Don't Ever Leave - Septiplier

Chapter Six

The more Felix tried to protect Jack, the closer he felt to the Irish YouTuber. He didn't have to do much yet, but he could see the hunger in Mark's eyes when he looked at Jack and the hate when glaring at Felix. He brought it amongst himself to help Jack, whether he knew there was a threat or not.

His attempts to anger Mark by making him jealous were working without a second thought. He didn't think it'd be so easy to get to him. He just made a couple comments here, a few friendly touches there, and Mark was hatefully lurking in the shadows. He, of course, saw Mark hiding in the hallway, watching them, but it only worked in Felix's favor. He was trying to prove to Jack how creepy Mark actually was. Even if Mark just had a silly little crush on Jack, it doesn't explain the excessive amount of pictures and romantic notes within his computer.

He felt the cold eyes of Mark leave and took it upon that gut feeling to look back towards the hallway. He couldn't see Mark's figure and turned back to see those dark blue eyes looking back at him. He pushed away the sudden attraction he felt, remembering what he had to look forward to when he got back to Marzia. He was glad Jack never seemed to think much of anyones advances towards him.

Felix deduced that Jack simply didn't believe anyone thought he was attractive. While he was downright adorable, he wouldn't let himself believe that. Any other day, Felix would've encouraged him to accept and be honest with himself, but with the impending doom crowing over them, it was best to keep Jack in the dark. It made everything much simpler, yet harder than it should. If Jack could see the truth, he'd understand why Felix is trying so hard to protect him.

"I know you enjoy being a blanket burrito, but we should probably get ready before Bob and Wade get here," Felix reminded Jack, who sat up on the couch and started unraveling himself from the blanket, with a heavy sigh.

"I suppose," He gave Felix a soft smile and stood up, stretching his arms and yawning. "Want to film a video with me quick when we're done?"

"Of course! I'll see you in a bit," Felix dismissed him, watching as Jack passed through the kitchen and down the hall, turning into his room. Felix was about to follow his lead, when he noticed Mark coming from down the hallway. He was hoping he'd be able to pass him, but Mark had already met him in the kitchen and grabbed his arm once they got close. Felix flinched at the contact, looking to Mark with a confused expression.

"Why so scared, Felix?" Mark asked innocently, his grip tightening on Felix's arm, who yelped in pain.

"Jesus, Mark, could you please let go of my arm? It feels like you're crushing my bones," Felix tried, but it only encouraged Mark to squeeze harder.

"If only I could," Mark sighed, causing Felix's eyes to widen.

"Dude, are you feeling alright? This isn't like you," Felix attempted to get through to him again, but it was futile. "Is this about Jack?"

"Is Jack all you ever think about, you possessive, overrated douche?" Mark snapped, Felix trying to shrink away from him, only to get pulled closer to Mark, who grabbed his other arm as well and started trying to crush both of them. Felix cried out, only to get hit for making a sound. "Shut up, Jack can't hear you."

"Mark, what are you doing? Please, just let go, we'll pretend this never happened. I won't say anything to Ja-"

"Oh, sure, you won't! You've been squealing to him ever since you went digging through my computer! You are lucky as all hell you have people that'll notice if you go missing, especially Jack. I know he'll never forgive me if I hurt you, but you have to go," Mark growled, causing Felix to shiver.

"I'll go home then, Mark, please, just let go," Felix lied, knowing he'd immediately run to Jack once Mark lets him go. There was no way he was letting Jack anywhere near Mark now, knowing Mark truly was getting violent when it came to his jealousy. "I won't tell Jack anything."

"You're lying. That doesn't matter though, you're not going home. You're making a quick video explaining a friend of yours was injured and you had to rush to them, your phone as well breaking, so no one can get ahold of you," Mark explained and Felix's face fell, not knowing where this was going to lead up. Mark dragged Felix outside, grabbing the camera from the living room as he went. He handed Felix the camera, turning it on for him. "I'll edit anything suspicious, just so you know."

"How's it going, bros? This isn't an official video, just an update and apology. A friend of mine was in an accident earlier this morning and I'm on my way to see them now. I'm unaware of the extremities of their condition at the moment, meaning I won't be able to upload videos for a while - other than the ones I pre-recorded. Also, to Marzia and other friends, I broke my phone, so I'll get to you if needed. I'll be back soon enough, but for now, I'm sorry and thank you bros for your support. Brofist," Felix put his fist to the camera, hoping he played along well enough to avoid any pain or even death. Mark took it from him, turning it off, and dragging him back inside.

"You're cool with basements, right?" Mark asked casually, all of the anger that was in his voice was gone. Perhaps it was because Felix wasn't with Jack.

"B-Basement?" Felix echoed, Mark nodding. He opened up a door that looked like a closet door, but rather lead to stairs. He felt himself being pushed in front of Mark, a hand constantly on his shoulder. He walked down, not wanting to make Mark angrier. He saw a chair with handcuffs to both the arm rests. "P-Please, Mark, you don't have to do this."

"You didn't have to be all over Jack either, but you did," He snapped and Felix sighed.

"Mark, I was just trying to make you jealous so you would snap and Jack would see you like him," He tried to explain.

"Why don't I believe that? Why do I think you like Jack?"

"Because I do like Jack, as a friend, ditt jävla ålahuvud!" Felix cursed at him in Swedish, as Mark pushed him onto the chair and started handcuffing him to it.

"I'm going to assume that was an insult. I'd watch my mouth if I were you," Mark threatened, Felix bit his lip, debating whether or not he should push Mark further, who headed for a table nearby and grabbed a gag.

"If you hurt Sean in anyway, I swear to-" He couldn't finish as Mark forced the gag in his mouth and secured it.

"I like you better when you're quiet," Mark sighed, looking at his 'friend'. "I'm sorry Felix, I know things weren't meant to be this way. I considered you a great friend, I really did, but my love for Jack is stronger than our friendship, therefore you have to go. Sorry, Felix, just be glad I'm not doing anything more permanent."

With that, he left Felix cuffed to the chair, no way of getting out.