Into My Arms ○Septiplier○

Chapter 2

I was scared of going to school today. I didn't want to see Mark's reaction to yesterday. It also had to be the first time I saw my dad in a few days. It looked like my parents just had a fight. Yeah. A fight, I'll just tell Mark they argued a little bit, and my dad went to go let off steam.

I was approaching the school when I noticed Mark sitting underneath the flag. Oh god. My heart was racing so fast I thought it would have exploded. I pulled my hood up to see if I could walk  by unnoticed, but that didn't work. He grabbed my shoulder, flipping me to face him.

We didn't exchange any words, except when I told him we needed to get to class. He really looked like he wanted to say something, but I'm kinda glad he didn't.

The day went on, and Mark didn't say a word to me. He sat by me at lunch, but nothing came out of his mouth. All he did was watch me. There was never a moment he took his eyes off of me.

I finally escaped his gaze when I went for the locker at the end of the day. It felt a little lonely, but kinda nice. That's up until I left the two front doors. As I walked out, I made about 3 paces until a large hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me along. Who's hand you say? None other than Mark Fishbach's.

"M-mar—"

"Shush." He interrupted me. Why? We weren't even heading in the direction of his house . . . We were heading toward . . . MINE? No, no, no.

"Mark please don't—"

"I said, shush." He stopped me from talking once again. We walked and walked, him dragging me along by the wrist until we made it to my house.

He didn't even ask if it was open but he barged through the door.

"MRS. MCLOUGHLIN!" No, no, no he can't do this. I don't want him to.

My mom came in slumped over with a bottle of whiskey in her hand.

"You . . ." She slurred. "You look like a good kid. Don't let my faggot of a son bring you into his hell hole." No. Oh please Mark don't ask—

"Why do you call Jack a faggot? If I may ask." Oh Mark why. I couldn't help but let out a choke. And fall to the ground.

My mom laughed as she spoke. "Look at him! He's a homo. A pathetic homo who made his father leave me. Every night, he goes out with that woman. And it's his fault." She spat my name.

I couldn't be here. I didn't want to be here. I dashed out of the room as fast I could, up the stairs and into the bathroom. I made sure to lock the door behind me.

I could here my mom yelling words that I couldn't quite make out.

That's when I heard sirens.

Then the knocks.

And my mom running out the back door.

There were noises outside for an hour before I heard someone coming up the stairs. There were knocks, and Mark's smooth voice floated in my ears.

"Jack. Come out. I need to speak to you." I was hesitant to open the door, but I did. Mark yanked me out, and I fell flat into his chest. He walked with me down the stairs to a policeman and yanked my shirt up to reveal my bruises. I don't even know how he knew they were there, how he knew anything.

The policeman turned to me and started speaking. "As I suspected. Your brother had some bruising as well." No, he didn't. Mom never hurt him. Did she? "Anyway, seeing as his suspicions were true, this young gentleman requested that you stay with his family, until your life gets back on track. Your mother had been arrested, and your brother agreed to stay at a rehab facility. Your father's location remains unknown. Any questions."

"Uh . . ."

"Well then, have a good day officer." Mark closed the door behind him and turned to me. "You should've told someone."

"Why. Everyone is a stranger. Why didn't you make fun of me or be angry at me when my mom called me a homo? See strange." I looked at the floor.

"I may be strange, but I'm not a stranger. If you had talked to someone about it, Maybe you would have realized how many people around you are gay as well. Like me for instance. I am about as straight as the surface or the moon. My friends? They're all gay. I even dated some, but we just decided to stay friends." I looked at him in awe. No one has ever told me anything like that. I thought being gay was bad.

Before I could stop myself, I jumped up ink Mark and hugged someone for the first time in awhile. I felt like the happiest person in the world.

"Jack?"

"Y-yeah?"

"Let's go home."

A/N this chapter is much shorter, but aaaaaaaah I'm proud of it. Love y'all <3