Septiplier Neko

Self-conflict

Jack's POV.

I woke up with a headache the sun shining in my eyes forcing me to lose my sleep, I scrunch up my nose, open my eyes and sit up. I look beside me to see Mark sleeping peacefully, so I quietly slip out of bed, but the moment I stood up, my legs went numb and I fell to the floor, I stayed down for a second to make sure I didn't wake up Mark.

Once I was sure he was still asleep, I used the bed to get back up when I did I noticed that I was in my boxers and Mark's shirt, but I was in pain. ‘What happened last night?’ I try to think but my head hurt so much; still a little wobbly I walk to the door. I quietly open the door just enough to slip out; then I closed it quietly behind me and walked to the stairs. “Fuck” I whisper to myself, tightly grabbing the rail as I stepped down the first step hissing in pain, I go down the rest as quietly as possible, when I reached the bottom I went straight to the bathroom. Once I was in, I closed and locked the door, then walked up to the sink looking in the mirror I saw purple bruise like things on my neck ‘I thought I only had one of those'

I unbutton the shirt, then slip it off, my whole upper body was covered in purple bruises and right on my shoulder there was a bite; mark. I touch each bruise; oddly enough they didn't hurt

‘I've never had bruises that didn't hurt what are these?’ I lean forward then a sharp pain went through me I bit my lip ‘That hurts so much, what happened? If we did what I think we did I shouldn't be hurting this much, but I don't feel needy or hot.’ I remember what happened at the restaurant I shiver at the thought of it ‘Mark looking so worried, and he was so happy when he got me back, or I was happy when he got me back, then the police came, after we got our stuff and came home and I shared my drink with Mark’ then my head pounded ‘What was in that drink? We drank some then sat on the couch we started talking and-' my face went red ‘Does Mark remember? Will he be mad at me?’

As I think this I hear stomping or something being hit than a door close “Jack?” I hear Mark say I quickly grab his shirt and put it back on making sure it covered every purple bruise as best I could. As I was doing that I heard the door handle jiggle “Jack are you OK?”

“Y-yeah give me just a second” I say; my voice a bit horse then I walk up to the door and opened it to Mark. There was something off about him not in a bad way but when I saw him my heart stopped. I've known this man for a while now; I've seen him in every light but something just didn't feel the same. As I looked at him I didn't see a Master I had to serve, this feeling felt different from anything I've felt before.

I guess I was doing something weird. “Jack are you OK? You look confused and pale, are you sick?” He said and put his hand on my forehead.

I shake my head. “Huh? N-no I was just thinking, sorry” I say smiling it wasn't fake, I didn't know I could smile that big without being forced to.

“OK well you need to get some clothes on. we'll be leaving in a bit” I nod and walk to the steps I go up them and into the bedroom, Once I'm in I grab some new clothes. I changed my boxers, then put on some pants, I sniffed the shirt I was wearing; my nose scrunches up, I take it off and grab a new one, one that smelled like Mark. I place the dirty clothes into a separate bag then I head down stairs to see Mark on the couch I walk up and sit next to him. “You're ready good let me just pack up our stuff then we can leave” with that he got up and went upstairs.

My ears drop when he leaves ‘My heart was beating so fast’ I place my hand over my heart ‘Why do I feel like this? Nothing has changed between us, so why do I feel different’

As I think this Mark comes back with our stuff and sets them down next to me, then he pulls a brush out of his bag, walks behind me and starts brushing my hair “Are you excited to go back home?”