May I Have This Dance

Chapter 15

Two Months Later

December 10

Jack's POV
I'm slammed up against the locker after school. Since Mark had to retake a test I decided to hang out until he was done. However that wasn't such a good idea since now I'm pinned to a locker. The combination lock is pressed onto my back sending pain to that place.
"What did I say about being around him," Lucas says through gritted teeth.

"Get off of me jackass," I say pushing him off of me.
Lucas then grabs me by the neck and lifts me up on the lockers. He presses me to the metal doors while struggle to break from his grasp.
"I told you to not be anywhere near him. I guess one ass kicking a day isn't good enough of a way to beat it into your head."

"You don't own me, or him," I struggle out.
Lucas chuckles and punches me square in the stomach. Then let's go of me which is when I get sent to the ground. I'm on my knees holding my stomach.
"You didn't listen so now you pay the price."
Once those words leave his lips I gt kicked in the jaw. Which then follows some punches to the face and upper body. The pain brings tears to my eyes and even though I want to retaliate, I don't. Just for the fucking sake of Mark because if I hurt his precious asshole of a liver he'll get pissed. So I just take it. With one last kick to the stomach he grabs my hair and lifts my head up to him.
"Do you understand the rules now?"
I don't say anything and he grips my hair tighter. Lucas pulls harder and it feels like I'm going to gt it all pulled out.
"Do you understand?!"

"Y-yes."
He then throws my head onto the ground and runs out the door. I lay here with blood running from my nose and the pain in my stomach still present. Without even thinking tears spill from my eyes. Why does love have to actually hurt? I guess it's what you do to keep the other happy and safe.
"Jack!"
Mark's footsteps get closer and closer to me. He bends down and examines my face. Weirdly enough this is the first time he's actually witnessed me physically this hurt for the two months this has been happening. Mark holds my face in his hands and his coffee eyes are full of worry.
"I-I'm fine."

"Jack you are bleeding and crying. You are most definitely not fine. Come on let's get you to the bathroom."
He helps me up and I follow him to the boy's room. I sit on the sink as he gets paper towel. Mark helps me clean up my face and dries my tears by telling awful puns and pick up lines.
"There's the smile I need to see."
Once I'm all good in the facial region we leave to go retrieve my backpack. I sling it on my back and walk beside him to his car. Which is the only one left besides a few others. I open the door and slide into the passenger seat. Mark just looks pissed as ever.
"Tell me who did it so then I can kick their ass," oh what a sight that would be.

"You won't."

"Yes, I will. Now tell me who."

"No."

"Either you tell me or I will force it out. Jack, you're my best friend and I will protect you no matter what. Now tell me wh-"

"It was Lucas!"
Mark then stops the car on the side of the road. He looks at me with what seems like a mix of disgust and anger. Which I hope is toward Lucas.
"Jack, tell me who did it."

"I just did!"

"Stop lying and tell me!"

"I'm not lying! Lucas kicked the fucking crap out of me today and for the last two months! Why don't you believe me?!"