Until Death Do Us Appart // Septiplier

chapter four

"Mark get up ye lazy basterd"

Mark groaned and turned over.

"Neveerrrr"

He mumbled sleepily.

"Ugh fine well I am."

Mark turned back over, his eyes still closed and he wrapped his large arms around Jack.

"Nah ya not"

"Maaaaarrrrkkkk"

Jack struggled but Mark held on with ease. Eventually Jack gave up, turned to face Mark and kissed him on the nose. Mark opened his eyes a little, to form the percent cheeky smile.

"And how the tables have turned."

Jack thought about being mischievous back but he decided against it, instead he curled up next to Mark's abbs making him worry.

"You've never complied before you OK?"

"Mhmm. I just love ye so much... I'm also tired."

Mark chuckled.

"I love you too Jackaboy"

They layed there like that in silence for a while before Mark spoke up.

"Who was that Simon guy, and why is he a dick?"

"What? What made ye bring this up?"

"I'm curious."

Jack sighed. Mark figured this was obviously a touchy subject for Jack.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want too"

"N-no its fine... Ye have a right to know.... Simon is my ex.... He.. Well he said it was how relationships were supposed to happen.... But being with ye I find it's not... I used to have to stay in the house all the time... I wasn't allowed to go out... I had to make him food and get him drink.... I wasn't allowed a say in weather or not I wanted to.. Y'know..."

"Yeah I understand"

"I basically had to abide by every rule he made... We were together fur years. At first I hated it but then I loved it sounds crazy I know but it's a proper routine, way of doing things... But I was terrified of him.... He'd just come onto me suddenly and it'd be scary.. He'd be loud and threatening and if I didn't let him then he'd force me.... And for a week I'd have to stay in the basement with a bucket and some water..."

"So he raped you then starve you in a basement!?"

Jack kind of flinched at Mark's strong words.

"Yeah.... I guess..."

Mark kissed the top of Jack's head.

"Baby I'm so sorry"

"It's fine Mark... What's done is done..."

"But the damage is still there."

Jack looked down

"We're both a little broken aren't we...."

Jack nodded.

"I understand where yar coming from... I'm scared of being alone too."

"We're broken in many ways. But it's better to fix than to forget."

~~~

Jack was pacing the kitchen, his hands on his head and breathing shakily. He was having a panic attack. He had already text Mark to come home, he needed him so much. And as if on que Mark came through the door and placed the paper shopping bags onto the table. He set down his car keys and shut the door.