food and heated it up again, setting it harshly in front of you when it was ready.
‘Eat.’
‘I’m not-‘
‘I said eat.’
His voice was dark and low, giving you no room for options as he stood there waiting. You caved, beginning to eat slowly as your hands shook, flinching every time he shifted next to you until he went to move dishes into the washer, cleaning up the kitchen abit. When you were done you sat head low, waiting for permission like a child until he acknowledged you again. He sighed when he looked over, grabbing your plate but not excusing you as he added it to the dishwasher. When he finished he walked over to the table, sitting and looking to you.
‘Are you done pulling this shit?’
You nodded faintly, still too afraid to look up.
‘Are you done lying to me?’
Again you nodded, waiting for anything else from him.
Mark stood, making you wince in your seat as he walked over to you and ruffled your hair gently.
‘It’s late, head to bed, I love you.’
With that he left for his own room, leaving you to head to yours for the night.
He was done being angry, done giving you shit, not like you felt better about it.