It's Too Late (Septiplier)

12.

~Jack~ 

It had been an awkward few hours at Mark's house until I finally had enough balls to show my face back at my house again. Mostly, I only left because I didn't want to be a burden to Mrs. Fischbach. I gathered up the few things that I had from yesterday and slunk my little body back to my house.

I sighed in relief as I noticed that her car wasn't there. However, I knew my father was going to be somewhat pissed that I wasn't home yesterday. I slowly opened the front door, trying to make the least amount of noise possible. Of course though, my father was waiting in the foyer for me.

"Oh little bitch baby is home is he?" I said nothing as he approached me with wobbly legs and a beer bottle in his grasp.

"Why didn't you come home? Not that I actually wanted you here but it's my job as 'parent' to watch over your sorry ass." He managed to slur out.

"I was hanging out with a friend," I mumbled.

"Since when do you have friends?" He asked in an aggressive tone, "and even if you did, when do 'friends' hang out all night?"

"He was just helping me through some stuff," I mumbled.

"So its a he, is it?" he asked suspiciously. I lightly nodded my head, hoping that this wouldn't set him off?

"So if the friend is a guy and you hung out all night then," he stood there for a minute trying think through his crazy assumptions. He then looked at me and his face started to grow red and it looked almost as if steam where coming out of his ears.

"YOU LITTLE GAY PIECE OF SHIT!" he yelled and swung his beer bottle at me. It collided with my shoulder and broke into many pieces. The beer that was still left in the bottle went spraying everywhere. The glass pierced my skin and the alcohol that got into the skin stung.

I grasped onto my shoulder in pain as I let my body take a beating from the drunkard that is my father. He pushed me onto the ground into the shards of glass that didn't already pierce my skin. I felt one dig into my back, and it kept getting pushed farther into my back every time my father kicked me. I had to suppress a scream of agony every time it was pushed deeper into my back. 

Eventually, my father lost interest and left me on the ground with shards of glass poking into me at every angle. Soon I heard the creak of the sofa and a loud snore following it, signaling my father passed out on the couch.

I then tried to push myself up but it was too painful to move, making my arms collapse to the ground. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't get up, the pain receptors in my body wouldn't allow me to do so. Then, an idea popped into my head. What if I called Mark? He did say he would try to be there for me. However, I did just leave there about an hour ago, what if he would get annoyed at me? However, I don't think I really have much of a choice, if I could get up I would.

I called out quietly to my phone,
"Siri, call Mark." I felt my phone in my pocket wake up as Siri started talking.

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite get that, please try again." I sighed as I spoke a little louder,

"Siri, call Mark."

"Calling Mark," the robotic voice responded. I heard it ring until it clicked and a masculine voice rung out.

"Jack, what's up?" I only groaned in response to Mark's question.

"Jack, are you okay?" Mark asked, his voice filled with worry.

"No, I need you're help." I said with shaky breathes.

"Jack, Jack. I'm coming Jack. Where do you live?" He asked. I told him exactly where I live and the call ended as he was out in his car driving here.  I waited patiently for him to arrive. He still didn't know why I needed him but he came here anyway. I wanted to smile at that, yet I couldn't, my body was still too focused on the pain.

Finally, he arrived and he pushed open the unlocked door carefully. He then locked eyes on the catastrophe that was me. He rushed over to my side and asked me what had happened. I wanted to tell him but I also wanted the pain to go away much more. He understood before I could even say anything.

"You can just tell me later, right now lets get you cleaned up," he said with a sympathetic smile on his face. Mark then picked me up bridal style, trying not to hurt me, and carried me to the bathroom. 

He placed me into the bathtub and started carefully pulling out the pieces of glass from me. It stung slightly every time he pulled a piece from my skin. Then came the hardest one, the one that was stuck deep into my back. He tried his best to not hurt me however every so often I would hiss or yelp in pain. He would then apologize multiple times afterwards.

After all the glass was removed, I was bleeding quite a bit. Mark removed my shirt and started to clean all the wounds. I felt strange as he was looking and touching my body that is normally covered up by a shirt. After he cleaned, he bandaged the wounds up. I smiled at him.

"Thanks Mark, for doing that for me."

"No problem Jack, you were seriously hurt. I couldn't just leave you like that."

"What I mean is that all I needed was help getting up off the floor, I could've done the other stuff myself."

"Jack, if you couldn't get off the floor, how were you supposed to fix yourself up?" Mark asked me, rhetorically.

"I guess you're right, but thanks anyway."

"You're welcome, and remember call me anytime you need me." Mark said with a smile. I smiled back and tried to push myself out of the tub, however, I slipped back down in the tub when I did. Mark let out a little chuckle and picked me up by my armpits and set me down on the bathroom floor.

"Thanks again," I said with an embarrassed blush forming over my cheeks. Mark just smiled and was off, and I was once again alone.

Thank you guys for reading, I hope you enjoyed. Sorry for the later update at least it's still Sunday here so I'm technically still updating on Sunday. Since it is 11:31 here and I'm supposed to be in bed, I'm going to bed. GOODNIGHT!!!!!