Punk Meets Pastel [Septiplier] [COMPLETED]

♡ Fifteen ♡

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Mark opens his eyes and immediately smiles.

Then it fades. He doesn't see Jack next to him. He sits up, worried. Carl comes back into the room.

"Oh, good. You're awake. If you're looking for Mr. McLouchlin, he was allowed to go home today. So, he went home."

Mark simply says, "oh." He sighs.

"But, good news for you. You're being released tomorrow morning. Just, make sure to change the bandages, and take care of the wound. You know the routine." Mark nods. The nurse leaves the room.

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"You have a good day, sir." Mark nods. "You too." He walks to his motorcycle and gets on. He goes back to the dorms.

First thing he sees when he enters the dorm is his roommate.

Making out with some girl on the couch. They were going to be shirtless and possibly naked soon. He knew it. His roommate had a new girl almost every He rolls his eyes a little and walks past them. He gets into his room, and closes the door. Mark sits down at his desk. He sighs and pulls out his phone.

Jackipoo: Hey baby... I'm at the beach. Can you like, come? Now? Please? It's dark, and scary, and there's a person that I don't know and I'm really scared that I'm going to get hurt or worse just, please come quick!!

The last thing said before the accident. Tears start to fill Marks eyes. If I was there for him... If I was there with him, I could've been his hero. He wipes his tears. Maybe he'd be better off without me.

But, the truth was, Jack would probably be completely lost without him.

And most likely in an abusive relationship with Tyler.

"Jack!" Tyler slurs his words, trying to stay up, but failing, making Jack hold him up. His arms were resting on Jacks shoulders, his head also on Jacks. Jack rolls his eyes. "Jack, let's go talk in the bathroom."

"Why." It wasn't a question, but also wasn't an exclamatory respond.

"Because, you loooooove me and you want to help me." He was right. But, Jack preferred to help when the people weren't drunk shits. He enjoys drinking, really, he does. But, he just doesn't often because he knows he might hurt someone. Not physically, but mentally. He also doesn't drink as much as, well, everyone else he knows. Tyler yanks Jack off his chair before he can deny and defend why they shouldn't go into the bathroom. They get in there, and Tyler makes his way to a stall. Jack walks up to the mirror, gagging and sploshing noises following. He rolls his eyes and looks at his features.

"Fat. That's what you are." He thinks. "You need to lose weight. Stop with the cakes, and cookies, all of that shit. Its bad for you. And, you don't look good. You look fat, bloated, chubby, everything. You look disgusting." He hears the toilet flush as he finishes his thoughts. He sighs and watches Tyler make his way over to Jack. Jack smiles weakly to his intoxicated friend. He doesn't return the gesture, but does look Jack up and down.

"Tyler? Are you okay?" Tyler licks his lips and grabs Jacks hips, digging his nails into the smaller boys skin. "Tyler, that hurts! Stop!" He tries to pull away, and push Tyler back, but he won't let go. Jack feels lips brush against his neck. Sadly, he enjoys it, but only because he hasn't been touched like this before. At least, not the hips part. He was not enjoying that. Tyler bites his neck, harder than expected, causing Jack to punch him in the gut as a reflex. Tyler doesn't let go of Jack, but does bite down harder. Jack groans in pain and finally gets Tyler off him. Horror was hiding in his blue eyes.

Tyler pulls Jack close again, hitting him even more. Jack trips while getting away the best he can. Tyler follows him as he scoots to the last stall the best he can. Tyler pulls him by his ankle towards him. Jack lets out a bit of a scream as Tyler pulls him. His nails once again digging into his soft skin. He groans in pain as Tyler continues to bruise the boy. Tyler starts taking off Jacks black jacket, then his "Berlin" shirt, biting and marking the boys chest and stomach. Jack groans and slightly yells in pain, not enjoying this at all. He hears the bathroom door open. He looks at the door.

He mouths, "help me," but the person that was entering had already left. Tyler smirks and moves to Jacks face. He tries to kiss Jack, but Jack jerks away from him, managing to wiggle free a little. Tyler doesn't take notice, but does notice he was rejected. His face drains into a scowl like feature, now frightening Jack. "You're not getting away that easily, princess."

Jacks eyes fill with tears as he realizes what he must do. He scratches Tyler's left cheek, digging his nails into Tyler's skin, leaving four marks on it. Tyler pulls away, bringing his hand up to his cheek, looking at the blood. Jack gasps as he realizes he had hurt him, and dug too deep into his friends flesh. He covers his mouth, crying a little.

"Tyler I-" Tyler looks at him, anger now raging in his face. He was a flaming ball of anger. He pulled Jack close and started disrobing himself along with some more of Jack. Before he got Jacks pants off, the bathroom door opens and Jack realizes what he must do. "RAPE!" He screams at the top of his lungs. The man that was coming into the bathroom notices, and pulls Tyler off. Jack cries into the man's shoulder.

"There, there, princess. I'm here."

Mark raises his head of his desk, looking around his semi-dark room. He looked at his phone.

9:15 pm

Four missed calls
Three unread messages
Two new voicemails

Hoping it was Jack, he unlocks his phone. He looks at the messages.

Jackipoo: Hey baby. Wondering if you wanted to come over? Or I could come over? I just want to see you again.

Mark shakes his head, laughing. He begins to type when he realizes he still has unread messages.

Mom: hey Mark! Mom here! Just wondering how you're a going and next time you're coming out to see your family. Thomas really misses you. And, so does Buddi.

He smiles and reads the last text. "What the fuck?!" Is all he can say.

Blocked Number sent an attachment

It was a picture of Jack and Jessie with her stupid mask on. Jack was tied up and bruised.

He was also halfway naked and crying.