Wonderous Blue

Plans and Gossip | Sleepover: Part 3/4

     I ducked into my bedroom door quickly. I was met with a shocked Markiplier and Tim.

Mark's POV:
     When I was sent to the room, I was a bit worried, to say the least. Not for myself, but for Jack. I didn't trust his parents, they had a very off-putting vibe. Not going to lie, usually, I'm right if I think a person is bad. Trusting your instincts is usually the best option kids. Don't do drugs and stay in school.

      I heard a door open and slam close a few rooms away from me, but ignored it. Probably just a maid or something. I never thought I would get to the point in life where I'd say "just a maid".  

     I hoped that Jack was doing ok. If isn't back soon, then I'd stomp- storm down there myself.

     I waiting on the side of my bed anxiously, my worries becoming more whelming with each second without knowing Jack was ok. I tried to distract myself by petting Tiny Box Crab Tim on the head. He played around with my finger, seemingly trying to distract himself as well. I allowed my thoughts to drift around.

     Jack was my friend, I cared about him deeply. Without him, I would be dead right now. I wish we were something more than "friends" though.

      When the door opened, my head immediately snapped towards it. Jack sluggishly stumbled inside the bedroom. He seemed woozy as if he were drunk. I immediately took notice of the large alignment of bandaids that were sloppily stuck onto his tail. I rushed over to help, then laid him on his bed.

      "'hanks Meark." Jack softly whispered. I put my fingers to his lips and shushed him. He's more Irish than usual. Not that I'm complaining.

      Tiny Box Tim scuttled onto the bed and laid next to Jack's body. Sam was settled beside Jack, making sure to help him in any way possible. After I made sure he was comfortable, I began to worry about the large streak of bandaids. I could only imagine what pain he must be in, if there was an injury that large. How did that happen while I was gone?

     I remembered how it felt when I pinched myself earlier today. Jack said something about all of the muscles down there, right? It must feel like putting salt on an open wound or ripping off a nail.

     "What happened?" I softly whispered into his ear. I pulled some of his blanket covers over him, even adding in one of my own.

     He began to tell me what happened between him and his family. I brushed and played around with his green hair while he talked. That seemed to help relax him by focusing on that rather than the pain. It also helped relax, but I would never admit that.

     While he told of what happened with his parents, I could feel my anger rise. It was child abuse, after all. Mr. McLoughlin had stabbed him for pure amusement! Sickening.

     "Why don't you tell someone?" I tucked a piece of green hair behind his ear.

     "Who'd believe me? Everyone has too much damn respect for them." He sighed. "I beg you not to either. They'd think you, a stranger from far away, would like to betray the kingdom or something. You'd get thrown into the dungeon or tortured or something like that."

I shuddered, giving him a look. He raised his hands in defense, "I'm joking, I'm joking. Kinda."

     He grumpily started to tell me what they talked about before the attack. I didn't like to hear that he would be getting married. The fact that he was unhappy with it helped calm my nerves that I still had a chance, but it was still going to happen nether less.

     I wish I could do something to his parents, but I would most likely be kicked out of the palace if I even attempted anything. Just imagine, "Oh no Merpeople-equivalent-of-police! They just accidentally killed themselves with that butcher knife. I tried to stop them, I really did!"

      I took my hands out from Jack's hair and balled them up.

     I could feel an odd but welcoming warming sensation radiating from my heart, which spread to my hands. Looking down, I saw wisps of red magic twirling around my entire fist. After realizing this, I frantically shook my hands, in hope of it disappearing. The magic faded back into my hands. I didn't want to use it for evil. Luckily Jack didn't seem to notice, him being too lost in thought.

    I slowly placed my hands on his shoulders. He flinched and stiffened up at contact, quickly looking at me with fear in his constricted blue eyes. Jack stayed in that stance for a few seconds before remembering that it was just me. He leaned his head on my hands, almost nuzzling into my touch.

He's so broken, like an unfinished puzzle. I'm just an unfit piece, but I'll be the one to help put him back together. Maybe he can do the same for me.

     "Meark, I have a plan. We'll run away 'omorrow. You can re'urn to the surface! I won' have 'ta get married!" Jack looked up at the ceiling as if it was Santa about to give him a gift.

     "What about you?" I asked, concerned.

     "I'd probably jus' find some place far away from here. Maybe another village or some'hing. Possibly in the middle of nowhere. Don'tcha worry about me, I'll be fine." He gazed into my eyes, a small smile on his face.

     "Just promise you won't go back here." He'd be better off anywhere than here, with parents like that.

      "Besides visi'ing Felix and Cry, I 'hink I can do that." He returned my smile, and I swear I saw an animated glimmer come off his pearly teeth.

       I stood up and turned the lights off. I picked up Tim and went to my own bed. It had only one blanket now, but that's fine. It was a small sacrifice I could make for Jack.

      "Ya know, when you speak in your Irish accent, I feel like I understand you better," I softly mumbled, figuring he was too tired or hurt to remember in the morning. No harm no foul.

     "Oh really? 'hanks." Jack groggily responded. He pulled the covers above his head.

I laid my head down on the singular pillow. Today was quite the day, wasn't it? I felt butterflies in my stomach from sleeping this close to Jack. This is like second base, right? I don't think I could ever go to sleep, at least not at this state.

Say goodnight...

I didn't even have to register where that voice came from. Was it my own? I quickly began losing consciousness, and I could only hope that nothing bad would happen.

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A/N: I know, I know. This is short, I haven't gone on in awhile, ect. To make up for that, I will post the next chapter in three days for you guys :)
(It should be around 3k+ words 😉)

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