When did it all go so wrong? (Up for adoption)

Part 11 (mini)

MARKS NEW PUPPY IS THE CUTEST THING EVER!!!! I JUST DIED! Also a lil bit of self promo, I just wrote a book and it is about Mark keeping his past secret from his friends, with very good reasons. It's called lost boy. I would love for y'all to check it out, it only has one chapter so far but whatevs.
Anyways... Here's a chappy! Sorry it's so short, it is like 2am right now

Sean

I watched as two male nurses carefully lifted Mark from his bed and into a wheel chair.
We are finally taking Mark out of here.
He smiled at me as Felix wheeled his chair.
Mark wrapped his arm around me and I helped him into the car. He said a quiet 'thank you.' Which is the only thing he has really said all day.
I say in the back with him.
He leaned into me.
"I am so sorry Jack." He said quietly.
I hugged him.
"You are okay... that's all that matters to me."
I felt his warm tears on my shoulder and I ran my fingers through his hair.
We got to Marks apartment and I helped him inside.
Bob and Wade were waiting inside, they had come early to clean the place up.
Mark hugged each of them.
"I am going to lay down if thats okay..."
We all said yes and he walked to his bedroom, leaning on the walls to keep himself supported.
After about 3 hours of talking with everyone I heard Mark call us from his room.
I got up and walked to his room, everyone else following me.
"What's up Mark?" I asked.
He looked around, panicked.
He set a folded paper on the bed and left.
I picked up the paper and started reading.

"Well... I don't know how to even start with this.
How are you supposed to tell your friends something like this?
I don't know so I am just going to put it all out in the open.
When I was 14 my parents found out I was gay and kicked me out of the house, basically disowning me. I lived on my own for a while, going from shelter to shelter. Sometimes I would sleep by myself in abandoned buildings... But one day I met James. He offered me food and a real place to sleep. I haven't felt safe or comfortable for months so my mind wasn't working right when I said I would live with him. I had no where else to go. James and I started dating, even though he was 21 and I was underage.
Things where amazing for the first few months with him but then he changed. Something in him snapped. He started beating me.
At first he would apologize and buy me something or take me out but then the beating got worse and he stopped apologizing.
When I was 15 he rapped me. I can never forget that night and I have tried.
That became a daily thing, and for some reason I put up with it for 3 whole years.
One day I was hospitalized because of him and went to the police. They went to his house but everything was gone but a small note that said "I'll be back for you Mark.
No matter what."
He disappeared for 7 years and I spent every day, scared, waiting for him to come back for me. And about a month and I half ago he did. And things went right back to the way they used to be. Now I just wait for him to do it again. And to be honest I am terrified right now because I haven't seen him, and he hasn't been arrested, which means he is still here. He will be back... He always comes back..."