A Septiplier Story

Nine

(Jack)

I wake up and look around, it's 3pm.. "Mark?" I shout out, expecting it to be a nightmare. But no one answered. I pull my knees to my chest, not knowing what to do. I call Mark. No answer, I leave a voicemail, "Hey baby.. It's me. I miss you. I- I'm sorry for not saying yes. I do want to marry you. You mean a lot to me, I wanted to propose so I thought you'd come home.. a-and I thought wrong.. I'm so sorry. I love you too.." I start to cry, "Please be okay." I end it. I call again, just to hear his voice, "Hey You've reached Mark's phone and If I don't answer, I'm sorry! I'll call you later! Buh-Bye!" I don't leave a voicemail, but I listen to it over, and over, and over. Then I listen to it for the last time, saying what he says. I put my phone down and cry softly till my tears dried up. I don't want to eat.. or drink.. I want to sleep for the rest of my life..

(Mark)

I open my eyes to only Brad in front of me. I look at him. He holds no weapons, only strong looking scissors. "Get it over with, I close my eyes and then I fall to the ground, shocked. He helps me to my feet, a little weak I lean on him. "Don't make too much noise." I nod, "Why are you doing this?" He sighs, "Daniel won't come to reason with me and he won't let me do anything.. This is what I can do." He takes my arm and leads me to a car. He drives me to a hotel and hands me clothes. I put them on, then he hands me a key, "Room 823." I nod, "Thank you." I walk inside and go to my room. I grab the phone and call Jack. No answer. I call again.. and again.. till I got sick of the ringing. I lay down, getting comfortable and sleep.

~Hours later~

(Mark)

I wake up and leave, not getting anything. I call a taxi and go home. I knock on the door, hard. No answer. I barge in and run upstairs. Jack, holding a gun to me. I freeze, "Babe-" He shoots. I close my eyes.  I expect to fall back, but I hear a thump behind me and a knife fall. I open my eyes and whip around, Brad, a bullet wound in his chest, his eyes rolling it the back of his head. I call the cops and an ambulance.

~After they leave~

(Jack)

I run to Mark and I hug him He yelps in pain, I let him go, confused and worried. He takes his shirt off, showing me his scars and burns, I look away. He goes to put his shirt on but I stop him. He looks at me and I kiss next to his scars and partially open but closing wounds. He winces and groans softly. I kiss him, hugging him softly. "I love you.. I love you so much.." He mumbles to me. I look at him, "Yes." He looks confused, "Yes?" I chuckle slightly, "I will marry you, on one condition." He looks at me. "You have to marry me as well," I pull out the engagement ring. He laughs and nods, "Yes. A million times yes baby," He hugs me and kisses me all over my face. I giggle. He puts on the ring and I smile. He checks his pockets and grins, pulling out the ring he proposed with at the restaurant. I slide it on and kiss him. He grabs my arm and pushes me against a wall. I expect him to kiss me but he doesn't. His eyes, dark, his face bruised. I shiver. "Babe, are you okay? We can take it slow if that's what you want-" I shut up at his look. It wasn't strict or evil.. just dark. I look at him, slightly scared. I try to take my arm away but his grip tightens on my wrist, I take my other hand and try to pry his fingers off but it doesn't work, my hand starts to hurt, "Mark, let go. You're hurting me.." He throws me to the bed, my chest hitting the wood of it, lucky I didn't get cut. I looks my breath and fall to the ground, trying to catch my breath. Mark's eyes widen then go back to the soft eyes I'm used to. "O-oh my gosh I'm so sorry!" He slides to me, I flinch back, hard. I scoot away and he looks at his hands, "I.." I lift my shirt, my chest bruised. I look at him. He moves to me, "Baby I'm so, so, sorry.. I love you-" I cut him off, "Whatever.. It's fine.. I'm just carrying your child. I understand you probably don't want me but this-" He gasps, tears glisten his eyes, "Are you serious?! I got tortured for you! I got burned and cut and stabbed all for you!" He shouts at me.

(Mark)

I look at him, he flinches. I continue, "You denied me not the other way around." His lip quivers and his eyes start to water, "I know.. I know and I'm sorry.." I look at him, "I hurt you." He shakes his head, "I hurt you! I let you get tortured, and I didn't even look for you." I shake my head, "I threw you to the wood framing of the bed.. I- I hurt you.." He hugs me, pressing his chest against mine, I wince quietly but wrap my arms around his back. He kisses me, I kiss back. He moves his hips against mine, grinding slowly. I hold a moan back and I slide my hands in his pants. He pulls back and laughs, "No." I take my hands away. "You cannot touch me. Get on the bed." I do so, I lay down and wince as I try to get comfortable. He smiles at me and sits on my waist, straddling it.

Hah love y'all. Next chapter will be the smut I promise. ;)