To rebuild our home

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Mark's POV

"I am taking this plate to Jon." I deadpanned. "Why? Can't he come downstairs to eat something with us together or at least take the food upstairs by himself. I don't understand why you are doing this for him and never did this for me. I would be happy if you would bring me my breakfast up to my room tomorrow if you are willing to work here as a waiter now." Eduardo said and snickered right after.

This made me furious. "Well, I wouldn't be doing this if you would treat Jon better and apologize to him already. He is acting different Eduardo. He isn't his usual self since the day you beated him up. He is skipping meals and was even away for six hours today and all you can say to me is this! I doubt that you even noticed that he has been away for so long today." I snapped at him.

"Wait, he has been away for six hours? What was he doing for so long?" He asked me while his expression changed from a smirk to a face filled with concern. "How should I know this, he didn't told me anything about his disappearance and only claimed to have been 'on a walk'." I responded and underlined the last part of my sentence with quotation marks that I formed with my right hand to emphasize how surreal I found what Jon had claimed to have done.

It appears that Eduardo has now seen the seriousness of the situation because after what I had just told him he went completely silent. I hadn't seen him in this way since Jon had been in the hospital so I knew that Eduardo could have realized the mistake that he had done.

As for myself, I headed upstairs to Jon and handed him over the plate full of food and the silverware in which he thanked me and gave me a little smile. One of his hollow fake smiles.

Jon's POV

Mark headed me the plate and I went back with it into my room while he walked downstairs again. Eventhough I didn't wanted to eat anything, my hunger won and I couldn't resist it anymore. The food just smelled and looked to delicious to let it go to waste so I ate it and was afterwards truely thankful that Mark brought me the food.

Although my stomach was filled up I didn't felt right. I felt as if I had turned into a burden for Mark now. I thought he pretended to care about me and pitty me, but now I am really starting to think that he cares about me and is concerned about me. I didn't wanted him to be concerned about me, it is nice to know that he cares about me but I don't want to see him upset because of me. I feel like I ruined everything, not only have I made Eduardo angry at me, but now I have made Mark worry about me.

I put the plate away and laid back in my bed. I feel comfortable and safe in my bed, not only because of the warmth of my bed but also because the door of my room is locked so that I didn't had to worry that Eduardo would get drunk again and hurt me. Also I feel like I am doing something good by giving them some space. I can only imagine the time of their life that they had while I was in the hospital.

It was probably so peaceful here in this house, Eduardo was probably way happier than I have ever seen him before. I would love to see him happy, but as long as I am around here I am never going to witness something like this. I have to accept the fact that he hates me and that he had most likely hoped that I would have died. I mean he even said it straight to my face that he wished that I would be dead before the missle hit me, so I guess that this was already proof enough that he never liked me and only kept me around him as someone to torture and humiliate all the time for his own pleasure.