Call Him Ugly// ✔️COMPLETED✔️

I'm So Done With You!!

Marks POV

I was laying in bed when I heard someone scream bloody murder.

Oh god, that voice sounds familiar. Please don't let that be my cute Irish bean.

Jacks POV

I heard the front door open. Oh god.

I got out of my bed and stood by the doorway. I listened.

I heard my aunt and Steve talking.

"I'm so glad that his little bitch ass is gone." She chuckled. "We should do something with his room." Steve agreed.

Wait, who are they talking about? Was it me? I'm the only other one living in the house.

"Oh by the way, good job for acting like jacks parents died. The fake phone call was amazing, Steve!" She chirped.

Wait my parents are... alive? I was excited and scared.

Why would they want me dead?

Steve spoke up. "Hey, they didn't pay us. We threatened we would kill him. They begged not to, but it had to happen."

I gasped. I felt like I couldn't breathe. I couldn't process all of this.

But that came to an end when I heard footsteps coming up to my room.

I quickly scattered to my closet. It was almost empty.

I heard the footsteps stop. I could only hear my heavy breathing.

My eyes filled with horror when the closet door opened forcefully.

My eye meat Steve's evil, cold eyes that showed no mercy.

"YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!!" He screamed and grabbed me by my hood.

"I-I-I," Stop stuttering Jack!

"YOU WHAT?!?" He screamed and tightened his grip. "I-I e-e-escaped." I stuttered out.

He got more angry.

He punched me harder than ever. My aunt Adrian just stood there, laughing.

I glared at her. Steve quickly shut that down.

Anther punch went into my very bruised stomach.

I felt that burning feeling again. I puked once more tonight.

I quickly got up and grabbed him by his neck. I force him to the edge of the stairs.

I heard her gasp. I chuckled and threw him down the stairs.

He was on the floor when she came running towards me. I also grabbed her by her neck. But this time I forced her against the wall.

"YOU TOLD ME YOU CHANGED!! YOU DIDN'T!!" I shouted.

But before I could do anything more, I heard a click behind my back. I saw my aunt smile devilishly.

I slowly turned around to see Steve, with a gun, pointing it at me.

"TAKE YOUR SHOT!" I yelled.

I heard the gun go off.

I quickly moved and it hit my aunt's arm.

Ha!

He grunted in anger. I knew he didn't have another bullet.

"YOU SHOT ME YOU IDIOT!" She screamed in pain.

He came running towards me. I grabbed a flower pot and smashed it over his head.

He fell to the floor in pain.

He grabbed my feet and pulled me down. I fell hard.

He grabbed the gun and hit me in the head.

I screamed in pain.

I got up and ran to the kitchen. Steve followed me. I was looking for some kind of weapon.

"Looking for something?" He asked with a big grin on his face.

Before I could do anything he came at me with the butcher knife.

It went right into my stomach. I screamed in pain.

But before anyone could do anything more, we heard sirens outside our house.

I smiled.

"G-Guess who's g-going to j- jail bitches." I chuckled.

He groaned, knowing who was going to jail that night.

The cops came in with their guns pointed at us.

They put them in handcuffs.

I was rushed to the hospital.

All I remember was seeing them being forced into a cop car before I passed out.