Liar [Septiplier] [Book 2]

Drowning in my problems

(Marks POV)

Ever since that last text Jack sent me, I haven't heard from him at all, I have no idea where he is, He says he's okay, but why would he be? I cheated on him, again.

When I cheated on him with John, I didn't exactly have a reason, I was just young and dumb, and I still am, but shortly after I started college my mother and father called me, I was quite surprised since they almost never call since they're always on business trips, So I answered of course, little did I know they weren't calling to tell me good news, Just bad news, the worse news I had ever received in my life.

My father was sick, He had cancer I wish they had told me sooner, Now he has months, weeks to live and here I am, in a mess with Jack, He doesn't know my dad is sick, I haven't told him, by ever since I found out he was sick, I was stressed, devastated, I couldn't believe it when I found out, You would think you would, since they straight up tell you, but when you first find out you think that it's not real, that it must be something else, That they would be fine, and even when you finally accept the fact that they're sick and not okay, that they will still live, they would get better and live a happy long life, but that's not true.
(My thoughts exactly when I found out my grandpa had cancer)

I guess my way of relieving my stress and taking my anger out was fúcking  Amy senseless, I didn't think about how they outcome would be if Jack found out, I honestly didn't care if he did, Or at least I thought I didn't, now he has found out and here I am, alone, lost in my thoughts, Drowning in my problems

I need to tell Jack exactly what I just explained to myself but, how? He won't listen to me, He won't answer my texts or calls, hopefully he is at least reading them.

I picked up my phone and sent Jack a text, a text that wasn't easy to send, a text that I still didn't believe myself.

3:12 am

Mark: My dad has cancer

I stared at the text I had sent for minutes, my body filled with both anger and sadness at the same time, which is a bad combination of feelings, I threw my phone across the room and burst into tears.

It's my fault my dad is sick

It's my fault Jack is gone.

It's my fault I'm alone.

It's all my fault.