Jon x Mark (I have no idea for a title.)

Chapter one

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It was a normal day in the house, Jon getting constantly beat up by Eduardo, Mark sitting in his room almost all the time. Mark usually put earplugs in his hears to stop from hearing the chaos from Eduardo and Jon. He never really did anything about it, since he surely didn't want on Eduardo's bad side. He has been wanting to get in the fights before, but didn't. Mark went out of his room for the second time that morning, and saw Eduardo and Jon sitting on the couch, far apart. Eduardo usually didn't harm Jon when he was doing almost nothing. He would only harm him when he did something he didn't like. Jon had been taught that once he did something wrong, he deserved all his beatings he got when he did it. It would be mostly an accident if he did something wrong though. Sometimes Eduardo just hurt Jon for fun. Jon was covered in bruises, getting new ones everyday. Mark didn't like Eduardo in all, Mark thought he was a full JACKASS. He would kill him if it wasn't for Jon, Jon wouldn't have anyone left if Eduardo was dead and Mark was in prison. Jon thought a lot about Eduardo, but Eduardo surely didn't care a bit for Jon  He didn't understand that Eduardo hated him, It would be really depressing to say that to him. So I guess they just kept it to themselves. Eduardo would probably say it to him, but as far as Mark knew he hasn't. He hoped he don't either. Mark walked to the kitchen, and Jon joined him. It was snowing outside, and was a bit cold outside. Jon got to the hot chocolate machine before Mark. Jon got a cup of tip water, and put it in the machine. He waited for it to make the water really hot and after that, he held the button on the back of the machine. He got the water in a cup and poured it in a mug, then added the hot chocolate powder. He stirred it and then walked to the living room, to sit back on the couch, but while doing that he had knocked into the kitchen table, spilling the hot chocolate all over him and the kitchen floor AND, breaking the mug. Mark knew what was going to happen next, and Eduardo immediately looked over at Jon. You know what? Mark thought. I'm gonna join in on this one. See how Eduardo likes getting HIS ass beat. Eduardo stopped over to the kitchen, looking straight at Jon. "Are you THAT fucking clumsy?!" He asked Jon as he punched Jon, straight in the face. "I-I'm Sorry!" Jon sobbed. Mark's heart was broken. This was fucking pitiful. Mark went behind Eduardo, grabbed his shoulders and slammed him into the kitchen floor. "DON'T FUCKING TOUCH HIM, EDUARDO." Eduardo got up, with a furious face. "YOU STAY OUTTA THIS, THIS ISN'T ANY OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS TO MESS WITH THIS." "Listen, Eduardo. This abusing shit is stopping. NOW." Eduardo held Mark's sweater collar, and tried to punch him, but Mark caught his fist, twisting his arm. Eduardo groaned  madly, "STAY OUT OF THIS, YOU BLONDIE!" Eduardo yelled before throwing Mark in Jon's direction. Jon screamed and moved out of the way and Mark landed with a crash on the table. Mark was making a motion with his hands, clearly telling Jon to run. Jon did as Mark said, and ran outside of the house. He didn't run far though, he only went outside and sat down, crying, hugging his knees as he heard crashes, yells, and shattering in the house. Jon raised his head as tears ran down his cheeks. He saw that some of the snow was red due to his bleeding, caused by Eduardo. He sit and sobbed for a while until his head was full of worries. His stomach was churning with fear, he had a huge lump in his throat. He finally couldn't stand the coldness, or the worrying thoughts, so he ran back in the house, into his bedroom, slamming the front door, and his bedroom door. He jumped onto his bed and started crying into his pillow. He heard a huge crash, louder than usual. He raised his head up from hit wet pillow, got off his bed, and peeked through his bedroom door. They were on the table. Mark was on top of Eduardo, ready to hit him with a wine glass. 
((Authors note: I just realised all of this is happening because Jon dropping a mug, damn.))
Eduardo was grabbing Mark's balled up fist, making him unable to hit Eduardo. Eduardo saw Jon and turned to look at him. "LOOK WHAT YOU FUCKING CAU-"Eduardo was interrupted by Mark putting his hand over Eduardo's mouth, making him unable to speak. Mark slammed Eduardo down on the kitchen floor, face down. Eduardo screamed in pain as Jon's cries became louder. Then Mark finally smashed a wine bottle over his head. Wine and glass went everywhere. Eduardo passed out, and Jon was terrified. He locked his bedroom door and proceeded to lay on his bed, his sobs getting more silent. 
Jon's P.O.V.:

This really was all my fault... Eduardo was right. If I wasn't so clumsy, this wouldn't have happened. He wouldn't of got hurt like this.. Mark wouldn't have had to do that to him.. He still didn't have to. I just wish he had leaved him alone and let him hurt me.. I deserved it.. But it was very thoughtful and nice of him. It wasn't worth it for me though.. 

