Punk Meets Pastel [Septiplier] [COMPLETED]

♡ Twenty Seven ♡

Jack shoots up from the bed and looks imedietally to Mark as Marks eyes light up. "Jack! You're-"

"What happened? Why are we here? Is the b-"

"Ah, he's awake." Jack averts his eyes to the curtain that was separating him from the rest of the room. Mark walks over and pulls the curtain over. "They said you weren't going to wake up for another month or so. How are you feeling?"

"Why is he here?" Jack turns back to Mark.

"Now, hon, there's no need to get mad-"

"Why. Is. He. Here?" Mark sighs.

"He's the reason you both are in the beds." Jack turns to him and stares.

"What happened." Jack doesn't peel his gaze away from the man in the other bed.

"Well, you were sitting at home, and he came over while I went out. You two were fine until he apologized..."

"Sean, I want to apologize." Jack freezes. "I was terrible while you were growing up. And, I never said sorry properly."

"I... um... um... I need to go outside for a second!" Jack stands up carefully, but he grabs Jacks arm.

"Sean, please. Don't do this." Jack looked into his eyes. They were pleading and apologizing millions of times. Jack sighs.

"Okay. I'll stay."

Jack still felt an unseddling feeling.

"You see? And then he said that you fell over, and hit your head, but grabbed his shirt to help yourself up and he fell too-"

"That isn't what happened!" Jack yelled, suddenly remembering. "I know what really happened!"

"Sean, please. Don't do this."

"Let go of me." He says softly, pulling very lightly.

"Don't leave me alone again."

"Let go!"

"We can fix this!" He tightens his grip.

"You're hurting me!" Jack says, pulling away harder.

"You're still mine." He says. Tears start to show up on Jacks bottom eyelids, for he was digging his nails into Jacks wrists. "You can never get away from me."

"Leave me alone! Go away! I hate you!" He yells. Jack slaps him, and his grasp on Jack was loosened. Jack falls back on to the ground.

"Your mother used to fight like that." A sinister smile creeps on to his face. Jack gasps, shaking. He feels his lip quiver. "She used to wine, and scream, oh, it was beautiful." Jack starts backing up, gripping on to some things, but they would last long, for his hand slipped on everything due to his sweary palms. He continues approaching Jack, and Jack finds himself against the wall. He looks behind him, then in front and sees a hand reach down and grab him.

"Leave me alone, Michael!" Michael lifts him from his shirt, and punches him. He drops Jack, and chuckles.

"You're nothing. Worthless. A huge piece of shit. Youre a little slut." Jack crys silently, but stops. He starts to laugh. Michael looks at him, confused. His laugh grows, becoming maniacal, loud, and frightening.

"Did you really think," Jack stands up, holding his stomach. "That I am that stupid?!" He looks at Michael, a crazy look in his eye. "You're not winning this one. You aren't winning ever again!" Michael smirks.

"Finally standing up to your old man, 'ey?"

"You were never my father. I've always hated you!" He screams. "What you did to my siblings, what you did to me, what you did to ma. You're a liar. You deserve to rot in jail!" He yells. Michael scowls and brings out a pocket knife. "You won't win." Jack says.

Michael goes after Jack, attempting to stab his throat. Jack turns at the right time, but grabs Michael and punches his face after turning him towards himself. They continue to fight until Jack falls and hits his head. Michael was bloody and bruised, Jack being bruised as well. Not as bloody. Mark came inside at that moment and sees Jack on the floor. Michael was already on the floor, and began the act.

"Michael... is that true?" Mark turns to him. Michael shakes his head.

"He's lying! I wouldn't hurt a fly!"

"Bullshit!" Jack yells. "You hurt us all!"

"Jack! Sweety! Time to come down for dinner!"

"Yes ma! I'll be down very soon!" He yells back. He finishes building his Lego project that he had started working on with one of his older brothers, Malcolm. He finished it and held it up, admiring his work when he heard footsteps. He recognized them as his father's. "Don't sorry daddy. I'm almost done. I think I just need to alter a few of these so it looks a little better. Then I need to ask Susan for some of her stickers to male it look better!"

"You're starting sports from now on." He walked in and took the Lego train from Jack.

"What? I don't like sports! Daddy! That isnt fair!" His father walks to the garbage can that was behind Jack. Jack turns and watches his father put it in the bin. "Daddy! You aren't being fair! I don't like sports!"

"Where are they?"

Jack froze. "Where are what?"

"The girl toys. I know you've been using Susan's." He begins walking over to the closet, and opens the door, looking around

"What? No! I would never-" his father pulls out a bin full of all sorts of Barbie's, dolls, and pastel colored toys of all sorts.

"You lied to me."

"I'm sorry daddy!" He started walking towards Jack, Jack backing away from him. "I-I-I didn't mean to d-dissapoint you!" He stutters.

"Quit stuttering!" He pulls the cigarette he had in his mouth out from between his chapped lips, and pressed it on to Jacks baby soft arms. "Daddy!" He cried out, screaming after. His dad took the glass bottle he had in his hand and smashed it, grabbing a piece of glass, and cutting along the top side of his arm that always saw sunlight. Blood oozed from his pale arms, making him scream. His mother came into the room, and screamed at Michael.

"I still have the scar. He went so deep, that I had to get stitches. It was so wide. My ma, she got struck by him. Then he moved on to my siblings." Michael scoffed.

"Oh that's a bunch of bull. I didn't hurt any of you."

"Yes you did." A voice said from the door. All heads turn to it, Jack smiling, Michael rolling his eyes, and Mark smiling as well, knowing who it was.

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I'm sorry for not updating recently. I went through a few problems. Not writers block, but other emotionally damaging stuff. I'll try to update more. Sorry I was a disappointment to you all.

Anyway, if you enjoyed this chapter, go ahead and take that vote button, smash it, put it in the garbage can, then throw it out the window. I hope I see you all in the next chapter. Peace out girl scouts ✌.