My Sexy Teacher (Septiplier)

Part 18

Jack's P.O.V.

Police cars quickly arrived at our house minutes after the incident.

As of this moment, Dean is in the hospital with minor injuries, soon to be sent to jail for a few nights for violence against family members or some shit, ma is being interviewed and Mark has his arms wrapped delicately around my thin frame as I sit lightly atop his lap, grasping tightly at his work clothes, silent tears streaming down my cheeks as I pray to god that everything will be ok.

Mark was running his fingers through my coloured hair as I nestled my face into the crevice of his neck, comforted by the scent of his soft cologne, now fading from the long day we had faced together.

"Mark Fischbach," a policewoman called from the other room, her face poking slightly out of the doorway.

Mark stands up, making sure I'm comfortable in the warm chair he was in not long ago, looks around to make sure nobody is watching, kisses me lightly on the forehead and makes his way towards the kitchen door.

I glance dreadfully around the room, feeling miserable at the loss of contact and body heat my boyfriend was providing. I don't think anyone will be too suspicious of the fact I was cuddling my teacher while sitting on his lap, but if anyone is, we'll convince them it was for purposes of comfort after a traumatic night, and send them on their merry way.

A tall wooden bookshelf filled with various authors stood heavily near the stair case. The wall, along with the floor, are wooden. Table, wooden. Chairs, wooden. Practically everything in this goddamn house is made out of some kind of wood.

Sitting up a bit, I let my head rest on the back of the wall, stretching my neck out and closing my eyes peacefully.

This room that I'd loved so much-the wooden room, the one filled with memories of my mother helping me with my homework, my father smiling and surprising us with special dinners that were so very seldom... Some of my favourite books were read in this seat, snuggled up warmly with a blanket and a cup of steaming tea.

Yes, all those lovely memories are now completely ruined. Ruined by my uncaring, un-accepting, selfish father.

"Seán McLaughlin," the woman poked her head out once more, her dark brown ponytail swaying lightly behind her head. She was a pretty woman, but definitely aged.

I stand up, rubbing my eyes and letting out a tired yawn before making my way to the kitchen. Mark was still seated at a stool and I took the one right next to him without direction.

"Umm, alright. Seán, I just have a few questions for you and I want you to answer honestly. Okay? This won't take long." The woman said with a raunchy voice, a sweet smile taking the form of her thin lips.

I nodded my head.

"Mmk, did your father, Dean, ever do anything like this before now?"

"Do you mean like attack me..?" I asked, slightly confused at the question.

"Yes."

"Oh, ok. No, he's never done anything like that before, but he's gotten extremely angry and yelled a few times." I said looking down, remembering that shitty night with my shitty grades.

She nodded her head slowly, writing something down on her paper.

"And do you know the reason he attacked you?"

Staring at her wide eyed, I didn't think I'd have to tell a policewoman the same thing as I did my parents, all in the same night...

"Yes, I do. I was coming out as gay to my mom and dad, and Mark was here for... Support..." I answer, almost honestly, pointing over to the red head.

The lady smiled slightly. "Well that's pretty brave of you then." She said proudly.

"Oh, thank you..."

Asking Mark and I a few more questions, she switched us back and fourth, until eventually, we got to the end of our little interview.

"Alright, we're done. I'm sorry this took so long, we just needed to know what happened from everyone's perspective and keep documents."

She wrote one last thing down, and set the board on the counter behind her, standing up. We followed suit and waited for permission to leave.

"You two are free to go, we'll be back with further details soon." She said, waving her hand dismissively.

"Thank you ma'am," we said in unison, walking out of the doorway.

I saw my mother talking with a policeman, using her hands to explain everything, just like she always does when she's nervous or upset.

Mark and I walk up to the two, giving them each a small smile. Susie pulled us both into a tight embrace, which must've been quite awkward for Mark seeing as he's my fucking teacher and they just met.

"Mark, I'm so very sorry you had to get caught up in all this... It's insane. I never thought this would happen..
And especially to my husband. He's a good man, trust me. Just surprised,"

She turned to me after patting him on the shoulder, reassurance practically dripping from her voice and fingers.

"And Jack... My precious boy... I'm so sorry, and I'm so, so proud..." Silent tears fell from her closed eyes as she hugged me tightly.

"Thank you.." I muttered... Hugging her back.

She pulled away, wiping tears from her eyes. "I'm going to talk to your father about this. We're going to counseling for his anger and such. I'm not having it. If he's not going to accept you for you, he's out." She said, surprising me greatly with her words.
I nodded slowly, taking in everything she had just said.

"And one last thing," Susie took Mark and I's hands and dragged us out of the building, standing underneath the star filled night sky. It was cold, and my teeth began chattering slightly as I wondered what on earth she could want.

"Mark, why did you come with Jack to come out to his parents? I know it wasn't for reassurance. I saw you grab his hand under the table. I saw you whisper so closely into his ear. Why did you come?" The woman asks sternly, letting her hands wander down to her hips, where she then placed them permanently.

I looked up at Mark, who suddenly wrapped an arm around my waist and smiled warmly.

"Mrs. McLaughlin, your son and I are dating. I know it's against school rules for a student to date a teacher, and if course we didn't mean for this to happen, but it did. And we're both extremely happy." I blushed at how wonderful my boyfriend was with words, happily smiling at my mother and not caring what she thinks at this point, although slightly hoping it will be good.

"I'm fine with that. As long as you're both happy, I'm happy." She said with a beam, once again wrapping her arms around the two of us and jumping up and down like a fangirl of some sort.

"Actually Seán the more I think about it, the more I think about how cute you both are together!" Susie squeals, running inside with flailing arms.

"Looks like we got our first fan.." Mark said jokingly, before kissing me lightly on the lips, ending the night with wonderful sensation that nothing else is capable of beating.

Everything will be okay.

1313 words, including this bitchezzzzzz This chapter was so much fun you guys, I really hope you liked it(: I've been trying to upload music as well but it hasn't been working so sorry bout that. I think we might be nearing the end of our little book but idk:/ we'll see(: I'll also have other books I'll be writing and stuff so don't worry~! By buy bye my dudes lol