Liar [Septiplier] [Book 2]

Please don't go

The ending is in a couple of  chapters

Trigger warning
(Marks POV)
I parked in the front of the coffee shop, there were no other cars except for one, I assume it's another employee, I walked up  to the door, there were blinds covering the windows and door, so I couldn't see inside, one of the blinds were bent, so I could see inside a bit, I bent down and looked through the tiny whole, I didn't see anything until I turned my head the other direction, I saw a green floof, on top of one of the counters, someone was on top of him, shirtless, making out with him.

I exhaled dramatically out of anger, and turned around and sped walked to my car, I got in and slammed the door, I drove off quickly, not bothering to put on my seatbelt, I was gripping the steering wheel tightly out of anger.

(Jacks POV) rip, sorry

I walked down the street slowly, my eyes were red and puffy, I felt disgusting, used, worthless, I just wanted Mark, I arrived at our apartment building and walked up to our door and walked in.

"Mark?" I choked out

I heard no response, so I walked into our bedroom, to see Mark throwing stuff into a suit case.

"W-what are you doing?"

"I'm leaving, I'm going to see my father" he spat out

I felt my eyes burn with tears

"What? Why!?"

"I saw what you did, you cheated on me!" He turned towards me, his eyes were also red and puffy.

"M-Mark, no please, let me explain!"

"No Sèan, I can't even look at you right now" he zipped up his suit case and walked towards the front door

"Mark, please don't go, I didn't cheat on you"

"I clearly saw you" he opened the door

"When will you be back!?"

"I don't know" he walked out and slammed the door behind him.

Tears started rolling down my cheeks

"Please, don't go" I whispered to myself

I couldn't stop crying, I couldn't breathe at this point because I was crying so much, the top of my shirt was soaked in tears, he's gone, he left me.

I was raped, and now I'm alone.

I'm alone, again.

I feel disgusting, again.

I wanna relapse, I need to relapse, he flushed my blades, I need blades.

What's the he next best thing besides blades?

I got off of the couch, entering the kitchen, I opened each drawer, desperately trying to find a knife, There was only one more drawer left to open, I opened the drawer.

Knifes.

I grabbed one, it wasn't that sharp, but it'll do.

I didn't bother to go into the bathroom, I put the knife up to my wrist and pressed down and slid it across, multiple times on both wrists, blood was dripping from my wrists, into the kitchen sink, the tip of the knife was also dripping blood.

I started to feel a bit light headed.

"Please, come back" I whispered

"I need you"