___________Mark's Prospective_________
I helped Jack to my house. My hand hurt so bad from punching him on the face. I am kind of glad that I went through the park.
"What the FUCKKKK!!!" Jack yells from behind my bed room door
I run upstairs and see Jack sitting there looking at his side were the stitches are.
"Oh..Ummm sorry they aren't pretty I had to do them pretty quickly so you didn't bleed out..." I say looking down at my floor
"It's OK Mark I promise I just.... Were am I?"
"Oh...Umm... My house. Is that OK?"
"Oh" I look around and see I'm in Marks bed room"Yeah that's OK I just got freaked out when I saw I have stitches on my side.."
(Just so you know I am a very evil person and will torcher you when writing this!!)
I walk to the bathroom and get a role of bandages and gauze to wrap up his side. I walk back to his side and see that he is playing with the stitches. I playfully slap his hand and pretend to scold him but it does not work out well I bust out laughing. I fix him up and look at him, I can't believe anyone would do this to him. All of a sudden I bust out laughing.
"Hey!! What's so funny?!?" He asked
"Nothing Kitten" I say smirking
"W-what?" I hand him a mirror and he sees how his hair sticks up making him look like a cat
"M-mark can-n I t-tell you so-omthing-g?"
"Yeah Kitten you can ask me anything"
"I...ummm... I l -" he was cut off by a loud pounding coming from downstairs
