It's Too Late (Septiplier)

27.

~Jack~

Mark really fucked up big time. I'm glad that he loves me, but I'm scared. Terrified, really.  I know they are going to do something to me. I just know who they are, well I know who my dad is. But I know that they are both twisted and insane.

It was silent, the call hadn't ended. They never ended the call and I'm pretty sure Mark was still on the other end, waiting and listening.

They both glared at me, their eyes filled with hatred. Hatred that was for no one else but me. Then my father spoke up.

"Well, then Sean. We seem to have an issue on our hands," He stood up, his beer belly bouncing as he stood from the chair he was seated in. His nose twitched and he placed down his semi-full beer bottle on the beaten up coffee table.

"Alice, make sure this Mark kid stays on the line while I deal with Sean." He slurred his words and faced towards the woman that is supposedly my new mother. He turned back towards me and slammed me up against the wall.

I groaned in pain as little pieces of chipped wall was poking into my back. My father held me by my neck and slid me upwards against the wall. I felt my shirt ride up and my skin being rubbed harshly against the rough wall.

"You are disgusting!" My father spit in my face. The smell of beer consumed my nose once his breath reached me. I wanted to gag and cough, but I couldn't. I could barely breathe from his grip around my neck.

He then swung up his leg and kneed me in the stomach. My natural instinct was to lurch forward, so I did. However, the only thing that ended up happening was him punching my jaw. He then let go and I dropped to the floor in a heap. I groaned as I hid my face in my arms as I lay on the floor. But it was not over there. It was never over. He then started to kick me as I lay there, unmoving.

Not too long after, and while my father was still beating on me, I heard crying. I wanted to know from where. But then I remembered, Mark. He was still on the phone. He had to listen to my beatings but he knew he couldn't do anything about it. It must hurt, listening to someone you know being hurt and not being able to do anything about it. Like now, me listening to him cry for me and I can't assure him that it'll be okay, because the truth is I don't know if it will be okay.

I have always told everyone, even myself, that it'll be okay. But I realize now that I was lying whenever I said that. I was just trying to convince myself that it'll be okay, but it wasn't. Even now, as I lay on the floor being beaten by someone who should love me, who should care, I want to tell myself and everyone I care about that it'll all be okay. But in truth everything that's happening to me now is not okay, but I can't or choose not to do anything about it.

Sometime during my realization, my father had stopped and both of them were on the couch to the side of me. They both were relaxing, like nothing had ever happened, and to them nothing did happen. It's a normal thing to my father and based on her actions, Alice doesn't give a shit.

I wanted to get up off the floor and grab my phone, which they had conveniently left on the coffee table for me to grab, but I felt too weak. So, I laid there and waited. I'm not sure for what, but I did. Maybe I was waiting for death, maybe I was waiting until I felt stronger. However, for the latter, I wasn't sure if that would ever happen.

                                                                          ~~~~Time skip~~~~

I opened my eyes and groaned. I was still on the floor, but it was morning now. I started pushing myself to my feet, struggling in the process. I managed to hold my aching body up on my feet and slowly walked to the coffee table. My phone was still there from the night before. I picked up the cool metal from the table and read the time, 6 am. Then the many messages from Mark popped up.  

Jack, I'm so, so sorry about that! The words just slipped out of my mouth.

Jack, what exactly happened to you?

Jack are you okay?

Jack I'm already worried about you, please answer!

Jack I'm freaking out, are you there at all? If you get this please text me! 

I sighed at Mark's freaked out messages. I'm glad he cares about me, but if he saw I didn't even read the messages, maybe he should have stopped texting me.

Mark, I'm able to answer now. Sorry about that. I am okay now, I think. It might be easier for me to talk to you about what happened instead of texting. Also, it's ok that you said that last night. Sure, it got me in more trouble, but I'm glad to know that you love me.

Mark answered right away.

Jack! Finally! I was so worried that I barely slept last night. I am super happy that you are ok! But I still feel bad about it though, and it pained me even more listening to whatever happened to you last night. You sounded in pain, and I didn't like it at all.

I heard you cry yesterday, Mark. It was awful to listen to. I felt terrible about it. You crying over me being hurt and I was unable to assure that you were okay as I didn't even know myself if it was ok or not. My father shouldn't have made it so that you had to listen. It just hurt both of us more than it needed to.

Jack, you were getting hurt physically, you shouldn't be worrying over my tears.

But it hurt, a lot. Hearing you cry made me feel terrible, I never want to hear you cry. You shouldn't have to cry. I want you to always be that smiley, happy-go-lucky guy that can cheer up anybody's day.

Surely, hearing me cry didn't hurt you more than being beaten up.

Mental pain hurts more than physical pain, and it takes longer to heal.

I'm sorry Jack, about that. I feel terrible now, but I'll get over it. Anyways,I need to get going now, and you should too.

What do you mean?

You have to back to school today, remember?

MWAHAHAHA! Cliff hangers are a bitch aren't they. Well maybe I'm the bitch, since I wrote it. Anyways, I managed to write this today, surprisingly. I was very busy this week including the weekend. And today's Mothers Day (in America) so I have been doing stuff with my family today. I also had a lot of projects I was doing yesterday. But thankfully the end of the school year is in about two weeks. Which is why I'm being piled up with 70 gazillion projects that are all due this week. I also have this special dance thing at a golf club, which is on Thursday this week and I have to wear a dress. UGH!!! wish me luck. I'm going to need it. Enough of my complaining, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! BYE!!!!!