Hide Me, Mark {COMPLETED}

NO MORE

(A.N. Before we start, thank you so much for even clicking on this! Septiplier is my life, and I don't write a lot. I'm also writing on a phone, so excuse the hiccups! Without further ado, here's your book!)

(Jack's P.OV.)

"Get off of me you drunk!" I shouted.

"No one will EVER love you Sean! No one! I'm the only one that loves you!" He said holding me close. I could smell the alcohol all over him. He unzipped his pants and pulled his member out. He forced my head down and threatened me with a knife. I didn't want to die today, so I complied. I hate myself for ever falling for him. I had a plan to escape with 100 bucks and it car tonight. I finished what Logan wanted and cried in the bathroom. I texted Wade.

Jack: Wade can I come stay with you and Bob for a while?

Wade: Sure, we have a guest room. Everything okay?

I didn't reply, and instead I cried harder. Everything was not okay. I heard pounding the door.

"STOP CRYING AND BE A MAN SEAN! YOUR SUCH A WUSS!" Logan shouted. I quickly wiped my tears and knew when i walked out I would be greeted by bruises. As soon as I unlocked the door, Logan busted in and pushed me against the wall and smacked me. I could feel my mouth bleeding. I spit the blood out to the side. Logan smiled. I felt tears running again. He licked the tears off of my face and then proceeded to shove is tongue into my throat. He got what he wanted out of me and told me to go back to my room. I complied and locked the door behind me. It was now 7:30 P.M. and I was ready to leave. I packed a duffle bag of clothes, $115 dollars I had been saving, and I grabbed my plush septic eye that I named Sam. It's like a little kid with a teddy bear.

(Wades P.O.V.)

Why didn't he answer? I wondered. Must've been Logan again. I knew Sean has been having some trouble with him for a while, but told me it would be fine. I just hoped that my best friend was okay.

"Hey babe?!" I yelled.

"Yea?" replied Bob.

"Do you remember Mark?" I asked, hoping Bob still had his Skype.

"Yeah. I have his Skype still." Thank God. "I can text him for you,"

"Ask him if he has for a friend of ours to hide from a bad person for a little bit, please,"

"Okay??"

I knew Bob knew after a little bit. It isn't the first time Sean's had to hide here, but he's been caught the past few times. So Mark should hopefully say yes, and I'll drive Sean there so he can hide.

"He said he'll help any way he can!" Bob yelled. I texted Sean (a.n. Sean is Jack!)

Wade: Hey drive over I have a newer place for you to hide but hurry!!

Jack: On my way.

Perfect.