Let me help you

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Jacks POV

                I left Marks house and walked home. I climbed up the tree by my window and snuck in. I closed the window quietly. I sat down and texted Mark. 

           Jack: "hey sorry I left earlier

           Mark: " are you okay?" 

           Jack: " I'm okay" 

           Mark: "I'm gonna go eat dinner I'll text u later tonight" 

           Jack: " okay" 

My dad barged into my room and started yelling at me, "DID YOU BACK TALK YOUR MOM THIS MORNING?!?!" I got very scared and froze. "ANSWER ME!" "I had to get to school..." "SO YOU DID BACK TALK HER?!" "N..no." My dad walked over to me and grabbed the neck of my shirt and dragged me down the stairs. He slammed me into the wall and yelled for my mom. My hands were shaking like crazy. I could already feel the tears forming. "BE A MAN STOP CRYING!" My dad yelled hitting me constantly. My mom came in with beer and she looked so mad. She started screaming at me. "YOU ASSHOLE OF A CHILD!" "Mom I'm so s..sorry." "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" My mom smashed a beer bottle on the floor leaving cuts on my leg. My mom smashed a beer bottle into my shoulder and arm. I winced in pain "GET YOUR ASS UPSTAIRS AND DONT COME DOWN!" My mom yelled. I ran upstairs to the bathroom and cried. My phone rang. It was Mark he wanted to FaceTime. I answered tears falling down my face. "Jack what happened?" "Nothing" I couldn't stop crying. "Jack really what happened?" "My dad hit me..." "Jack what else happened?" "My mom threw a bottle at me..." I showed him the scratches on my leg and my arm. I started to pull the glass out of my arm stop every few seconds to try and stop the pain. "Jack come stay at my place for a little bit." "No." " Jack you can't stay there and keep getting hurt." "Mark stop I don't want your help." "Jack let me help you!" "I don't need your help!" I started to cry even more. I hung up on Mark and continued to decline his calls. I wrapped my arm and went into my room. I cried myself to sleep that night. 


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