Fix Me (Septiplier) || The Boy Trap Book 2

Chapter 1 - Jack's Prequel

Jack remembers every important day in his life.

Every heart-wrenching, painful occurrence that made him who he is. The person he doesn't want Mark to know. The person Mark needs to fix.

Oh, where to begin...

February 7th, 2000

That's the day Sean was born.

When a child is born it's wonderful, a new human to experience the wonders of life and the beauty of the world.

That's the day Sean ruined everyone's lives. Especially his own. And he had just been born.

"Ma'am, we've been doing some blood testing on Sean." The doctor stood by Mrs. McLoughlin's bed.

"Yes?" She asked, worried something may be wrong with her child.

"Mr. McLoughlin?" The doctor regretfully looked to the man in the corner. Sean would grow to look just like him.

"Is something wrong?" He stood up from his chair and walked to his wife's side.

"Well," The doctor cleared his throat and took a deep breath, "Sean does not have the same DNA as you. Or any trace at all." The doctor spoke solemnly. Mrs. McLoughlin's eyes were wide as she looked to her husband.

"Honey, I-" Her husband stepped back in disgust.

"This isn't my child?" He spoke quiet, but his voice was just as venomous.

"I don't know, I-" She was interrupted once again.

"Who's kid is it?!" He raised his voice slightly. Mrs. McLoughlin shook and tears slipped down her cheeks. The doctor turned and left the room.

"WELL MAYBE IF YOU WERE HOME MORE OFTEN, I WOULDN'T BE SO ALONE!" She shouted. They went on yelling for a few more minutes until the baby woke up and started to cry.

"I can't believe you." Mr. McLoughlin went to pick up the baby. He cradled Sean gently and gave him a kiss on his forehead. He whispered a quiet 'I love you' before setting him down and walking towards the door.

"Y-You can't leave me alone with a baby!" Mrs. McLoughlin shouted desperately.

"He's not my kid." Mr. McLoughlin said as he left the room.

April 20th, 2003

"Sean! Stop that!" Caitlyn shouted at her son. He was once again laying flat on his bedroom floor. He was hyperventilating, screaming, tears streaming down his face. His panic attacks started at such a young age.

"Sean! Please! Let me just enjoy my holiday!" She shouted at her 3-year-old. It was Easter, but today just the same as any miserable day between Sean and Caitlyn.

"SEAN! SHUT THE FUCK UP!" She shouted and threw a pillow at him. Sean squirmed and cried louder. Finally his mother left the room and slammed the door.

After a good 20 minutes Sean calmed down. He weakly pushed the pillow off of himself and sat up. He picked up one of his toys, a little teddy bear named "Teddy". It was the only one who would play with him nicely, and he loved it so much.

July 22nd, 2005

Behave. Be quiet. Be scared.

That's when the abuse started. Pills and bottles littered the house. It was a surprise Sean was still alive with all the chemicals everywhere and the bruises on his sides.

He clawed at the pantry door, trying to reach the handle. He finally managed to pull it open. Food was everywhere, and Sean grinned happily. He snatched a box of cereal and tried to eat some, but his mother yanked it from his hands.