Too Late For a Sorry | Septiplier- On Hold

3.Leave Him Alone!

A/N: Hay, Stars! Welcome back! Glad you could make it :) Well, enjoy the chapter! :3

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Jacks P.O.V.

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Another punch...

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Another punch...

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A kick to the gut...

This is how it went... And it seems like its not ending any time soon. I was use to it though... It happens every single day, it even continues at home. My moms boyfriend isn't so nice. 

Jason, the 'leader' of the group started it off this time. While Jake, Brett, Carlos, and Seth watched, laughing. 

Did it hurt? Yes. Yes it did, very much so. But I'm not going to give him the satisfaction of hearing me in pain. That's all he wants, and he's not getting it. Doesn't really make a difference anyway, he'll still beat me to the ground everyday. 

Tears were begging to fall from my eyes, but I didn't let them, even though how bad I wanted to cry out in pain. Blood started to fall from my nose, where he kept punching me, over, and over again. I wish he would stop.

Someone please help me.... It hurts...

"HEY!!"

I don't dare look up, not like I would want to anyways. 

I see form the corner from my eye, all 5 of them looking to the direction of the deep male voice. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?" Wait... I know that voice... All 5 of them run off, not wanting to be in trouble.

"You tell anyone about this and your dead pink boy!" I hear Carlos yell, fading away into the distance.

Deep voice... Pink boy... Mark? The boy from earlier? Oh no... 

"Hey! Are you- Jack!? Oh my god!" Mark says, jogging over to me. I look up, staring at him. His face turns from worried to complete horror. He gets down on one knee, putting his hand on my cheek. It stings a bit, but not to much where I would make a single sound.

"Oh my god... Jack.. I.. Holy shit." He sighs, obviously not knowing what to say. I sigh as well, not wanting him to see me like this. He stares as me for a few more moments, "We need to get you to the nurses office... D-do you know where that is...? I'm new here.." He gave me a weak smile. Cute.

I cough, groaning in pain as it hurt my chest. "I-I don't need to go, I'll be fine. I don't need your help." I groan once again, it hurts to talk, but that pain will fade away. It always does.

I saw his eyes flash with hurt for a second or tow. He shakes his head no, "I'm taking you... I'll find it on my own, come on." he looks at me, stoned faced. I roll my eyes, I don't want his help, I can take care of myself. He'll just end up like me if he try's to help me. I don't want that.

He picks me up carefully, bridal style, making sure not to hurt me to bad. We make our way to the up the stairs and to the office.

"Hay... M-Mark... Its down the hall, she has her own room.." I say, well, more like whisper, I didn't like to talk much, I hated my voice. He nods, turning to his left and started walking again, this time going the right way. I smile tugged at my lips, but only for a spit second.

Once we arrive at the nurses office, he walks in and sets me down the the chair next to the doorway. He sits next to me, sighing to himself while looking at me. His gaze is strong. It feels like he's staring into the soul.

Miss. Hines, the nurse, looks up at us. "Oh my! What happened dear!?" She asked in horror, her green eyes growing wide. "I don't want to talk about it..." I whimper. She sighs and nods, grabbing a napkin and handing it to me.

I take it and whip the blood coming from my nose, which had stopped bleeding by now. When I'm done, I throw away the now bloody napkin. 

"Where does it hurt?" She asks. Everywhere... "That's really it.. I'll heal over t-time.." I respond, standing up off the chair. It hurts to stand but like I had said, the pain will go away over time. By the end of the day I should be okay. I hope so at least.

She sighs and nods, turning to Mark. "I don't think I've seen you before, are you new?" He nods, obviously not wanting to talk to her. She nods, "Welcome to Frosted Lake!" She smiles at him, and he gives a fake smile back.

He gets up from his chair, walking out with me. "You sure your alright? Does this happen often?" He turns to me and asks. "Yeah, I'm all good. Um... I have to go to English." I try to walk away but he follows. 

"Wait! I-... Okay, see ya later then Jack.." He groans, heading back down the stairs. 

I make my way to English class, limping. None of them go to that class, thankfully. I was ready to go home. I don't want to be here at all. I don't want to be on this world period. I wish I was dead. I hate my life. I hate it so much.

Marks P.O.V.

I frown as I go back into the boys locker room, I'll just skip gym today. I already missed half the class anyway, and I don't feel like getting yelled at. 

I change back into my clothes, fixing my hair in the mirror. Was it the best idea to skip gym on the first day? No. Not at all. But I really don't care anymore. I skipped it to help that cutie, and I don't regret it one bit.

I just hope he'll be okay... I really hope so...

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A/N: Hay, Stars! It might say, like, this book has idk 5 chapters or something, and only 3 are published. Those other chapters are pre-written. I can't stop writing! I love this book :) Well, see you next week! Buh bye :3

-Midnight🖤