You know... Sean always liked performance. Was that strange? He used to love making people laugh, he surely never failed at making Felix and Mark laugh... At least when he tried to be funny. He thought he was funny. Real comedian. He thought them holding him captive in this glass box of doom was a waste on his extreme talents.
"Do you think I'm talented Mark?" Sean looked over at his significant other, as well as guard. "In what sense?"
"In any regard".
He looked over at Jack momentarily. "I've only ever seem you here and not outside... For all I know you could have amazing talents but you're cooped up in here..." he stated, tilting his head. "Which is exactly why you should let me out", Sean tapped his index finger on the glass.
"Nice try babe", Mark looked back down at his book, turning the page. "Do you really love me?"
"Pardon?" Mark seemed thrown off guard.
"Do you really love me?" Sean repeated innocently, Mark blinking and looking back down at his book. "You should know the answer to that, Jack".
"Can't you remind me?"
"I do love you and you know that very well", Mark turned the page. "Then why won't you let me out", Sean slapped the glass and Mark rolled his eyes to look over at Jack. "I'm not playing this game".
"If you love me why the fuck won't you let me free?!" Sean was already boiling with anger, even he knew he was being unreasonable, but he still pushed on. "Why are you getting so hot headed over this?" Sean knew Mark cared about him, most people would get scared of him at this point, but not Mark, he dealt with Sean's shit daily.
"Fuck you!" Sean stood and turned his back to Mark, crossing his arms stubbornly. "Fuck me? Fuck you!" Mark set his book down and stood, walking over to the glass box with a smirk on his face. "Shut up! God I hate you!" Sean screamed and Mark chuckled, quietly opening the door and stepping in, sneaking up behind Jack and hugging him from behind. Sean relaxed instantly, placing his hands over Mark's calmly.
"I love you Sean", Mark purred into his neck and Jack bit his lip, leaning against him.
Who could love a freak like you?
Clearly Mark.
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"Yes ma'am, my name is Rodney Elton Stewart and I assure you miss, your son is in good hands!" The ginger shook her hand firmly, smiling his sweet smile. All red flags and sirens went off in Sean's head when he saw this monster the first time. "Will he always be in there?" She pointed to the glass dome her son was standing in, his eyes vividly wild and full of anger.
"Yes ma'am", Rodney grinned charmingly, exchanging a glance with Sean before continuing the conversation with Sean's parents. Sean took no interest in what they were talking about, so he took one final scour his surroundings before he let his tears fall. He was tricked into coming here, it was February 7th, his birthday. His parents tricked and deceived his better judgement, telling him they were taking him out for his birthday, that they were giving him a 'surprise', but as soon as he saw the building, he understood and threw a massive fit.
He was calm now, probably from whatever the fuck they had in the syringe they gave him, his body felt numb and his emotions were out of place, more than usual.
"Okay, you-yes ma'am, you can see him tomorrow, that should be fine", Rodney showed them out and soon came back, staring up at Sean with a blank glare. "Another headache to deal with", Rodney scoffed and Sean fell onto the bed, curling up into a ball and sniffling, wanting nothing more than to go home. He felt overly restrained in this tiny box, so much that he could go insane.
He shut his eyes, weeping about how confused he was. How could they do this to him? How fucked up as parents can you be to send your youngest son to such a confined and claustrophobic place, if Sean was lucky, his time here won't be overdue. "What are you sulking about? I should be cry rather than you, I have to watch over you, you little shit! Until we can find some sad sop to watch you instead", Sean didn't want to get worked up over this mans words, he truly just wasn't worth it, even he knew that much.
"Are you deaf!?" Sean flinched when he slammed his palm against the glass. "Hey! Look at me when I'm talking to you! Crazy! Fucko look at me!"
Sean forces himself to meet his eyes, his piercing green eyes boring into Sean's blue ones.
"You're my bitch, don't you forget that", he smiled a smile that sent shivers down his spine. Sean's eyes watered and burned as he turned his back to Rodney, not wanting to reveal his weak state, just as Sean taught himself. Showing weakness will result to a beating he'd rather not have.
He heard the door open and he gripped the sheets tightly, praying to god to stay protected from this man, praying this was all just a terrible dream and that he will wake up in the morning to find himself at home in bed, ready to make himself some black coffee, earning himself a kiss on the head from his mother, rewarding him for not burning himself.
But it all remained in vain as large hands grabbed his brown locks, forcing him to stand up, screams escaping his lips as he tried to pry Rodney's fingers off.
"You're my bitch! You little shit! You fucking crazy delinquent! You're nothing! Nothing but a little pest no one could ever love! Don't you forget that! Who could want a freak like you!?"
Who indeed?
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Fanfiction"Oh, and also Mark" He said, Mark looking up at him with pursed lips. "Don't look, listen or talk to Sean for too long". "Why?" "He'll drive you to insanity"
