Save Me Please! A Septiplier Fanfic.

Chapter 2

     Jack grinned as he raced across the airport and up to a man standing in the main lobby. He ran straight up to Mark and found himself wrapped in Mark's strong arms. He backed away and grabbed his suitcase.
     "So. Do you wanna go to my place right away, or do you want coffee or something?" Mark asked as he took the suitcase away from Jack, their hands brushing slightly.
     "Nah. I'm good. Jetlags a bitch though." Jack joked. The two walked out and up to Mark's waiting car.
     As soon as they arrived at Mark's house, Jack jumped out and walked up to Mark's doorstep. The Korean walked up, lugging Jack's suitcase behind him. He quickly unlocked the door and walked in. A large golden retriever pounced on Jack and knocked him over. Mark laughed as Jack struggled to shove Chica off of him. Mark managed to pull his dog off the Irishman but, in the process, fell and landed on top of Jack. Both men blushed when they realized the situation. Jack quickly scrambled out from under his friend.
     "When's everyone else showing up?" Jack asked in an attempt to break the awkwardness that surrounded them.
     "Mattias said he's looking at tickets. N-Not sure yet." Mark answered.
     Jack nodded and, picking up his suitcase, walked up to the spare bedroom. He curled himself up into a ball on the bed. He was beginning to get worried. He hadn't told Dylan he was leaving. Who knows what his boyfriend would do to him. Suddenly his phone dinged again, multiple times.

Texts from Dylan.

Jack?
JACK
WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU
You better come home right now Sean
I mean it.
I WILL hurt you Sean.
GET THE FUCK BACK HERE
Youve gone to stay with a friend huh
Who're you staying with?
FUCKING ANSWER ME DAMMIT
You just wait until I find you.... I'm gonna have to punish you for this.
Babe, please come home.
Fine. I'll find something else to do

     Jack shook as the messages got more and more cruel and threatening. His breaths became quicker and shallower, causing him to feel like he was being slowly suffocated by Dylan.... again. He heard a faint door opening and saw a blur moving towards him. Jack whimpered, thinking it was Dylan. The blurry person sat next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. Jack grabbed onto the person's shirt as he began to calm down and recover from his panic! attack. A/N Didja get the reference?
     "You alright Jack?" Mark asked with care in his voice.
     "Y-Yeah. I'm f-fine M-Mark." Jack stammered.
     "Okay.... So Mattias just told me that everyone's on their way here.  Bob and Wade are gonna show up tonight or somethin..."
     Jack nodded, letting go of Mark's flannel. As Mark stood up, he felt something press down against his hair. Jack looked up, Mark smiling and leaving the room.

A few hours later

     Bob and Wade had arrived and were unpacking in their room. Meanwhile, Mark and Jack sat on the couch watching Chicago Fire A/N Don't ask. My mom's obsessed with that show on Netflix. Jack sat on the edge of the couch, an anxious look on his face. Mark smiled at his friend, leaning back on his couch.
     "You okay Jack? It's just a TV show buddy."
     Jack nodded, forcing himself to relax a bit. Mark silently scooted over next to the Irishman. He glanced over at Jack who was playing with the scarf on his neck.
     "Seriously Jack. What's wrong? And... what's with the scarf?" Mark asked, sounding suspicious.
     "U-Uh, N-No reason M-Mark. It doesn't matter anyways." Jack replied, his eyes darting back and forth in a panicky way. Mark shrugged, realizing he wasn't going to get any other information out of Jack, and turned back towards the TV. Soon after, Bob and Wade entered. They sat on the smaller couch and began watching the TV. Bob asked Jack about the scarf, Jack hastily responding with a 'nothing' and running to the bathroom. He pulled the scarf off, revealing hand marks, scratches, and rough hickeys all over his pale neck. He cringed at the marks caused by Dylan.
     "Why? Why me?" He whispered to himself.
     He shook his head, staring at his worried reflection.
     "Why can't I fookin tell anyone?" He asked himself.
     Because. You're worried about what he'll do to you. You don't want Mark to know what Dylan does to you, that you love your best friend more than your own boyfriend! He doesn't even like you, I know he doesn't! He pities you, that's all. HE'LL NEVER LOVE YOU!
     "No. That's n-not it. It's not." He whispered. He left the bathroom and snuck into his bedroom, hoping the voice in his head would leave him alone...

Back in the living room...

     Mark looked around, trying to figure out where his (secret) crush had gone.
    "Um, guys? I'm gonna go and look for Jack. He's been gone
awhile." Mark told his friends who were practically asleep at this point. He checked all of the bathrooms and bedrooms, all except Jack's. When he peeked inside, he saw Jack in his bed, curled up like a small child. He smiled at how child-like Jack looked. He then walked to his room, climbing in bed still smiling.

Hey! This chapter's shorter than usual, but I thought that was a good ending.
What is the voice in Jack's head?
Will Mark ever find out what's wrong with Jack?
Will the readers murder Dylan after this chapter?
Who knows.... you'll havta read to find out!

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