The one with a gun. (COMPLETED)

Day 9: My scars

Warning: Slight sexual harassment, and A LOT more blood. If your not into that stuff, don't read.

~Jack's POV~

I woke up the next morning to something laying beside me. Looking over to find it was Mark.

I jumped up quickly and quietly headed out of the room, hopefully he didn't wake up.

I went downstairs to find Gizmo laying on the couch, still asleep. I smiled and started walking to the kitchen, getting my daily cup of coffee. Siting down and thinking wasn't a natural occurrence in my life, especially since I met Mark.

The papers said that he has attempted to commit suicide, and he has again just yesterday.

All the red made me shiver, coldness running up my spine.

"Enjoying your coffee Sean~?"

A pair of arms wrapped around my neck and jerked me off the chair. Glad I set my cup down before this happened.

The pair of arms went down to my waist, and pulling me closer to him.

I jumped out of his grip and ran back to my chair, but not sitting down.

"Now, that's no way to treat someone who is insane, is it Jack?" Mark teased

I only stepped back further is possible. Wanting to make a run for it.

Mark stepped closer to me, grabbing my wrists and pulling me upstairs to my bedroom.

I saw him grab something on the way there, couldn't point out what though.

"You're gonna be a good boy, okay? You don't wanna misbehave do ya?" Mark said

We made it to the bedroom, hoping it wasn't what I thought it was.

He opened the door and closed it behind me throwing me on the bed, and locking the door as he walked over to me. He sits on top of my waist and pulls out a knife.

"Told ya, you shouldn't dis behave with me Jackaboy~."

He lifted my shirt slightly just to my ribcage, searching my body for something.

He took out the knife, as if ready to strike but only so the tip was touching my side.

"You do what I say, you obey everything I say. Got it?" Mark said

That oh-so-familiar grin took place right in its spot again.

Mark slowly put pressure into my skin, the knife digging deeper as my ear piercing screamed filled the room. The knife going about a haft an inch in.

As I begged for him to stop he only kept going, making one line, two lines, three lines, four. Then he stopped pulling the knife out with my blood staining the once shiny steal.

Yet again, more blood spilled out of my system. Seeing blood spirt out like a fountain.

"Mark please..why are you doing this? I manage to get out. Feeling tired as my body fell into unconsciousness, making out what Mark had said before hand.

"Because I can.."

~Time skip~

I woke up with a major headache. I look around and attempted to get up.
I incredible amount of pain went into my side, as I remember what happened. I pull up my shirt to look down at the stained gauze, that needed to be changed.

I finally get up, slowly but steadily. I make my way to the door, and open it slightly. I look down the hall and see the bathroom door open. Mark walks out with a towel around his waist, looking up at the open door that I was standing in. I blush profusely, just staring at his muscular body. I walk away almost immediately, hearing footstep come closer behind me. I just walk to my bed and sit. I turned to the door, expecting Mark to come barging through it. But he didn't.

I couldn't lay back down on my bed, mostly because of my wound, which still needed to be changed out. Instead I just close my eyes laying back on my head board of my bed.

I heard the door open and close but ignored it. Didn't even realizing I ignored it, I was way to tired to open my eyes. I felt so..calm.

Cold hands grabbed my wrists and pins them to the bed again, Mark coming close to my ear and whispering something in a deep, seductive voice.

"See anything you like?" Mark teased with a smirk

I couldn't move, my hands tried to move but trying to fight Mark would be a huge mistake.

Mark only made his grip tighter around my wrists, the blood flowing through them stopped.

I looked into Mark's eyes and stared at them, with a look of fear.

"You know what happened when you misbehaved? You don't want that to happen again, do you? I told you obey me. Your not being a good little Jackaboy, now are you?"

I layed still, still looking into Mark's chocolate eyes. They looked beautiful, so warm, but he knew Mark himself was the opposite.

"N-No." I stuttered out

I was afraid to speak, fear of Mark taking my words the wrong way.

"Good boy. Now, let's go change your gauze."
He helped me up and to the bathroom. The floor was soaking wet, I almost fell.

Mark got the gauze out of the cabinet above the sink, and tore off a piece.

"Lift up you shirt." Mark demanded

I lifted up my shirt right up to my ribs, not wanting to go any farther.

"Why don't we just take it off?" Mark asked

He looked at me with a smile. That's exactly the opposite of what I wanted to happen. But Mark put his hands at the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head, revealing my toned body. It wasn't as good looking as Mark's, but I was still pretty good looking.

"That's better..lets get this thing off." Mark said

He started to pull it off, and I winced in pain. He went slower trying to make it at least painful as possible. I wondered why he was being so gentle with my body now.

Once he took it off, he traced the lines with his fingers. I hesitated to look down, hoping I wouldn't throw up right then and there.

I stared a it, it was upside down so it looked like a "W". Then I realized what it was.

It was an "M", plastered into me. Like Mark had marked his territory. I was about to scream but couldn't, couldn't find any words. I just felt tears in my eyes. I tried to rub them away. But heart felt kisses rubbed them away for me.

I looked up at Mark who had just kissed away my pain for a second, but realizing he was the one who caused the pain.

"Don't worry darling, it will only be there forever."