Put in Motion

Chapter 14

Jack's POV
It's Sunday and Marks mom should be home today. Hopefully soon. I didn't get a chance to do any homework, not that I really want to, but I also don't want to fail the 11th grade.

"Alright I'll text when I get back to my house." I said to Mark. "Okay. I'll miss you." He said giving me a kiss. "I'll miss you too, but I have to go. I love you." I said giving him one more long kiss. I hated leaving. But I have to go and get some stuff done before tomorrow.

Mark's POV
Jack left and now I'm sitting in my room doing stupid excercises. I feel like we're drifting apart. We used to be so close. But now when it's time for him to leave he does like it's no big deal. It makes me feel empty and depressed. It's probably nothing though.

Jack's POV
When I got to my house I went straight to my room and texted Mark.
Jack
Hey I made it back to my house. I have to get some homework done tho so I'll text you later, luv you

I sent the text and grabbed my bag. I had social studies and science to get done. I decided on the social studies first because I actually know how to do that.

*Time skip*

I finished my homework and it is now 5 o'clock. I decided to go downstairs to see if dinner was ready or not. I walked down surprisingly I saw my dad in his old usual spot reading a newspaper. "Hey is dinner done?" I asked. "Yeah come get it." My said from the kitchen. I grabbed my plate and was about to go upstairs when my dad asked if I got my homework done. I replied with a yes and went back to my room. What was that about? I wondered. Oh well. I looked at my phone and saw I got a text from Mark.
MARKIMOO ❤️
Hey babe glad you made it home safe, I love you.

Jack
I'm done with homework if you want to talk now

I texted back, but I didn't get an answer. He was probably asleep.

Mark's POV
I heard my phone go off, but I didn't bother. I just layed in bed thinking and eventually I must've drifted off into sleep.

*Time skip two weeks later*

Mark's POV
I am finally able to walk around and go back to school and stuff. It has been torturous these last couple weeks but I made it and can't wait. Although I am really tired and it's a Tuesday so I figure Jack is probably doing homework. I decide to head to sleep even though it's only 8 o'clock.

Jack's POV
Mark gets to come back to school tomorrow. That's pretty exciting. I just hope Bob and Wade will leave him alone. He still has to take it easy. I finished my homework and took a shower. I was laying on my bed when I heard my door open. "Hey." It was my dad. "Hi what's up." I said sitting on the edge of my bed. "We need to talk." He said. "About?" I replied back. "About everything. I just want to say I'm sorry for everything I put you through. And I understand if you hate me. But I want you to know that I still love you no matter what." He said looking down at the ground. I don't know what happened but I could feel the anger rising in my body. "It's been almost 2 months since everything happened and you wanna talk about it now?! But fine let's talk. I know you feel like a piece of shit for calling me all those things and you should. You were the reason you pushed me over the edge. Your the reason for half of these fucking scars!" I yelled rolling up my sleeves so he could see the damage. I could tell he was about to say something but I cut him off. "And you barely even talked to me after that! You put mom through hell and now I'm back to getting the shit beat out of me and trying to take care of Mark and keep my grades up. I thought that by now you would've just given up on me! Things were going back to normal. Mark is getting better my grades are up and you have to come in and fucking ruin it!" I yelled. By now I was standing up. I had nothing left to say. "Well I'm sorry. I can't take anything back. I wish I could but I can't. If that's the way you feel, I'll go and you'll never see me again." He said walking out the door. I could hear my mom and dad talking downstairs. He really was leaving. God I fucked everything up. I could hear my mom crying. I went downstairs and she was laying on the couch hugging a pillow. "Mom, I'm sorry." I said walking over to her. But she just looked at me and sat up. "You know. He tried to forgive you and you had to make a big deal out of it. It's not fair. As much as I love you, I want your stuff packed and out of my house after school tomorrow." She said walking away. I couldn't believe it. She kicked me out. I walked back to my room and closed the door. I started gathering my stuff when I saw it. The container and the razors. I couldn't take it but I couldn't leave Mark. I grabbed a razor and walked to bathroom and locked the door. I looked in the mirror and felt nothing. I grabbed the razor and began slicing my arm up and down. Over and over again. I went all the way up to my shoulder. I cut open old ones and made new ones. There was blood all the way down my arm and I began to feel dizzy. I washed off the cuts and got a long enough bandage and wrapped it up. I had a dream that night. I was in the same room with the one light and the mirror. And he was there. The other me. He was looking at me from inside the mirror. Then he spoke. "You failed." He said with his deep Irish accent. "Failed?" I asked. "You'll see." He said as he began to laugh menacingly. I was woken up by my alarm. I got up and got ready for school.