Save me [A septiplier story] canceled

Chapter: 5 - Faizah

12:45 P.M.

8 days after Jacks disaperance.

Marks POV

I sat down on a bench, officers all around me, searching for any sign of Sean. I held my head in my hands, as an officer approuched me.

"Excuse me? Mr.Fishbach?" She said.

I looked up at her through my hands.

"I'm sorry to bother you, I know you're having a hard time," I moved my hands and stared up at her. "but I was wondering if you still had Seans hat?"

I took a second to speak, but I didn't want to keep her waiting.

"Uh, yeah..." I stood up. I had kept it in my hoodie pocket... I guess it almost felt like a part of him was still with me.

"Here." I said, taking it out of my pocket, and handing it to her.

She took it, probably confused to why I just had it on me, but gave me a small smile.

"Thank you," she put the hat in a plastic bag. "This will hopefully help us get some of his DNA."

I tried my best to smile back at her, but I honestly just havn't felt like myself since Sean has gone missing.

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Jacks POV

I woke to a kick to the stomach. My eyes shoot up to be met up with a pair of dull, grey eyes, staring back at me.

"Get up." He growled.

He's the man that barged in the door yesterday.

"I said, get your ass up. The boss wants you."

I quickly sat up. I don't want to piss them off. I got up, and he guided me somewhere.

---At the boss's office---

He shoved me inside, shutting the door behind me.

I looked at the man sitting in the chair at his desk, who was writing on a piece of paper, next to a stack of papers.

I stood there, not knowing what to do.

He stopped writing and looked up at me.

He stood, and walked a little closer to me. I took a few steps back, bumping into a wall.

"Did I ever tell you my name?" He wondered out loud.

I shook my head.

"Hm. Weird. I don't usually forget that." He mumbled. "It's Damian (Not that damian ) , but as you probably noticed, most people just call me 'boss', but I don't really care what you call me. You don't mean anything to me."

Ouch.

"Anyways," He continued. "I wanted to introduce you to someone."

"Who?" I asked after a few seconds of thought. Suddenly the door behind me opened, and I turned my head.

I was met by a pair of hazel eyes. It was a beautiful looking girl. She was wearing, a pair of grey-blue skiny jeans, a white tank-top, and long black hair, put into a braid, which rested on her shoulder. She had a brown leather belt around her waist, with white flowers all over it. She had a pair of dark brown boots, with a seath holding her knife, conected from a pocket on the lower part of her leg. She had heart-shaped pink lips, with red lipstick over them. She wore a thin layer of mascara, with perfectly placed eye-liner.

I've never found a girl so... pretty before!

I've never been to intrested in girls, but she looks beautiful!

She stepped forward looking at me.

"This," Damian started, placing his hand on her back. "Is my daughter, Faizah."

I suddenly felt really nervous, and put my hands together.

"Faizah, this is Jack."

She looked me up and down, then extended her hand, which I took. Damians phone started ringing, and he pulled it out of his pocket.

"Oh, uh, Faizah, I need to take this, do you mind taking him back down to his cell, and watch him until I'm ready?" He asked the girl.

She nodded, and turned to me. Damian stepped outside of the room, and the girl and I walked out behind him. He answered his phone as we passed, and I could just tell from his tone that he gonna get mad. I've heard that same tone in Jakes voice before to know that.

Just the thought of anyone getting mad scared me. I tried not to let my breathing change, incase I annoy someone. I really don't want to get hurt today...

After a few minutes, we arrived, and she unlocked the door.

I stepped in, followed by the girl. When she shut the door, she turned around to face me, walking towards me. I took a few steps back, bumping into a wall.

"P-please don't hit me..." I whimpered, putting one of my hands infront of my face

"Hey, it's okay." She said, her face softened as she smiled at me. "I'm not who my father wants me to be."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean, I'm not a heartless psycho like my dad."

Should I really believe her?

"I just wanted you to know that. I hate who my dad's become, and what he wants me to be. Anyway, as you can see, I left you a blanket incase you get cold, because I know how cold it can get in here, my fathers made me sleep in here a couple times." She looked at me. "Also, I just wanna say I'm really sorry you have to go through this. Trust me its gonna be hell in here, but I'll try to help you out as much as I can."

I smiled a little at her.

"Well... thanks, Faizah." She smiled back at me.

"Yeah," she turned her head to look at the door. "Well, I should get going before my dad gets all pissed." She chuckled. "See ya cutie."

I was gonna say something but then I realized what she called me.

Cutie?!

I could feel myself blushing.

She left me to stand by myself, as I turned red as a tomato.

After I calmed down, I looked back at the blanket.

So she was the one that gave me this?

I was thankful, it was actually really cold in here. I sat down on the carpet, feeling something under it.

Thats right... I'd felt something the night before... but I hadn't bothered to look at it. I was to tired.

I move off of it, lift it up a bit and tilt my head in confusion.

"What's this doing here?" I ask myself.

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AN: It took way to long for me to get this done, but its done. Sorry its so short, but I needed to leave it like that, for the bext chapter, Which I'll be working on.

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