heart strings

chapter 8

Jack's POV

I couldn't speak. I was in shock. 

"Hello?...Dude? You still there?" Malcomb asked.

I took a deap breath.

"Yea..."

"Oh! Hey man! So, I was calling to tell you abo-"

I lost it. All the anger built up after so many years. I let it all out.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL F*CK MALCOMB?! WHY HAVE YOU CALLED ME NOW AND WHY SHOULD I CARE?? YOU LEFT ME WHEN I NEEDED YOU ALL THE MOST, ACTUALLY ALL OF YOU DID!"

"I HATE YOU!" I screamed into the phone.

"Whoa dude chill, I'm sorry man, I-"

I slammed down the phone as hard as I could. I slumped donw against the wall.

Why now? What the hell? I thought all of them were dead, Jesus Christ...

I started crying.

Mark's POV

I was in the middle of playing Undertale when I heard Jack yelling.

What on earth??

I sprinted downstairs to find my husband criying on the floor. 

"Sean!!" I cried. 

I ran over to him and put my hand on his shoulder.

"What happened, why were you yelling?" I asked him.

Jack tried to catch his breath and stop crying.

"I-I answered the phone, and... and" He sniffed.

"Who was it baby?" I asked while rubbing his back.

Jack took a deap breath.

"My brother called..."

I stopped and  stared at him.

"Are you...Which one was it?"

What? Why would any of them even bother to call?? How did they even get our number.. 

What a dickhead. 

I snapped out of my thoughts. 

"It was Malcomb.." Jack said quietly.

"Malcomb..." I wasn't sure who that was.

"The brother who played cars with me." Jack said.

"Oh, that one."

There was a pause.

"So what are you going to do?" I aksed Jack quietly

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Jack's POV

"So what are you going to do?"

I had no clue. I didn't even know why he called me, now, of all times. 

I mulled this over for a minute and calmed myself down.

"I-I guess I need to find out what he wants."

Mark nodded. "That's a good idea."

I stood up, and helped Mark up.

"I'll call him back." I said. 

"Do you want me to stay here?" Mark asked me.

I nodded. "Yea that would be great babe." Mark gave me a kiss on the lips.

"For good luck." He said and winked. 

I smiled at him, and I picked up the phone and hit redial.

Mark took a seat at the breakfast bar.

The phone ran for what felt like hours.

Then he picked up.

"Sean? You ok now?" 

I swallowed hard. "Yea, sorry about that, I was just frustrated." 

"I totally get that. I feel like absolute shite for not calling eventually Sean," He paused.

"I really am sorry, but after all the stuff that happened, I didn't think you'd want to talk to anyone anymore."

I sighed. "I guess you're right, but right after mom died-"

"What? Sean?... Oh shit, I-I thought you knew..."

What is he talking about... I wondered.

"Malcomb?? What are you talking about? You're scaring me."

"That's why I called you, because...Ohhh! That's why she didn't want to call you her self, because you didn't know."

"MALCOMB!"

"What? Oh sorry dude, lost in thought."

"Who wanted to talk to me?"

"Mom does."