It's Too Late (Septiplier)

26.

~Jack~

I looked at my phone in disbelief. Why is he texting me? Why does he decide to be in my life now? Right when I think everything is going to be okay, he texts me. Why care about me now?

Why are you texting me?

I'm your dad bitch why shouldn't I be texting you?

You have never cared about me. Why now?

Because I'm forced to. Meaning you have to come home. NOW!

Who is forcing you?

My new wife, you lil fag.

My heart dropped. What. Since when did he? Is that why I haven't seen or heard from him until now? And who is it? Is it her?

I felt my hands start to shake at the thought. I know I have to go back, or else something even worse might happen, but that doesn't mean I want to. I want to stay here, with Mark, and be happy. I want to feel joy inside. I want to feel important. I want to feel loved. But back at my house, which never feels like home, love is nonexistent. It's only hate and the smell of alcohol that swirls around the house.

SEAN! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? I TOLD YOU TO COME HOME!

I'm coming now. I'm sorry.

I hit the back button and then click on my messages with Mark. I need to text him about what's happening.

Mark, I have to leave. I have to go back to my father.

I then sent him a screenshot of my conversation with my father. Mark responded right away.

I see you have no choice. Just take your necessities, and promise me that you'll take your medication in the morning, that you'll eat every meal, and that you won't cut yourself. Please, if not for yourself then for me, okay?

Okay. I really have to go now Mark. I love you.

I love you too. Stay safe.

I then put my phone down and quickly gathered my stuff. I decided to take a picture of Mark that was by his bed and a sweater of his that I liked to wear. I'm sure he wouldn't mind. I looked around one last time and didn't want to leave. Once I had everything, I set off, dragging my feet across the concrete, my body aching with dread. I knew something was going to be waiting for me when I arrived. I just didn't know what my father had in store for me.

Once I stepped foot on my property, my instincts were screaming at me to run away, and never return. But I kept going because I had to. There was practically no choice in what I had to do. It didn't matter if I went in or ran off because either way my father would make it shit for me.

I took a deep breath and walked in the front door. I walked in slowly and my heart racing. I didn't want to be here, the terrible memories still stained on the walls and floors, literally. My blood wasn't too hard to find in my house, it was stained almost everywhere.

Then I locked eyes with him. My father. He was sitting in his alcohol stained chair, with a woman sitting next to him. I spotted the silver rings on both of their fingers. Thankfully, the woman wasn't the one who raped me, but I was still cautious of her, after all who would love a person like my father if they weren't as twisted up as he is.

"Sean." He slurred out, making me want to vomit. That name should not be spoken from his tongue.

"Welcome home, son." He said son in a way so twisted and vile, it was as if he didn't mean it, which is exactly why he said it like that, because he truly doesn't mean it.

"H-hi." I manage to stutter out. I was very conscious of the fact that they were staring at me.

"Where were you?" Father asked.

"A friends."

"Since when do you have friends?" He asked with an evil smirk.

"Since a few months ago."

"Whatever," he grumbled, "why don't you meet your mother?"

"I don't want to at the moment, and she isn't my mother." I corrected my father. He gave me what I can only describe as a death stare.

"Meet your mother, Sean!" He said coldly through gritted teeth. I sighed, I knew if I refused anymore, I would get it.

"Hi." I said refusing to call her my mother.

"Hello, Sean." She said getting up. She doesn't deserve to call me that name. She walked towards me and placed a hand on my shoulder. I wiggled out from under her grip.

"D-don't touch me." I said shakily.

"I can do whatever I want, right honey?" She asked, her face twisting up into a wicked smile. Fear clouded my thoughts as my father answered her question.

"Yes, yes you can."

I shut my eyes, my body shaking, as I was waiting for something to happen. I then felt it, something strong connected with my side and I started to fall. I opened my eyes when I felt all of my stuff fly out of my arms. I saw the picture of Mark floating down onto the disgusting hardwood floor. I scrambled over to it and reached for it, but the woman who was towering over me got to it first.

She picked it up and stepped on my hand with her heeled shoe. I yelped in pain and she looked at the picture.

"Who is this?" she asked with an aggressive tone of voice.

"My friend." I squeak out as her heel digs into my hand more.

"Why would you have a picture of a friend?" she asks, "unless he isn't a friend." She stared at me with poisonous green eyes. That's when my phone went off in my pocket. Great timing Mark. I went to reach for it with my other hand and pulled it out of my pocket. I was going to decline the call, to tell Mark that I was in the middle of something, but she quickly bent down and ripped it out of my hand. I saw her press the accept button and put it on speaker.

"JACK! Oh thank god you answered! I was so worried that something happened to you! I just got home from school. I was worrying about you the entire day, since you told me you had to go back to your father's house. I also noticed that you took a few things from my room, silly! I-" Mark rambled on before he was interrupted.

"Who are you?" She asked gruffly. I could tell Mark was shocked at who was answering.

"Oh-um, I'm Mark, Jack's b-friend." Mark thankfully caught himself before he introduced himself as my boyfriend. Still seems a little weird as he only asked me out last night.

"Hey Mark," I mumbled out, "Now's not really a good time."

"Hey Jack, um sorry for the inconvenience." Mark apologized.

"It's fine, there's nothing to be sorry for. It's not your fault that you happen to call at a bad time."

"Yeah, well I got to go now," Mark said, "I love you."

Well, shit.

HEEEEYYYY.... smooth, I know. So how is everyone? Devastated?? Great! But seriously, how was your day? Terrible? MINE TOO! OMG WE HAVE SOOO MUCH IN COMMON!!! but actually, I'm sorry about the late updates. I was hanging out with friends yesterday, which was so much fun, but all of my muscles hurt because we were being stupid and climbing everything at the park, and also because we chased down the ice-cream truck. Worth it though! And me and two other people of my five friend group, got giant bomb pops which, being immature eighth graders (that are going to be promoted soon holy shit I'm not ready for high school) we deep throated the popsicles. ARE YOU PROUD OF ME MOM?! Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! BYE!!