Quietly Suffering

Chapter 2- Cosplay

Mark's POV

I went to the bathroom and changed into the Joker's clothes. I had a plan to leave or do something that would keep me away from that psycho. The moment I walked out, Amy had my vlogging camera and recording me with an evil smirk.

"What are you doing?" I ask, gripping the stick.
"I'm recording our little cosplay,baby." She cooed and licked her lip. 
"But I have red hair." I complained cutely.
"Oh baby! We can rearrange that!" She picked up some green hair dye and I instantly thought of Jack.
"No! I'm not dying my hair permanently do some stupid cosplay!" I yell and her smirk turned to a frown.
"Oh? Then I think I should tell Jack you hate his ugly hair! He would never talk to you again!" The threatens, walking closer, still holding my camera.
"No. You're not... Because there are ropes right there and I have a weapon. You can't do shit!" I snap and she puts the camera down, turning it off.

"That's no way to talk to the love of your life! I give you these wonderful clothes, and a roof over your poor little head... But you treat me like this?" She picks up her bat and I hold my stick up in defense.
"You're the one that abuses me all day! Now it's my turn!" I swung at her but she dodged.

She swung her bat swiftly and hit me in my side, sending pain through my now burning lungs. She swings again but I knock the bat out of her hand. It flies across the room and she stood stunned. I became hesitant to hit her... It just didn't feel right. Then she lands her fist square in my left eye and kneed me where she hit me before. She picked the bat while I was on the floor wheeping like the weak idiot I am.

"You make me do this baby! I'll show you mercy this one time but when we go to the Creators Summit, you won't see you friends for more than 3 minutes. Understand?" I was too busy choking down tears that I couldn't answer.
"UNDERSTAND?" She kicks me in the same place for the third time, tripling the intense pain.
"Y-yes! Can I please go now?" I asked, eyeing my phone.
"Oh. Sure. Go tell your freak you love him because for now on he won't hear from you." Amy watched as I snatched my phone and ran out the door.

Then I stopped to look back at her.

"By the way... Jack treats me 20 times better than you do so, maybe you're the freak." I slammed the door and walked to my room.

I felt like I was about to puke. My lungs were burning. My eye felt like it was about to explode. I went to my mirror and saw a small trickle of blood come out from under my eye, which was good except for the fact that I have to wear something over my eye now. By the time the summit comes up, it'll be swollen shut anyway. Then, I raise my shirt, but first a shot of pain sprung through my eye. Welp. Now I know I can't look down. Noted.

Finally, I pull my shirt up and there was a large black and red bruise showing around my unusually noticeable ribs. On the verge of tears once more, my eyes search around my body at every single pain filled cut and bruise. Now the tears were flowing. The worst part about all of this is that I can't talk to Jack.

3 days later

I haven't uploaded a video since that incident in the basement. I never texted Jack back because I didn't know what to say. He probably thinks I'm mad at him or something. I just couldn't bring myself to talk to anyone for 3 days. I now had stitches under my eye and it was all patched up. Thankfully, my ribs are better, but I haven't been eating often out of depression and the sheer sickness I feel once I start chewing. This isn't right. She can't just keep me from Jack like this... But I'm keeping myself from him.

I pick up my phone. 92 messages. 58 missed calls. Jack was really worried, but my mom, brother, and the rest of my friends had called or messaged me.

I check Twitter. 4,000 notifications. Fans were demanding answers. I couldn't tell what's going on because Amy will get mad. I haven't even seen the tip of her anger yet. Then suddenly she slams the door harshly.

"Didn't say you could use that!" She snatched the phone out of my hand and looked at it disgusted.
"The summit is in 2 weeks... Can I make sure Jack and my friends know I'm coming?" I asked quietly.
"Ok. And your fans because I'm gonna be on the panel with you." She walked out, dropping my phone on the ground beside me.

I picked it up and within seconds of sending, thousands of replies came in. They were mostly fans saying how happy they are that I'm ok... But really. I'm not ok. I'll never be ok and I'm ok with that.

After that, I texted Jack, Arin, Felix, Bob, and Wade about everything Amy has been doing on a group chat. I took 2 pictures. One of my eye and one of my horrific bruise that was almost unbearable to look at.