Jack pov
"So what happened?" Ice continued to bug me on the drive back to the apartments. They wanted to know every detail, but all I did was blush. What even happened? We cuddled together in the same bed. He pinned me against a wall. We nearly kissed. I gave him my number. I kissed his cheek. I didn't even know Mark liked me like that...was that nightmare real? Was Mark really confused because of me? I'm kinda flattered. "Jack?" I snapped out of my trance, realizing I was grinning. I looked at Ice, who was staring weirdly at me.
"What are you smiling at?" They smiled deviously. I blushed again.
"N-Nothing!" They laughed, making me blush even more.
"Cmon! What happened! You are blushing!" I bit my lip. Suddenly, they gasped. "YOU ARE SO CRUSHING ON HIM! Jack! He's popular!" I looked up at them expecting to see a scowl except Ice was smiling.
"I can't help it! He was so sweet, Ice! And strong, and RAAAAAH!" They giggled.
"Just...be careful Jack. I don't want you to get hurt," I nodded.
"It's okay, Ice. It was just harmless flirting anyway, I'm sure it won't blossom into something big," I said, making magical hand motions. They giggled, pulling into the apartment complex parking lot. We stepped out and went our separate ways. A few minutes later, I was in front of the door to my apartment. I opened it, cringing at the smell of alcohol. I guess I had gotten used to the smell of a normal home over night. "Da-" I gasped when suddenly a fist collided with the side of my face. I fell to the ground, trying to escape to my mind as he kicked me over and over. I sobbed silently, the pain clouding my brain. I wheezed when he stomped on my stomach. He kicked me once more before letting me scramble to my room. I collapsed on the ground, blood pooling around me.
Worthless waste of air faggot no one cares just end it- BEEP
My phone interrupted my thoughts. I weakly pulled it from my pocket, seeing a new number had texted me. About to pass out, I opened it.
Hey! It's Mark ;3 just wanted 2 say that I can't w8 2 c u Monday, we should chill 2gether during lunch?
I then passed out, smiling.
...
I woke up, feeling like shit. My phone was still in front of me. Weakly, I pushed myself up, sitting against the door. It was night, and according to the clock on my phone it was 1:05 AM. I'll text Mark, he'll see it in the morning.
Jack: Hey! Yea, that would b fun.
I was about to turn off my phone when I saw Ice texted me.
Ice: How bad was it?
Jack; Pretty bad, I passed out :P
Ice: I really want 2 kill him.
Jack: U rn't alone in that dream. I'm gonna shower, night.
I turned off my phone and limped to the shower. The water stung horribly in my wounds, like lighting my flesh on fire. But I needed to start fixing myself up. If I wasn't gonna stand for myself, I at least needed to look tough.
A/N: Ever showered with a DEEP cut? That's fucking PAINFUL. Cleaning up the blood and then the water hits it! I'VE YELLED OUT LOUD, THAT STUFF HURTS.
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Behind Closed Doors ~ Septiplier
FanfictionAfter the death of Jack's mom, he is sent to live with his drug addict dad who left his family when he was only five. He hates it, but keeps it to himself. Well, on Halloween he meets someone who makes the struggle worth it.
