heart strings

chapter 9

Mark's POV

 I flicked my eyes up from my phone and saw him start to fall. Jack stopped and started to fall backward.

"Sean!!" I leapt up and caught him and sat him in a chair.

"Are you ok baby?" 

He looked breathless. "Sean...?"

Jack's POV

"Sean? You ok dude?" Malcomb asked.

I could barely process this.

Mom...she's alive? How? Why? Why didn't she tell me? 

I still didn't process it, but rage set in.

I was so calm it was scary.

"Why didn't she tell me?" I asked calmly.

"Mom? Oh she didn't want to hurt you."

"And by not telling me, that wouldn't hurt?"

"Uhm...I didn't make that call man. But she wanted to-"

"Tell her I don't want to see her. Ever." 

"But Sean..."

"Talk to you later Malcomb."

"Sean wait-"

I hung up.

Mark's POV

Jack was talking to Malcomb about something, something that bothered him.

I have never seen him this mad.

Jack was eerily calm as he hung up the phone.

"Sean?..."

No response.

"Do you want to-...to talk about it?"

I placed my hand on his shoulder and started to rub it.

"It's ok if you don't want-" I was interrupted

Jack brushed my hand off of his shoulder and abruptly stood up. 

"Sean, c'mon..." I said pleadingly.

He grabbed his blue sweatshirt and left.

The door slammed with a hard finality.

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I thought about going after him, but I decided against it. Jack needed to blow off some steam, from whatever happened.

After 2 hours, I got really worried. 

Where could he have gone?  Where could one go at 12:34 in the afternoon?

He wouldn't do anything drastic... would he? 

I couldn't tell if he would do anything crazy because I didn't know why he was upset. I had to find out.

So I called Malcomb.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Malcomb, I don't know if you know me, but I'm Mark, Jack's-I mean Sean's husband."

"Uhm..."

"Look, I don't care what you think about Sean right now, I need to know something."

It took him a little while to respond.

"What do you need to know."

"Why was Sean so upset after you talked to him on the phone the second time?"

"Why?"

"Do you really care?"

"Yes, he is my brother." 

This guy is really pissing me off.

"Just tell me god damnit!"

"Tell me why you care!" 

I gritted my teeth.

"YOU IGNORED HIM FOR 15 YEARS, DON'T GIVE ME ANY OF THAT SHIT." I yelled into the phone.

Silence.

"His mom."

"What about her, get to the f*cking point."

"Alright, Jesus, his mom never really died. So she had me tell him she wanted to talk to him."

I froze. Oh my god. Jack always told me how close he was with his mom. How could she do this to him?

"Malcomb, thanks but I have  to go Sean could be in serious trouble right now."

I hung up the phone and sprinted out the door.