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"Aren't you a pretty thing?" (SEPTIPLIER): ©Skiller0Dani

I got a pretty positive response to part one so this is part two of "I won't hurt you." Let me know if you want more parts! 

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Song: Bad Romance by Lady GaGa  

PART 2/3

~DaNi

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He couldn't believe that this would happen. He couldn't even bare to think that Jack didn't trust him. That Jack didn't want him. Mark felt like he couldn't breathe as he desperately searched the darkened street for Jack. He couldn't leave him out here by himself, no matter how much Jack didn't want him.

"JACK!" Mark yelled, hoping the Irishman would reveal himself to Mark. Mark didn't know what he did wrong. He knew he upset Jack, and he'll do anything to fix it. Mark loved Jack, that much was obvious. 

Jack hid behind the close gate of a house as Mark passed by him, still frantically searching for Jack. Jack didn't know how this always seemed to happen to him, his heart seemed to be battered and torn. Jack wanted to trust Mark, he really wanted to trust Mark. But he'd been there before, blindly trusting and was never going to do that again. He'd decided a long time ago that he won't let anybody in, that way he can't get hurt. Mark moved past him and when the coast was clear, Jack emerged from his hiding spot. He didn't know where he was going, but he knew he needed to leave. So he carefully wandered towards a cluster of bright lights outside the neighborhood. Mark was still looking, Jack knew that so he'd have to be cautious. Jack knew that he would break down if he were to feel Mark's warm touch again. He hugged his arms around himself as he found himself crossing a street towards some buildings. His eyes scanned over the street signs until a neon sign read: BAR. 'Why the fuck not?' Jack thought as he stepped inside. 

Mark gripped his dark hair as he began feeling incredibly panicked. He couldn't find Jack, what if Jack was hurt? Or dead? Or kidnapped? Or being tortured? Or lost? Mark's mind ran through so many horrid scenarios as he looked around the dark street. He was so in love with Jack he felt his heart breaking the longer he went missing. He seriously wanted to call the police, but Jack had only been gone for about an hour. Mark knew he was overreacting but he couldn't help it, Jack had walked away so upset. If something bad happened to Jack, Mark would never forgive himself. 

Jack leaned against the wooden bar, having worked out that during the nights this was a gay bar. Fine by him, he just wanted a drink...or ten. He is Irish, it'll take him a little while to get drunk. Jack was looking down at his Whiskey, swirling the liquid around in the glass when he felt a presence by him. He looked to his right to see a disgusting looking older man leaning into him. Jack instinctively leaned away from the man, who wore a stained shirt and a nasty graying beard. The man smirked seductively at Jack, who felt gross just looking at the man. 

"Well aren't you a pretty thing." The man slurred, leaning closer to Jack. Jack leaned away from the man once more. 

"Please leave me alone." Jack said steadily as the man bit his lip. Jack shuddered out of disgust as he realized this man was trying to seduce him. 

"Oh come on, let me buy you a drink. I'll leave you 'lone after that." The man slurred, rubbing his hand up and down Jack's arm. Jack swallowed before nodding, willing to do anything to make the creepy man go away. 

Mark stumbled back to the house, feeling tears roll down his cheeks as he was sent yet again to voicemail. Jack wasn't ignoring him because the phone would ring a long time. Mark sank to his porch, hoping that Jack would come back and he'd be able to hold him again. Mark's mind still couldn't help but mull over every single bad thing that could be happening to Jack right now. All the ways he could be dead. He refused to think about the worst thing that could be happening, Jack was fine.