Bullet |Septiplier|

Chapter 6

|Jack's POV|

~flash back~

-age 5-

"Ha ha ha! Catch me daddy!" I ran through our meadow, wind ruffling up my hair and threw myself into my dad's trusting arms. His rumbling laugh and my squeals of excitement were the only things to be heard through the meadow.

-age 10-

I ran home, tears streaming down my face.

"What's wrong pumpkin-" my mom cut off abruptly when she saw my face. "O-oh dear! Hun you sit down and I'll bring some bandages and-and medicine and an ice pack" she ran off as I collapsed into the kitchen chair. My dad walks in and I see his eyes darken with anger.

"W-who the hell did this to you, son?!" He snarled, making me flinch back in fear. I had never seen my father this way, he was always the happy-go-lucky kinda guy. He had always kept his anger in check and a smile on his face.

When I flinched he immediately closed his eyes and took a couple deep breaths. After a few moments he seemed back to his normal self— even though he still seemed mad. "Son, please tell me who did this you."

"I-I don't want things to get worse" I mutter. Dad looked at me with so much sadness in his eyes that I wanted to just say sorry for whatever made home so sad. It couldn't be my fault, could it? I hope not...

-age 13-

Shit shit shit NOW I've finally and done it. I had just gotten back from my only friend's house and from making the biggest mistake of my life. I was curled up in a ball on the corner of my bed, crying my eyes out and deeply regretting what I had done.

It was around 3 an and me and Issac were up late playing video games. He had just beaten me at Mario kart and was gloating like he had never won before. I just laughed and stared at his perfect lips and beautiful bouncy hair. Sound seemed to stop and all the only thing in the room seemed to be me and a perfect angel. I didn't notice till I was an inch away that I was leaning towards him. Fuck it, I thought. And I kissed him. Granted, it was only a peck but Issac shoved me away hard and looked like I had insulted every fiber of his being. "Y-you're a fag?!" He snarled, with hell fire dancing in his eyes.

"I-I-" I stuttered But was cut off.

"Get the hell away from me fag!" He yelled and practically threw me out. My stuff followed soon after and I was abandoned by my fri— ex friend in the rain outside. I grabbed my drenched things and started the long walk home, since I could tell they would never let me in the car again.

I had tears streaming down my face in rivers and my head was spinning with confusion. I had never questioned anything like my sexuality before. I couldn't be gay, could I? I had always thought that I was straight! I mean, yeah I've always paid attention in the pe locker rooms when I was changing, but that was normal, right? This was still going through my mind at 8 in the morning until I finally passed out from exhaustion.

Fag was spray painted on my locker the next day.

-age 14-
I've come to terms with my gayness but I still don't like it. It's the reason I'm tortured every day and the reason my life is shit now. The only good thing was that it now moving soon. I wonder how America's gonna treat me...

-early age 15-
One of them knows Issac
~flashback over~