Anthropophobia

Gone

Mark's POV:

I looked shocked and paralyzed at the sobbing Jack on my lap. "Jack...?"
He sniffed. "Jack?" I started caressing his back, placing gentle kisses near his neck. I saw, that the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He got quiet. "Jack?" "What?" "C-can I help you somehow?" He shook his head. "It's my problem." "Do you want to talk about it?" He sighed. "No. I don't want to make you angry or sad." "You won't." "But I..." "Please."

Although Jack had this 'problem' he trusted me somehow. And I didn't knew why.  Need? Defiance? Desperation? I could just guess. He was the one, who made me happy, my life complete. I didn't scrutinized it. I was afraid, that it would ruin our relationship.

"You won't be sad or angry?" "I won't." "Is this a promise?" I smiled and nodded. "Yes. It is a promise." Silence.
Jack became nervous, tapped with his foot. "I...just...my..." I nodded. "Your...?" "It's my...my...it's..." You could see, that it was hard for him to talk about his whoever. "It's...my dad..." I shook my head. "This can't be, your dad loves you!" "No. He doesn't.", Jack said, his eyes watering. "He hates me." I started to get angry. "That can't be, he's your DAD!" He petted my thights. "Mark. Please. You promised." I looked away and bit my lip. "But he's your father and-"

"Liar."

"What?"

"Liar."

"Jack, I'm not a-" "Liar."
He started at me with his blue eyes. But the weren't the blue ocean, in which I fell in love with. The were cold as ice. Full of anger, hate
and fear. "Jack?" "Go. Just go." "Jack, but I-" "I said go!" He pushed me away and I fell to the ground, hitting my head on the floor. The pain exploded in my head. "Jesus fuckin' Christ, Jack!" "Go." "That's it? That's how this is gonna end?" "I just said go. That's it." "That's it? Are you kidding me? I'm homeless!" But he was just silent. "Jack!"

He just looked to the ground and pointed to the door. I couldn't believe it. He didn't care. And I didn't know why. Didn't know, why he got extremely emotial sometimes. And it caused goosebumps. "Okay", I said embitterly. I stood up and walked to the door. "You know that I love you?", I asked. Silence. I opened the door, ran down the staircase, just to get into my car and start crying. I dashed against the steering wheel several times. You're a fucking dumb idiot! I thought to myself. You lost Jack.

Thanks so much for reading. I'm out of ideas, so I'll end this story here.

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Of course I won't! ^^ I HATE bad endings! Go on reading!

I clenced onto my steering wheel. Drive to Wade and Bob. They can help you. I started the motor and began driving. The shapes got blurred, tears filling my eyes. Drive, drive, drive! Drive faster you idiot! I didn't care, what was happening around me. I parked my car in front of Wade's house. I rang the doorbell several times. One time. A second time.  A thrird-. That was, when Wade opened the door. "You are annoying!", he said a little bit angry. I looked at my feet and just mumbled a "Sorry..."
"Honey! Who's there?", Bob shouted. "Come in", he said. "Just Mark!" I closed the door behind me. It smelled like apple pie in there. "Are you...?" "Apple pie is ready!" "You are." Wade shot me a confused smile, then shook his head. He opened the door to the living room. It was a little and nice room. A sofa and two armchairs. A little round wooden table. A chimney and a flatscreen. Two cabinets and a cupboard. A- "Oh hello Mark! Would you like some tea?" The voice of Bob interrupted my thoughts. "Uhmm. Sure.", I stammered. "Alright then. Have a seat." He pointed on one of the armchairs and I sat down.

"Sooo. What can we do for you? You look sad." "It's nothing." I wished a tear away from my cheek. Wade raised an eyebrow and looked at Bob, who took a sip of his tea. "I just wanted to visit you." "Mark", Wade sighed,  "Bob and I know you long enough to know, that something is wrong, if you ring our doorbell three times a second." I shrugged. "If you say so." "Mark...", Wade said, with a now impatient voice. "I-I need..." "You need?" "I need tips for a guy." Bob shook his head, took another sip of his tea and then said: "First: Why doesn't he come himself? Second: We're gay. Or have you already forgot? We don't know that much about women." "No I don't...I mean..." I was getting nervous, my palms and my forehead were really sweaty. They're gay too. There is nothing to be afraid of. "I need a break!", I said and tried to stand up, but Bob grabbed my wrist. "Just tell us what's wrong."

"Ok." Long pause. "I need tips for a relationsship with a man. I'm gay!" Bob spit his tea out. "Bob! Look at the- you're what?", Wade said surprised. "I fell in love with a guy. That's why I wanted to talk." Bob smiled, then began laughing. "You and kissing a man? That's hilari-" I pressed my lips onto his, then quickly pulled away. "Hey!", Wade said angrily. "He's mine!" I know, you idiot! Bob still laughed. "Guys?" I said. No answer. "Guys?" Bob and Wade both faced me. "Yes?" "What if the man you love gets angry?" "Really Mark? Really? He just needs time alone, but he's probably missing you already." "Thanks!", I shouted, ignoring the confused stares of Bob and Wade, just running to my car and driving home. I ran up the staircase and opened the door of the flat.  (Thanks to the keys of Mark mom.) "Jack?" Silence. I looked in the bedroom, kitchen living room.

And at last I opened the bathroom door, just to see Jack...

To see Jack what? First: Sorry for the delay. Second: Hope you guys enjoyed this anyways.
Thanks to LogIsTix for helping me, making a good decision. ^^
See you in the next chapter
ByeBye

(01:30 here, I'm dying!)