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18

Jack's POV

I don't know why it was this time. This time out of the many times that I have done a camshow that I feel like shit. It may have been that it had been so long that I actually felt happy thanks to the guys. That I didnt have too fake a smile. I actually felt like I was loved. Like someone cared about me.

Like if I had a family.

Back at "home" with Zack, if you even call a place full of abuse a home, I was basically his slave. If he wanted sex I had to give him sex. If he wanted money I had to give him money. If he wanted to hurt me physicly, mentaly, and sexualy he could and I couldn't even say anything about it.

I was his and I didn't have a choice.

I was the only one who made money in that place, and that money instead of going into paying rent and food it went into buying drugs and alcohol for him. The house always had a smell of regret, drugs and alcohol.

Zack's regret for getting himself fired, by getting cought drinking at work, was the most potent.

My mind was basically a battle zone, it was basically the whole 'devil/evil side and there was an angel/good side', my head was the battle ground where these two sides, and thoughts, fought to decide my future.

It seemed like the bad ones were winning.

One of the thoughts was telling me that I am nothing but Zack's playtoy and that is should stay that way. I am nothing without him. I need him. He was the only one with me when my family disowned me. When they found out I was gay my "family" kicked me out, Zack took me into his home and took care of me. Overtime I fell in love with him and we bacame a couple.

Then, the abuse happened.

That's where the other thought came in. It told me to get away from him. To run away. To escape this nightmare that has lasted 2 years too long. To be with Mark, the only person who seems to care about me, other than Felix, Dan, and Phil. Mark seemed to care about me. He also got jealous that one time so it could be that he loves me to an extreme. It may be small, but I'll take it. Maybe I should be with him instead of Zack. I don't need Zack. Zack doesn't deserve me.

He is just a piece of sh-

The battle in my mind was interrupted when I heard someone open the door to my room. It was none other than Mark, my next option as a boyfriend. "Hey, Jack, we're going to the store want to come?" Mark asked me. "Why would I want to the store?" I asked him back with sass. He sighed.

"I'll buy you cookies."

I jumped off the bed, all that sass gone, put on my hoodie and shoes, and ran out the room. "Aren't you exited." Mark said walking after me. "Walk faster, Merk! I want cookies!" I yelled from the front door. "Merk? Who the fuck is Merk?!" Dan said walkind into the room while laughing. My face turned red. "What is Merk?" Phil asked behind Dan. My face turned even more more red.

"Stop bullying me! I just want cookies!" I faked whined. "Come in guys, stop bullying little Jacky, let's go." Mark said wrapping an arm around my waist bringing me closer to him, the action weirdly comforting me. The other guys just teased me for calling Mark 'merk' and teased Mark for calling me Jacky and putting his arm around my waist for the rest of the day.

From the small time I've known Mark, which is only 6 months, I feel like I can trust him. I feel safe giving him my love.

But I'm still scared that the relationship we have might end up like Zack's and mine.

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This is kinda of an inside into Jack's mind, thoughts, and history.

So that's it thanks for reading I'll see you guys in the next chapter bye!♡