✓But Daddy~ *Septiplier Fanfic* [Editing]

One Week Later

Jack's P.O.V.
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It's been a week since Mark and I had that phone call. His voice was still so vocal in the back of my head, probably because I was watching his videos a few hours ago. It's been a pretty bad week. But his videos seemed to cheer me up. It was nice knowing someone still cared.

Signe and I have been fighting everyday and she was beginning to get abusive. She been beating me from the neck down using anything from his fists and feet. Shw once hit me over the back with a wooden chair. It was messy but didn't hurt as much as getting kick in the stomach.

She told me that if I told everyone that they wouldn't believe me. That they'd never believe that a shy, cute girl like her would never be guilty of doing such a thing. She always has a way of getting inside my head. And the worse part is; I'm starting to believe that she's right. I just need the right time to tell everyone. Then someone can help me. Mark can help me.

I sigh looking at my computer screen. I was doing a livestream when I remembered all the painful things that Signe has put me through and something snapped in my head. I stare at my camera, my sight going in and out of focus from the slight unconscious feeling that was coursing through my body. I think she's gone, probably out shopping or something. I stare at it for a moment, mind mind racing as I feel sweat drip down my face from seriousness.

Marks P.O.V.
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I was watching Jack's Livestream in the comfort of my own home, on the couch wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. Even though it's 2:00 in the morning I could helo but want to see how he was doing after the phone call. After the big break up and everything. All of his fans already knew they broke up, so it wasn't a big surprise during the stream that he would just pause. It was common that if you've been in a relationship for so long thag you become in shock when you face reality. Poor little guy is probably loosing it. Everything was going smoothly when his face dropped. I looked at the screen of my phone.

"Jack?" I question even though Jack couldn't hear me call out for him.

Jack's eyes started to fill with tears, his face turning a soft red as he starts breaking down. You could tell he didn't want to do this on camera but he just couldn't help it. I shot up out of my bed. Jack started whimpering as he curled up into a ball on his chair.

"You guys believe me... Don't you?" I heard him say looking at the camera, one hand keeping his body in the fetal position and the other hand gripping a chunk of his lime green hair.

His voice was raspy and filled with sarrow as I glance at the comments, which were going crazy. Over a thousand comments basically saying 'Whats wrong Jack.' 'Jack, What's going on?' 'Calm down!' over and over again in different ways.

I grabbed my second phone that was just for personal use and started typing Jack number in when I stopped as I heard him speak

"Mark... Sh-she..." He took a long pause and looking away from the camera.

He stood up and walked away from the camera for a second but came back in without his shirt on for me to see that his whole chest was covered in bruises. They varied from blue to black to a soft yellow from old one's that were starting to heal. My eyes started watering just from the sight of this happening. I had heard about things like this but never once would I ever think I'd actually see it.

"Singe and I have broken up, as you guys know... A-and... God she's going to kill me if she's sees this She's... Been abusing me..." Jack said starting to cry again.

I call Jack's phone. I hear it ringing. He looks at the phone and a big smile comes across the Irish boys face. He taps the phone softly before bringing up to ear gently, as if he were scared I was going to start yelling.

"Mark. You're watching?" He says before picking up.

"Jack! What the fuck!" I say loudly.

"Wh-what?" He asks softly, taking the phone about with a soft whimper.

"Why didn't you tell me that she beat you up?" I asked with a soothing voice, trying to contain my anger.

"I-I was going to..." He said.

"Grab the rest of your shit, go on a plane and come a live with me. Fuck her. I want you here in two days MAXIMUM!" I yell not being able to help but be protective

I look at my phone to see him smiling.

"O-okay. Bye."

"And Jack..." I say before he hung up.

"Yeah, Mark?"

"I care about you. Don't let anyone treat you like that." I say.

"I won't... Bye."

"Buh-Bye!" I say hanging up.

I look at my phone to see Jack telling his fans the stream will have to be postponed. I stand up and walk out of my room. I have a guest room to set up.

Hey guys. Thanks for reading. Love ya. SEPTIPLIER AWAY