Jack's POV
I sat at my desk, my head in my hands and tears in my eyes. Its been nearly two years since me and Mark were forcefully separated by my parents.
They found out I ran away and called the police. I haven't been allowed to leave the house at all. I was forced back to Ireland where my parents screamed at me for being disrespectful and locked in my room.
I didn't have any form of contact to anyone, not even Mark. My mum found out about us being true loves and took away all my pens saying that I deserved to be lonely for the rest of my life since I was a 'faggot'.
They put a restraining order on Felix and his family along with anyone and everyone else that ever helped me.
I've had several panic attacks and even some anxiety attacks every now and then and let me say, its not pretty.
My parents are always screaming at me when they're home, telling me all the trouble 'I' caused them. They don't even see what they did to me.
They don't see all the scars I got from being captured all those years ago or even the new ones I gave myself because of the loneliness.
I couldn't stand being here and no one would listen when I tried to call out.
I haven't eaten in god knows how long and only been forced to drink by choking on tears. I was a mess. I haven't showered in a while now but I don't care. No one cared....
Mark's POV
I lay on my bed crying. I still can't believe Jack is gone. I tried writing to him but after a while he stopped writing back so I gave up. I miss him so much.
I've resulted in locking myself in my room all day and only coming out every couple of days to get some food and refilled some water bottles. I didn't have much if an apatite but I still forced myself to eat.
It tears me up not knowing if Jack is still alive or not. Its horrible. I just want to see his face again, hear his voice, kiss his lips. Anything.
But I can't. And I never will be able to again...
(Crying already dammit)
Felix's POV
I sadly walked over to Mark's house. I have been trying to get him to come out of his room and talk but nothing has been working so far.
So instead I just sat with my back against the door. I knew he was awake because I could hear him crying beyond the door.
"Mark?" I called out, my voice harsh from the lack of sleep I've had. No answer.
"Mark, I know you're in there. Please, I just want to talk. You don't have to come out," I said as tears welled in my eyes.
I know its been two years but I still couldn't get over the fact that Jack was gone. He was teared away so harshly.
~le flashback~
We were all at the park. Cry was sitting on my lap as we talked to Mark. Mark was laying down with Jack sleeping on his chest. They were so cute together.
A policeman walked up to us with a solemn expression on his face. He glanced between us all before clearing his throat.
"Is any of you Sean McLoughlin?" He asked in a deep chilling voice. Jack only now some up and looked at the officer, rubbing his eyes.
"Uh, yeah. I am. Why do you ask?" His voice was tired and still sleepy bit also scared and concerned.
"I have been notified that you were reported missing and possibly kidnapped," the mad said. Jack looked at us all before looking back at the officer.
"By who? I was kidnapped a while ago now and have recovered since then." his voice held an uneasiness to it.
"No, I already know about that incidence. I was called by your parents. They want you back home in Ireland. They said they have been worried about you," the officer explained.
I saw the colour drain from Jack's face and tears begin to fall out of his scared eyes. He shook his head and stood up quickly.
"No, I'm not going back to them. I-i can't." He was panicking. The officer didn't seem to care though. He grabbed Jack's wrist and started dragging him to his car while he was having a panic attack.
Me and Mark tried to stop him, Cry calling our parents or someone who could help.
Two more officers jumped out if the car and held me and Mark down. Cry was in too much shock to do anything else as the car with Jack drove away.
The other officers let us go and we instantly ran after the car, even though it was useless.
Mark stopped and fell to his knees crying. I fell next to him, hugging him for support as I watched the car disappear in the distance.
I didn't see the other officers leave or Cry come up to us. I just cried and cried and cried.
It was midnight before we finally got home again. Cry had managed to walk me and Mark to my house and we were met by all our parents.
Cry had to explain what happened to them since me or Mark were crying too much. We cried for ages. No one slept that night nor several others.
We were later informed that he had moved back to Ireland and that if we tried to get in contact with him then we would be arrested. It was the worst I had ever felt.
~end le sad flashback ~
I felt more tears fall down my face as I remembered what happened. I swallowed down my pain and took a shaky breath.
"I miss him Felix." I looked up to see Mark had opened the door and was looking at me in the doorway.
I had sat forward and was rocking back and forth so I hadn't realized he'd opened the door until now.
"I miss him too," I said as I stood up and hugged him. He cried into my shoulder as I comforted him. I had been able to hold back my tears and stay strong but Mark couldn't. So I had to stay strong for him... For Jack.
I know I know. What a horrible beginning to a new story. But you'll understand why I did this soon enough.
I needed a way to bring back the writing part. I didn't want to just have them practically living with each other and not using the main point of the story.
I hope you understand and I am so sorry for it being so sad. I hate myself rn *cries*
