Mark, Save Me.

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Jack

I was sitting in a booth, at the bar, alone.. just realizing that my date had just stood me up. I was really looking forward to this date, too. For a second I thought somebody would actually like to spend time with me. I mean, I have Bob and Wade, but they're always busy with college.

Ever since my parents died I'd always.. isolated myself, a lot. I'm pretty sure Bob and Wade think I hate them, but I don't. I miss them. I miss my old life. I miss playing videos games and going out and having fun.. now.... that's just gone. What am I left with? Loneliness, and alcohol.

Then, all of the sudden I look to my left. I see a man smiling at me. He's got black hair, and the darkest of eyes, and wearing a suit. He was just staring at me, until I saw him walking towards my direction. What was he doing? Did I accidentally come to a gay bar again?

"Can I get you a drink?" The slender man said before sitting across from me. "Umm.. no thank you. I don't feel like drinking right now." The man looked puzzled.

"Then what are you doing in a bar?"

"I- I uh.. kinda just got stood up."

"Oh." He smiled a little. "That's too bad. I'm Mark." He stretched out his hand to shake mine, but I didn't want to. I couldn't.

"A little shy now, are we? I like that. So what's you're name?" Okay this was weird. Is he hitting on me? I'm not gay, nor will I ever will be. "I- I'm Sean, but you can call me Jack."

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"Would you excuse for a minute, I'm just gonna go to the bathroom." He nodded. I was not planning on leaving that bathroom until he was gone.

I was splashing my face with cold water when somebody else came into the bathroom. I didn't think much of it until I was grabbed at the hips and flipped around to see Mark for second, but that second was stopped when he put his lips to mine. I tried to push him away but he was relentless. He started to put his hand up my shirt and-
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"Jack? You okay? Hello?" I suddenly jolted out of my daydream. My cheeks were flushed. "Oh. Yeah I'm fine. I should probably go home." I stood up and walked through the crowded bar when a hand grabbed my arm. I flinched. It was Mark.

"Why don't I drive you home. You look pretty.. rattled." My heart dropped. What the hell. Say no. Say no. Say you'll just get a cab. It's that easy. "Uh. Sure." He smiled softly while I was scared to death. I followed him to the parking lot. I didn't realize how late it was. Head lights flickered on the distance as Mark unlocked his black car.. with tinted windows. I stopped in my tracks. I couldn't breathe. "Are you coming?" Mark said as he stepped into his car. Not moving, he pulled the car beside me and opened the door.

Other than me telling Mark the directions toward my house, we drove in silence. I just looked out the window watching street lights, trees, and some late night joggers go by, but all that stopped when Mark put his hand on my thigh. I quickly looked down at his hand. Don't you fucking dare move your hand so much as an inch or I'm gonna tuck and roll. "You know, it'd be nice to get some words out of you before we part ways."

Dead silence.

His hand still on my thigh, he started to move his thumb side to side.

"Please stop," My voice was shaky.

He moved his hand away, just as we reached my place. I unbuckled my seat belt uneasily, my stomach churning. "You're a very beautiful man, Jack. I'd like to see you again, perhaps with less clothing so I can see the rest of your beauty."

I very very quickly got out of that car, turned around, and flipped him off.

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I got under my covers and began to cry, clutching my knees. My hot tears piercing my skin. I was so confused. Deep down, why did I like his hand on my thigh? Why did I have that daydream? What is wrong with me? I don't like him! I had to put this whole night behind me and go to sleep. I rolled over to my bedside table, opened the drawer, and pulled out an orange pill bottle. "Take two pills once every night. If symptoms persist after . . . then see a doctor. Do not take more than prescribed." The bottle read. Staring at the bottle full if pills, a opened it. I've been taking these since.. my parents.. I wanted to down the whole bottle so badly, but couldn't. Right now, for some strange reason, I just wanted to see Mark.