I bit my lip nervously and opened the door to the apartment, Mark right behind me as we walked in. I instantly blushed, seeing mark looking around curiously. "I'm sorry about the mess..."I mumbled, causing him to look at me. He smiled.
"No no! It's a nice apartment, but wh-"
"SEAN YOU FAG-"
"Hi Dad!" I yelled quickly, "I have a friend over!" I chuckled nervously as he stumbled down the hall, a beer in hand. Oh god, he looked like shit. Mark is going to think I come from such a broken home-
I gasped when Mark waked past me, smiling at the man I wish I didn't have to call my father. "Hello Mr. Brown," He said politely, holding out his hand. My dad stared at his hand before rubbing the sweat off of one of his and shaking it. "I'm Mark Fischbach," He smiled, putting his hands in his pockets. My dad smiled, though I could see right through it. He was suspicious.
"Ha! My boy's made a friend," I held back a growl as he motioned to me. "And not some other rebellious piece of shit." I winced when some spit flew from his mouth and on me. I wiped it off, looking down so my hood could hide my glare. "Why can't you be like Mark, Sean?" I couldn't help but scoff.
"Yeah yeah, cmon Mark," I hurried past my fatass dad, hearing Mark hurry after me. I opened the door to my room, letting Mark walk in before going in too, shutting the door. Not even a second after I twisted the lock, mark spoke up.
"No offense, your dad smells." I turned around and smirked.
"I agree. He's always been a jerk, I'm sorry about him." I walked over to my bed and sat down, taking a big sigh. Mark looked around my room at the posters, before suddenly freezing.
"...Jack?" I sat up, seeing his worried face. "What's that?" I looked down at the ground and paled instantly. The blood from when I passed out on the ground. I began to sweat, avoiding his gaze.
"N-Nothing," I mumbled, racking my brain. He's going to ask questions. I need to stop this.
"It doesn't-Woah!" I grabbed Mark's hand and pulled him against me on the bed so he was above me. We stared at each other for a moment. Please work, I need to distract him. He suddenly smirked and I nearly sighed in relief when he started kissing me roughly. We made out for a moment, but he quickly pulled away. "No...no Jack, what's that?" I paled again when he got off my and walked over to the blood. "What's all over your floor?" My bottom lip began to tremble, no. He'll hate me, he'll leave me.
"It's no-!"
"It isn't nothing!" Mark said, turning to me. He had raised his voice, which spooked me a bit into being silent. He sighed, walking back to me. He stared a me as I nervously tucked my head into my hands. "Blood. My blood." I didn't look up at him. We were both silent. Then suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around me.
A/N: I think I ought to say something real quick, if you need someone to talk to guys, about anything, just message me. <3
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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.
