Demons {Septiplier}

Chapter Eleven

Trigger warnings: Abuse, homophobia, rape(mentioned)
This chapter is what Jack went through when his dad picked him up. Extreme caution. I will let you know when the scene is over, if you so desire to skip it. there will be a lot of !!!!!!! When it's over.

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Chapter 10

Jack's POV

The moment I heard someone yell Sean, I knew what was coming up. I knew that something bad was going to happen. I looked up at Mark, walking away, "Text me when you get home," then I ran. Once I got in the car, father rolled up the windows. Directly after, he started screaming at me.

"What are you? Some sort of faggot? Kissing men? Are you a fucking slut?" He slapped my thigh, hard, causing me to flinch, "We're going to go home, and you're gonna get it," right then he drove us away. I looked in the mirror to see Mark running towards our way, and I hope to whatever was out there that Mark would stay safe. We pulled into the driveway, where there was another car. I could feel my body start to shake.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. His friends are here.

This was going to be bad. I opened the door, apparently he was already out because he grabbed my arm harshly, pulling me. Any harder he would've dislocated my arm. He pulled me in the house before pinning my arm behind my back. I cried out slightly. I felt his breath on the back of my neck, "Why weren't you home when I got home you little faggot?"

"I-" Wham. He kneed me in the lower back, causing me to wince again.

"Don't fucking speak to me, you fucking bitch."

I made the mistake of trying to pull away, he basically tightened his grip, picking me up just the slightest and throwing me on the ground, "You wanna try getting away from me again you little whore?" I felt his hand collide with my face. Instantly, warm liquid began gushing from my nose. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to cry, "Awe, is the little whore going to cry?" His foot met with my gut, causing me to curl slightly, "Don't fucking move!" He screamed at me, repeatedly hitting me anywhere he could, "Stand up!" It took me a second, but I managed to get on my knees. I felt a hand wrap around my neck and lift me all the way up before pinning me to the wall, my hand were on his wrist, trying to pry them off. He took my head off the wall slightly, then slam. He did that repeatedly till I started seeing stars. Everything was spinning but he kept going. I could feel the blood trickling down my neck, and I knew I was going to die soon. He dropped me, I was gasping for air, when I looked up at him, I saw double figures. He left me for a little bit, and I thought i was safe to get up. I tried. I tried very hard to stand up, but I couldn't. Once I tried, and he came in, something smashed beside my head. I felt the glass on my hand, and I looked down at it. I was so confused, what was going on? Once I looked back up, something smashed along side my head.

Darkness.

(((!!!!YOU ARE GOOD RIGHT NOW!!!!!)))!!!!!!

When I woke up, I was in bed. Everything was off of me. I had no shirt, no pants, no boxers nothing. Though everything was still blurry, I could make out a few things. I felt this killer pain down I looked over to see one of dad's friends buckling his belt before walking out... Wha?

I tried moving, but there was so much pain. I covered my mouth and screamed into it. It hurt. Everything hurt. I cried a little, okay. More so a lot. I was in so much pain. I felt like I was dying. I tried looking down, and blood. So..So much blood. I saw some glass on my side, and I pulled it out with a muffled cry. After that, I stopped making a sound, stopped moving.

A car, I hear a car. They're leaving!

I heard it pull away, and that's where I forced myself to move. I cried, and cried while I rolled over to my side. Making myself fall off the bed because I couldn't support with my legs. I searched for my pants, army crawling on the floor before finally finding them. I got my phone from it and dialed Mark's number. The line picked up, and I instantly spoke:

"M-Mark.." I shook, "I-I need help. Fuck, I feel like I'm dying," I felt like I was dying. My vision was blurring out again, and I couldn't breath very well, "M-mArk," my voice croaked, "Help me. "

I heard banging from outside the house.

I lied there. Naked. On the floor covered in my own blood. Is this how my life will end?

At least I got to be happy for a little while..Right? I met Mark.

I felt everything slowly dimming, before I heard screaming that didn't belong to me.

Then everything went dark.

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A/N. Hey guys, I'm sorry about how bad this chapter turned out, it was supposed to turn out so much better, but I may or may not have triggered the fuck out of myself. I promise, there will be some lightning things in the next chapter!