A Stupid Stupid Ex ~ Septiplier : BOOK 2 STUPID STUPID SERIES

Twenty

Jack pov

I sighed, humming "Just A Dream" by Nelly. I was drawing on the wall with a stick of chalk Ma had given me. I was drawing Mark, my angel. If only he was here, to break me free from this awful place. I lifted me head away from my work when I heard a thump upstairs. Ma and Signe must be drunk again. I rolled my eyes, coloring in Mark's iris's. Another thump. I groaned, standing up and walking over to the dreaded metal door. I listened closely. "THIS IS THE POLICE!" I gasped, stumbling back.

"GET OUT OF HERE! I'LL CALL SECURITY!"

"We have reason to believe someone is trapped down here, ma'am!"

"THAT'S HER! WHERE IS JACK YOU WITCH?" I gasped. Mark?!

"HELP! HELP ME!" I yelled, pounding on the door. I heard more thumps and grunts upstairs, and the door swung open revealing the man I wanted to see the most. "MARK!" I practically fell into his arms, him hugging me tightly. I winced from my bruises but not even a bullet wound would keep me from his warm embrace. Holy BALLS that sounded cheesy. I could see an officer hurrying down the steps.

"Young man, are you alright?" He asked.

"Y-Yes," I mumbled, sobbing into Mark's shirt. Mark whispered sweet nothing's into my ear, rubbing circles on my back.

"Good. We found two women trying to keep us away from here. We are driving everyone down to the police station for questioning." He said, having me pull away from Mark so he could wrap a blanket around my shoulders. "But we will take you to the hospital first."

"Can I please go with him?" Mark begged, wrapping his arms around me again. The officer sighed.

"I'm sorry Mr. Fischbach. We need to question you, but you can see Mr. Mcloughlin after. Mark whimpered as a female officer walked downstairs, escorting me away from them. I was shaking by the time we passed my Mother and Signe, who were being held back by officers. The woman led me up stairs and out of the hotel, the sunlight nearly blinding me.

When we got to the hospital, a nurse brought me to a hospital room. "My name is Ron, what's yours?" He asked, getting some equipment.

"J-Jack." I mumbled, wiping the tears out of my eyes.

"Well, everything is going to be okay Jack." He ran a few tests and apparently I had a serious lack of nutrition and needed sleep. Also, I had a broken rib. He said he would bring food in shorty, and I should try to rest. So I got under the thin blanket and instantly fell asleep.