The Past {Jacksepticeye FF}

Part 11

My eyes flutter open to reveal a TV that I recognize is the one in Jacks living room. The couch below me moves a bit and I fling my head up and looked down to see Jack still asleep, now realizing his arms were wrapped around my waist.

"Look who's awake," a voice whispers. I look up to see Mark on the other couch with a blanket over his legs, his phone in his hands as he looks at me.

"Oh shut up," I whisper as I try to get over Jack so I could get up. Sadly for me I got half way, meaning that one of my legs was touching the floor and the other in between his legs, only for him to tighten his grasp and I am pulled against his chest. My face reddens as I hear Mark chuckle quietly on the other couch.

"Oh shut up twat," I growled quietly making Mark laugh out loud making Jack jolt sending me to the ground on my back and him on top of me, his chest smashing against me face sending a small jolt of pain up my nose. I groan as I push Jack off of me who is immediately up on his feet saying sorry over and over as he helps me up.

"It's fine Jack, Mark on the other hand is going to die," I said as I turn around to see Mark pale as a vampire. I go to attack him when I feel something wet dribble down and over my mouth making Mark go even paler. I make a weird noise as I look up.

"Huh, what do-oh shit hold on," Jack panics before I hear his feet stomp off signaling him running towards the kitchen to get me a rag. Seconds later he came back with a wet rag. I put it on my face, specifically over my bleeding nose as he leads me over to the couch. I sit down and lean back.

"I'm going to kill you Mark," I said as I glare at him in the corner of my eyes. He chuckles nervously as he turned his attention back to his phone. I sit there for a while until it finally stops. I take the cloth away from my face and made sure it did stop before I throw the cloth at Mark, who freaked out because of the fresh blood on the cloth making me and Jack burst out laughing as Mark glares at us. I yawn as I get up and stretch, not being able to before then. I make my way to the kitchen and open the fridge searching for something to eat. After a while of seeing nothing interesting I close the fridge. I sigh as I look around the kitchen and smile slightly as I see poptarts next to the kitchen window. I walk over to it and open the box of Wild Berry pop tarts. I push it back against the window where I saw movement outside the window. I look up to see someone dragging my mom who was gagged and knocked out outside where I saw a glimpse of his face. My heart fell as I walked backwards, knocking over a pan that was on the counter to the left of me making a loud bang. The mans head looks this way making me duck down behind the counter. Jack and Mark run into the room where they find me wide eyed and absolutely scared beyond comprehending. They run over to me, Jack leaning down next to me while Mark looks out the window before he runs to the house phone.

Jack pulls me into a hug as I start freaking out even more. He rubs my back with his hands keeping me from a melt down. Mark starts talking with the police at a rapid pace until he puts the phone back on the wall. He turns to look at us when his eyes went wide. Not even seconds later the glass breaks above us and scatters around us. I scream as I put my arms over my head. Jack pulls my arms and picks me up before jumping over the glass before putting me down and dragging me behind him as he runs behind Mark. We run out the back door as we hear the front door break open. Behind Jacks house was his pool and his yard of course. Mark and Jack look around trying to figure out where to run to while I watched behind us. I see movement from inside the house before I saw the outline of the man. I grab Jacks arm and shake it as I was to scared to speak at this moment. I hear him curse behind me before he starts dragging me again. Mark hops over the wooden fence in between him and his neighbors yard. Jack helps me over before hopping over himself.

He grabs my hand and continues running behind Mark as we make our way out front. In the distance I hear sirens making their way towards us, but to my dismay I saw him get into the van my mom was thrown in and drove off. I fall to the ground taking deep breathes as tears fell down my face. The police showed up a minute later. Jack picked me up and brought me over to the steps of my house. The police asked me many questions and I tried my hardest to answer but when they brought up questions about my father I broke down. Jack put his arms around me where I bury my face in his chest as I cried. The police then took this time to talk to Mark who was off to the side with his mother.

"It'll be all right," Jack whispered trying to comfort me. I just stay in his arms until his mother runs up to us and pulls Jack away from me and into a hug, shaking so much it looked like she was in a freezer for a long time. I wrap my arms around me as the tears roll down my cheeks making my cheeks cold as they were now exposed to the air. I looked around to see the police walking about, trying to figure out exactly what happened and Mark and Jack with their moms, Mark with his dad as well. I get up and make my way inside to see it trashed, new family pictures broken on the floor and old ones strewn all over the place. The police officers were examining the hall between the living room and the kitchen where there were a few drops of blood. My breathing hitches as I see the red stains on the carpet.

I tear my eyes away from the carpet and make my way up the stairs towards my room. I walk in to see even more pictures on the floor and posted up on the walls. My bed was unmade signalling he searched it to see if I was here. I also find that he had smashed my TV and gaming consoles as well as all my pictures, even the ones with Mark and Jack. My door had a crack that I could only see from the inside as well as the window was smashed open, probably how he got in. I slowly make my way to my bed and sat down, staring at my messed up room as if I was being hypnotized. I feel the bed dip next to me and I look over to find Jack sitting next to me, Mark standing in the doorway. Jack put a hand on my shoulder as he gave me a worried face.

"I'm fine, just shocked, oh and also trying so hard to not look at all these pictures," I said with a small smile and a shrug. Without another word Mark started going around the room picking up all the pictures that have him in it. Both me and Jack watch him silently before Jack got up and started helping since there was so many.

Soon they find all of them, creating two big piles of pictures. They looked at them for a bit before they throw them in the trash can before sitting next to me. They then hugged me from both sides so I was in a Mark and Jack hug sandwich.

"So, what am I going to do since I can't exactly live by myself," I said as I look between the two.

"I could see if my mom could take you in until your mom is found?" Jack said more like a question. I smile slightly at him, still feeling the depression seeking in through the holes in my happiness. He smiles back at me before standing up and making his way out of the room to most likely talk to his mother. Me and Mark sit next to each other in a comfortable silence as I spaced out.

Minutes pass until I heard feet bound down the hall towards the entrance of my room. I freak out thinking it was him so I grab Marks arm and hold it tightly, waiting for what I though would be the inevitable death I was to face, but in comes a happy and bouncy Jack. I give off a sigh of relief and let go of Marks arm, probably leaving a bruise with how much force I had in my grip.

"She said yes, you can stay with us for a while!" Jack says loudly and pulls me into a hug, either not seeing the distress I was in or ignoring it. This time I don't smile, but I think he understands that it pains me to put too much of a mask on my face, especially around really close people.

I got up and opened my closet to find that all the clothes that were in there were untouched as well as everything else. I reach up and grab my black suitcase and start filling it with my favorite clothes as well as all my necessities.

I followed the energetic friend down the stairs who insisted to carry my suitcase while Mark followed quietly behind. I wonder why he isn't talking much. I push the thought away as we got outside where there were police and a few news camera. My eyes widen as I say the live news and my hand flung to hold onto Jacks arm as I start shaking. My bullies will hurt me worse mentally over this, yes I know Evan knows about this stuff but the rest don't.

Jack seems to understand so he slightly opens the bag and takes out a black hoodie and gives it to me. I slip it on and fling the hoodie over my head so that they could barely make out my face. We then had silently made our way over to Jacks and into the room I will be staying in for who knows how long. The guys sit at the end of the bed silently talking while I just flop on the bed and go to sleep, nightmare land creepily waiting at the back of my head waiting for the right moment, but happily tonight was not the right moment and I had a somewhat peaceful night.