I Miss The Real You (Septiplier)

Do It

Mark's POV:

I did anything I could to get him away from Jack. Listening to Jack scream like that? I hurt me. That was my torture. Seeing him in pain was my stab wound.

"Have you chosen yet," He leaned down and whispered in my ear. "Daddy?"

"I told you. I don't need to pick. We can just leave."

He walked behind me and I curled my hand. His hand ran under my chin. I glanced at Jack. His breathing got heavy again. His face was bleeding just as much as his shoulder and leg were. He was shaking. He was cold. Yami caught my eye and stomped back over to Jack.

"God fucking dammit." I muttered.

Yami pushed Jack back in the chair by his shoulder. Jack breathed in through clenched teeth. I'm guessing Yami was digging his fingers in his shoulder again. He lifted up the knife and traced it on Jack's stomach and up to his chest. He screamed and my ears rung. Tears started rolling down my cheeks again. He hovered the knife under Jack's chin.

"Do it." Jack growled on the verge of tears.

"PLEASE!" I screamed. "STOP!"

Yami turned and glared at me. "Why should I?"

"You don't have to hurt anyone! Say you killed Jack," My voice cracked while saying killed. "What would you do after?"

He raised his eyebrows.

"Then I definitely won't want you!"

He shoved Jack backwards and trudged to a table behind him. He grabbed the gun and loaded it.

"Aaron what are you doin-"

He shoved the gun into Jack's head.

"I want you to fucking choose. I'll give you one minutes."

My mind raced. What was he about to do? What if I chose Jack? I didn't want either of them to die. Why would I? I looked at Jack. His eyes were wide and his breathing was fast.

"Time's up."