(Jack's POV)
Ironic isn't it? Me, I've loved and respected my father for so long, but here I am. In a cabin, in the woods of Ireland, so far from him, but not far enough. "Hey, Jacky, do you need anything from the store?" Mark asked.
"Not really, but bacon would be great," I replied, thoughts scattered in my head.
"'Kay, see ya," he whispered, then placed a small peck on my lips. He left, and I was lost once again. 'Maybe I really am broken. I'm a little lost broken boy..."
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Wherever This Broken Road Takes Us-Septiplier
FanfictionI'm continuing a book called 'Red is the Color of Sin' created by @gorehippie and co-written by @lala_leah. Mark and Jack have left Jack's abusive father, and fallowing there way across a road. Lie is full of surprises, but they find it's more of a...
