heart strings

chapter 10

Mark's POV

I hung up the phone and sprinted out the door as fast as I could.

My husband needed me.

Where could he be?

His mom...alive??

I could barely process this myself. 

Why would she do this to him?

What did he do to deserve this, from his mom of all people.

I shrugged off the thoughts bouncing in my head.

Concentrate on finding Sean.

Jack's POV

I was in a daze. I stumbled around not really sure of where I was going.

I couldn't believe it, I wouldn't believe it.

People were staring at me, thinking I was a drunk. Maybe I was. I couldn't tell.

I stopped walking every 10 minutes to sit and cry.

Why does this have to happen to me? Haven't I suffered enough?

I need to go see her. I wish she would have stayed dead. Things would be so much simpler.

Mark's POV

I ran downtown and I checked all the bars. I asked around. No one had seen him.

I came across a small Irish bar. Of course. 

I gave a weak smile.

Oh Sean, you always were so very Irish and predictable. 

I walked in and spotted him almost immediently.

He was sitting at a table in the far back, alone, with a drink in his hand.

I swallowed hard and walked over to him.

"Hey Jack..." I started.

"The f*ck do you want Mark?"

"Uhm...I was just wondering when you were going to come back home... we have to pick up Trina from school in an hour or so and..." I trailed off.

"Does it look like I give a shit?"

I was taken aback.

He would never say crap like this, he must be drunk. 

I don't tolerate drunks that well. 

"Fine. Well, I'm going to go pick up my daughter."

I turned around and began to walk away.

Jack's POV

His daughter? When the hell did we start claiming shit as our own?

"You dickwad, she OUR daughter." I shot back

Mark stopped walking and spun around.

"No, because HER other father isn't here right now, I'm talking to some f*cking drunk who knows nothing." He continued to walk away. 

My face lit up red.

"YOU ABSOLUTE HAIRY SHIT FACE GET BACK HERE DON'T WALK AWAY FROM ME." I yelled.

I started to get up, but he already was running out the door.

"F*CK YOU, I DON'T NEED YOU ANYWAY!" I yelled at him. 

The owner of the bar was coming over to me with a dirty look. So I scramed out of there as fast as I could.

What a big bitch. I don't need him to find my mom. I pull out my phone and called Malcomb.

Mark's POV

Good thing I got out of there before he could see me crying. 

What was I going to tell Trina? 

I walked home with tears streaming down my face.

I don't need  him, I hope he never comes back. 

Screw you Jack.