Red for Love : Septiplier Story

Sorry

(Welp. I'm okay today. Just a bad hangover...took some meds and was able to squeeze in a kinda small chapter. I'm gonna try to type out a Gency chapter tommorow. Well, today. Because it's 3 in the morning.

Matt shoved me against the bathroom wall. Smothering my lips and face with kisses. "M-Matt." I tried to shove him off but my body felt so weak. My legs started giving out. "Feeling, weak?" He quietly whispered. He rummaged through his pockets and pulled out a bag of pills. My eyes widened and he chuckled. Picking me up with no effort and setting me down on the bathroom counter. I felt stunned. To stunned to make any noise, or do anything. Matt dominated me, ripping off my clothes. Planting marks and kisses every where. I hated it. I felt nothing, compared to what Jack was like... but now he probably hates me. Tears burned my eyes but I choked them back. Matt forcefully rubbed my clothed member. Slightly pleasurable, I moaned. As he slid our boxers off he spat in his hand and rubbed it on his member like lube, slowly teasing my entrance. "M-Matt stop...." i breathed. He gently huffed "why?" Before I could say anything he rammed into me. My face buried into his neck. I couldnt even see or hear someone calling.

Jack POV

I called Mark. I felt bad about getting angry earlier. I wanted to apologize but he didnt answer. Was he ignoring me, thats kinda pety. Maybe I should call Bailey. (Club worker. I forgot the names. Kek.)  She told me Mark was at the bar drinking a bit then went into the bathrooms with... Matt. I hung up with Bailey and took the elevator down to my car. I was worried so I went a bit faster than I should've, I didn't get caught. I bursted through the club doors. The smell of alchohol lingering in my nose. I slightly groaned in disgust and made my way to the restrooms. Opening the door.

Mark POV

Matt pounded into me senseless on the counter. Then, the door opened. Followed by a small voice. "M-Mark?! Matt?!" I recognized the voice. The drug still slightly there. "J-Jack.." I breathed. Matt only continued. "Go away Jack. Mark's moved on." I could hear Jack crying and Leaving the bathroom. "You motherfucker.." I heaved.

Jack POV

I stormed out of the place crying. I called someone I knew I could trust.

                            "Cry?"

(Ironic.)

The voice on the other end sounded worried when they replied. "Jack? Are you crying? What happened?" I sniffled slightly and pulled over. "It's a long story. C-Can I just come over?" There was a small pause. "Sure." As I started up the car again I could help but think of how.. limp... Mark was when I saw him. Why the fuck am I thinking about him. Give him up. He already did. I pulled into Crys driveway. He was already waiting for me in the porch. It was quite late, so he was drinking some coffee. Another glass next to him. "Here, come sit. Tell me everything..." he soothing patted the chair, which, I happily took.

(After he tells him the story.)

By the time I was done telling the story tears were welled in the eyes and running down my cheeks. The floor was already water stained. My shirt had water droplets too. My nose was runny and my eyes burned. "Im so sorry Jack... that's terrible. But it seems like he was trying to protect you when he hit your dad.." My anger boiled. "I know but... to just move on... so. Quickly.." Cry pat my back. "You said he was limp? Could he have just made some drunken mistake?" I cried. "If it was a drunken fucking mistake, I wouldn't FUCKING CARE." I raised my voice. My anger boiling to high. "Let's just drop the topic." Cry hesitantly nodded. He opened the door for me and led me into the couch. Setting up a cool movie for us to watch. I ended up just falling asleep on the couch though.