Not What He Seems (GoogleplierxJack)

Chapter 8: Police -Jackson_is_away469

(A/n: hi I'm Jackson_is_away469. I'm going to be writing this chapter for Why_dont_i_work. Please read bottom A/n. It's extremely important and about her)

Jack POV

My eyes widened in shock as I felt his lips against mine. I couldn't move because he pressed his entire body up against mine, pinning me to the wall.

My thoughts rush at a million mph, but one question stands out over them all. Why is he doing this?

Then it hits me. The alcohol. It said in the guide that there would be glitches if he had some.. He didn't have some, he had 6 cups of it.

I try and struggle, but his grip doesn't slacken. He finally pulls away after a minute, leaving us both panting.

"M-Mark... W-What're ya doing?" I ask, looking at him with a little fear. There's no telling what he'll do when he's drunk.

He raises an eyebrow. "Is it not obvious what I am doing? I am claiming what's mine so no one can ever try again to take you away."

My face turns bright red. "M-Mark! W-We're not e-even dating!"

"But you wish we were."

I try to lie and say I don't, but he cuts me off. "Don't even try to lie to me, Jack. I've been programmed with the most high-tech sensors in the world, I am able to sense your feelings. I have sensed that you've had the feeling of want towards me for a while now. Why are you trying to avoid it?"

I look at him in shock. He's known this entire time?! "W-Well.. Can you even feel that?"

He chuckles. "Of course I can, Jack. I can feel anything a normal human would feel."

I turn away, embarrassed. "S-So... You feel that way..... About me?"

He looks confused. "Have I not expressed that enough?"

I take a shaky breathe. "A-Alright, I'll admit it.. I do like you.."

Mark smiles softly and kisses me again, this time I don't fight back. He lets go of my wrists and I wrap my arms around his neck.

It was strange.. It didn't feel like I was kissing a robot.. It felt like I was kissing a normal person. My eyes flutter shut. I wonder why...

The moment was perfect, until suddenly,

Mark gripped my arse cheek.

I quickly jump away from him. "M-Mark! What the hell?!"

He looks confused. "Isn't this the part where couples engage in sexual intercourse?"

My face flushes even more red. "N-No! Mark, we just started dating! People usually wait until later!"

He chuckles, smirking. "Then I will wait for you to be ready."

I turn away from him, my blush not leaving my face. "D-Don't count on it anytime soon.."

He just chuckles, wrapping his arms around me from behind.

Suddenly, we hear someone knock on the door. Mark mirrors my confused expression. Who could it be? It's too late to be a salesman, and I didn't invite anyone over.. So who?

I open the door, and my breathe hitches in my throat as I see who it is.

It was the police.

They look me up and down. "Sean McLoughlin?" The first guy asks. I nod my head.

"My name is Ben Terry, and this is Julian Morris. We just need to ask you a few questions. May we come in?"

I nod, standing aside to let them in. I lead them to the couch, me and Mark sitting on one side, Ben and Julian sitting on the other.

Ben speaks first. "So, me and Julian work in the missing people's department. Have you heard about the three missing girls?"

I nervously nod.

Julian speaks next. "We talked to some of the people who had seen them before their disappearance. Witnesses say that they saw you fighting with them at the park. Care to elaborate?"

I let out a shaky sigh. "Well, me and Mark went to the park that day. I had to use the restroom, so I left him alone for a minute. When I came back, they were all over him. We yelled back and forth for a bit until they eventually left. We didn't see them after that..."

That glance at Mark before turning back to me. "Why didn't you call this in?"

"We weren't sure if it'd help at all..."

Julian takes something down on his note pad. "I see. And do you have an alibi?"

My eyes widened. "A-A what?"

Julian sighs impatiently. "An alibi. Did someone see you sometime, somewhere else during the murder?"

"W-Well, we were on the phone with a friend of mine from 8-10 that night."

"Name and number?"

"Felix Kjellberg, xxx-xxx-xxxx..."

Julian writes it down, then slaps his notebook shut. "Thank you for your cooperation."

I freeze as he says this. Wait a second...

They walk to the door. "Have a goodnight, you two." They then leave.

I look to Mark. "D-Did you hear what they said?"

Mark has a grave expression on his face. He doesn't talk for a while. "I'm sure it's nothing." He finally says. He then grabs my hand, leading me upstairs. "Let's go to bed. It's been a long day."

I almost have to take two steps at a time to keep up with him. What's gotten into him?

Mark pulls me into the bed, almost clutching onto me. I furrow my brows in concern as he hides his face in my neck.

"Mark? Are ya ok?"

"Yeah.." He mumbles, loosening his grip on me. "Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry."

I nod, hugging him back. We soon fall asleep.

Little did I know of what was to come.

And little did I know what role Mark had to play in it.

(A/n so if you've read the update on Why_dont_i_work's smut shots or the hunt, then you probably know what happened. Her best friend killed herself about two days ago. She's in a very dark place, so I offered to update for her. Please give her support, she really needs it right now. Thanks for reading and I hope you don't mind that it's not her.)