Mark's P.O.V.

I can't believe what I just did... Eduardo is knocked out, wine and glass is everywhere, and Jon is scarred for life, probably. We are all in pain.. I remember when we was all friends.. Back when we were kids. Me, Jon, and Eduardo. We was the bestest friends... Now, It's ruined. I ruined my only friendships. 
No P.O.V.
Tears began to stroll down Mark's face as he was thinking about his childhood with his friends. He just wished everything was like that again.  

((well im done for the night. i have a big sad ding thats gonna pop up spoilers ;v; fun fact I edited a shit load of this a while ago, but my laptop died and didn't save dah bitch.))

He wished that they were just friends again like back then. Mark sniffed and went to his room and fell asleep, forgetting about his worries.  Jon remembered that he had a knife that he had snuck in his room one day. He kept thinking about what Eduardo said, what he said about this being all his fault. Jon kept thinking and thinking about his words, and slowly grabbed the knife hidden under his bed, crying silently. He rolled the sleeves of his shirt up and slowly made slits on his wrists, as he cried onto his bleeding arm. Mark had a nightmare and woke up with a silent squeal. He went to the kitchen to see if Eduardo was still passed out, and he was. Mark made a sigh of relief. Walking back to his room he heard Jon's sobs. He peeked through Jon's bedroom door and gasped as he slung it open. "JON!!" He yelled. Jon jumped and screamed. "MARK!?" Jon's bed sheets was covered with his tears and his bright red blood. Jon tried to cover all the evidence up but failed miserably. Mark stood in shock. "Jon..." Mark said quieter. Mark walked towards Jon. Jon's tears rolled down his cheeks. Jon tried to push Mark away but was too weak. Mark didn't know what to do. He was just too shocked to do anything. "Jon.. Why did you do that?.." Mark replied softly. Jon lowered his head and began to cry harder, laying down, not showing Mark his face. Mark got on Jon's bed slowly, wiping away Jon's tears. "Jon, tell me why you did that.." Jon slowly got up, sitting on his bed, hugging his knees. "Why did you do that, Mark?.." Jon said quietly. "I-I don't know what you're talking about?? Knocking out Eduardo?" Jon slowly nodded, not facing Mark, but facing down. 

(AUTHORS NOTE!: okay so uh, im sorry i have not updated this in a lONG TIME. but again there is sorta stuff happening rn, (depression and etc) ;; anyways ill soon update this! also, i cant believe people like this and actually want more?? why this?? why 31 views??)

"I- Jon, he would've abused you even more than you were! Do you LIKE to get abused?" Mark said in a firm voice. "It's NOT abuse, Mark. I deserve it for doing what I do." Jon firmly said, looking in Mark's eyes. "Jon, what do you mean "For doing what I do"?! You didn't do anything to him!" Mark started to yell. Jon put his face in his hands for a few seconds. Mark didn't change his face expression. "It's my fault I'm so stupid!" He screamed, tears streaming down his face as he brought it back down, his hair in his eyes and his fists to his side. Mark's face loosened up, as he slightly frowned. He bent down to Jon's level and slowly raised his face up with one of his hands. "Jon." He said softly, forcing himself to smile at him. Jon opened his eyes and blushed a bit, still crying. "You're not an idiot.." He said, softly hugging him. "The only idiot here is Eduardo." He said, not letting go of Jon. Jon sniffed, sobbing into Mark's shoulder. "Eduardo isn't an idiot.." He muffled. Mark got off Jon and held both of his shoulders and looked at him, Jon kept looking down. "It's just that nobody understands him.." He sniffed again. "Remember in elementary? He was always talked about by everybody." Jon's lip quivered as he spoke. Mark ran to the bathroom beside of him and got some toilet paper, then proceeded to wrap it around Jon's arm with band-aids as he was speaking, but it turns out, he was done. After a few seconds he finished it. "You just proved you were wrong." He said, standing up. "You're not an idiot, but he still is because he chose to take his anger out on you. It's not your fault."