Until Death Do Us Appart // Septiplier

chapter two

Mark woke up the next morning and sighed. He rubbed his face with one hand and reached for his phone with the other. He saw he had a text, he opened it, it was from Jack.

Seán McLoughlin - Hey Mark, it's me Seán / Jack. I was wondering if you wanted to come over for a cup of coffee this afternoon? Or go out maybe.
Sent 3:42am

Me - Hey Jack, I didn't forget you, you know. And sure I'd like that. But what you doing texting me at 3 am?? X'D
Sent 10:23am

Mark put his phone down again and yawned it rang again, he put on his glasses and saw that Jack had replied straight away.

Seán McLoughlin - I was on break at work and you were on my mind.
Sent 10:24am

Me - What's your job??
Sent 10:24am

Seán McLoughlin - I work in a bar.
Sent 10:25am

Me - As in at the gay bar I picked you up from??
Sent 10:25am

Seán McLoughlin - yeah
Sent 10:25am

Me - that's pretty neat
Sent 10:26am

Seán McLoughlin - not really... Are you busy like right now?
Sent 10:26am

Me - no why?
Sent 10:26am

Seán McLoughlin - do you mind if I come over like right now??
Sent 10:28am

Me - sure is everything OK?
Sent 10:29am

Me - Jack???
Sent 11:07am

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Mark only had PJ bottoms on, he didn't even have his glasses, he left them upstairs because he took them off when he washed his face. He was walking downstairs when he heard a knock at the door. He calmly went to answer it, it was Jack and he looked sad and afraid. As soon as he saw Mark open the door he leaped into his arms, Mark was shocked but still returned the hug.

"Jack. What's the matter?"

Jack was incredibly tense, like he'd been scared to death. Mark waddled inside a little bit then shut the front door. Jack looked like he was an inch away from crying.

Mark pryed Jack off him and sat him down on the couch. He grabbed a blanket and poured Jack some black coffee, it was just as well that Mark was boiling the kettle. He went back to Jack, put the blanket over him and set the coffee on the table next to the couch.

"What's the matter Jack?"

Mark was getting a little frustrated that he couldn't help his friend.

Jack replied eventually and when he did, his voice was raspy and shaky, as if he'd been screaming.

"I-I... At work.... He was there and.... M-my side..."

Mark frowned in confusion, lent towards Jack and lifted up his black shirt with short sleeves, it was obviously what he wore as a uniform as he also had black trousers and a work pass on them. Mark saw that there was a massive bruise on his side and a slightly smaller one on his ribs, he felt himself getting angry.

"Jack."

He said sternly.

"Who did this to you?"

Jack didn't answer, instead he turned away and closed his eyes.

"Jack!"

He flinched at Mark's harsh tone and looked at him, he was shaking now and looking like he was about to cry. Mark's expression and vibe softened.

"Oh... Jack I'm sorry... I didn't mean to scare you I just... I didn't want the person who did this to get away with it... You don't have to flinch away. I'll never hurt you."