Jacksepticeye Imagines

Apology

I am so, so, so, SOOOOO sorry. My computer has been so on the fritz that I considered spending actual real money to get it fixed.

Until my brother did it for free.

So, here's a chapter to make up for my mistake.

This was the last time it would happen. If he smacked me or anything of the kind again, then I would have no other choice than to leave.

"Jack," I would plead, "Please, I''m sorry, just don't hit me again."

And other times, he would force me to cooperate in rough sex. Like, chains and whips and scars.

I didn't know how much longer I could tolerate this....

"Oh, baby...." Jack's slurred voice sends chills down my spine. He's drunk again.

Instantly, I jump to my feet, sprint to the panic room, and lock myself inside.

I could hear his footsteps thundering outside, back and forth. They reminded me of those of an extremely nervous elephant, if I ever saw one.

Then, out of nowhere, I heard a strange clicking sound.

And the panic room door opened.

Jack slouched over me with a maniacal grin on his face.

"Where you been, babe?" I could barely make out what he was saying, but I managed.

He yanked me to my feet and forced his lips to the surface of mine. He even tried to shove his tongue inside my mouth.

I just needed to get away. I just needed to leave. I needed to escape.

Surprising even myself, I jerk myself out of his arms and sock him right in the jaw.

The part I didn't expect was the return fire.

His face grew red hot and angry. I saw his hand raise and it whipped me across the cheek.

I fell to my knees, clutching my cheek, in which I could feel my racing pulse.

"I'm so sorry," I heard out of nowhere, and I looked up. The man that had just previously smacked me had tears streaming down his cheeks.

Who was this man and why had he replaced the abuser that I had married? Not that I was complaining, but.... ya know.

He bent down to my level and cradled my reddened cheek.

Carefully, he scooped me up in his arms and we headed to the bedroom. I hoped we weren't going to compete in rough sex, especially right now, when I was so confused.

He laid me on the bed, on my side, and brushed the few strands of hair out of my eyes.

"I'm so sorry," he cried out again and he sobbed.

I honestly didn't know what to do, so I simply wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him, like we used to when we were young and foolish, but the good-kind of foolish, not the bad kind.

He accepted my hug, and allowed me to scoot closer until we were skin-to-skin, cloth-to-cloth.

It felt nice, being like this again. I almost hoped that things would stay like this, but I could nearly guarantee that everything would change back to being violent and hostile.

I hoped not, though.

His eyes tightened around my waist and the small of my back, until there's not a single molecule of space between us.

"I missed this," I accidentally whisper.

He glances down at me and smiles. 

He smiles. It's the first time he's done that since.... God, I can't even remember.

He closes his eyes and his grip on me loosens. I close my eyes before opening them upon a single thought.

Is this my chance to be free?

Could it really be this easy to leave all the abuse and the hurt and the pain?

But wait. If I leave, and this isn't just a fluke of Jack's avid personality.... Wouldn't I be leaving the person I love the most?

I consider this decision for a long few minutes, because it could either save my life or kill me forever.

............

Screw it.

I rest my head back down on the pillow, where Jack's green hair is splayed out between the pillow and one of his small ears.

I kiss his forehead and murmur, "I love you, Jack."

I promise to never consider leaving again.

Hope you guys didn't mind me using Jack as a bad guy, at first. I had an idea to make an alternate ending, so hopefully, that should be up soon.

But I will see you guys later.

FM