Antidote (Jacksepticeye x reader)

Chapter 48

Once entering the hospital, I went up the the front desk, asking for Molly’s room number.

“She's not out of surgery yet, cam you come back tommrow?” The nurse in pink said. I clicked my tounge and nodded.

“Have you seen three other people ask for the same room?” I asked, hopefully getting an answer to where those other three went.

“Yes, but I told them the same thing and they left.” Damn.

“Thank you.” I said and turned around, speed walking home while holding onto the straps of my bag. This just prolongs the evnatabe, and it's starting to get on my nerves. We need to be the first ones in her room before her parents get there and finally put an end to their abusive ways. Mandy can't work at school, or even engage in normal human activities while her parents fuck her over just for their own desires. She has a life, and deserves to live it the way she wants to. Not be some marionette and her parents control the strings.

I pulled out my phone from my pocekt and immediately went to Mark’s contact, texting him about Mandy’s condition. He too was scared that her mom and dad will get thier before us and scold the shit out of his. I nervously bit on my nails as I contiuned my walk home, speeding up as my nervousness was going to get the best of me.

This is bad…

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*Signe’s P.O.V*

This is bad…

I thought as I rested my back against the wooden headrest, bringing the thick blanket higher on my chest, very disappointed in myself. Mr. Seven got out of bed once we finshed and went out on his porch to have a smoke, leaving me and my thoughts to go wild.

What did I just do?

Why did I do it?

With a sigh, I placed my head on my hands, facing the harsh reality I was in now. I fucked him once again, and this time, it wasn't so exciting than the other times we had sex. We were going at it, he was thrusting at an animalistic pace and guess what bullshit move I pull.

I moaned out Mark’s name.

Instantly, his tempo changed as if he was fustrated and contiuned with a stressed look on his face. Once he finished, he got up, put back on his dress pants and went outside, snatching the blue lighter that was on his table, labeled S.H., my initials, and it's just been pure silence between the both of us since then.

I know that pissed him off, and I regret it, I regret it so much, I don't think he could forgive me for what I've done. That was the last straw he had for me, since the last time, I wasn't too into it, I was more into my thoughts about Mark, and he was pissed off about that as well, but brushed it aside. This relationship, which is already bad enough to begin with since he's my language teacher, and I'm his student, is now only getting worse because of my feeling towards Mark, and there's no way I can have them both at the same time. Well, there's is only one way to find out for sure.

I got out of bed, searched for my black shorts that was thrown into a corner and put on my lacy bra. At the same time, I heard the back door close, and footsteps walk to and past the bedroom to the kitchen. Fixing the straps to the purple bra, I slipped on his Nike slippers, and walked out of the room, closing the door behind me and walking to the kitchen, straching my arm. From what I can see, he was leaning on the island, his head tilted up and his slightly tanned back faced to me.

Hesitantly, I walked into the kitchen, grabbing a mug from the cupboard and filling it up with coffee he just made. I leaned against the sink across from him, and we made eye contact for half a second, before I looked down and focused on the hot drink in my hands.

We stayed in complete silence, it was frightening.

“You really have something towards him. It's not all a bluff, is it?” He finally spoke up, brushing his hand through his blood red hair that was in a mess from me tugging at it. He didn't attempt to make eye contact, and I wasn't planning to because I know that if I do, the burden on my shoulders would only become heavier.

“Moaning out his name even if you're fucking someone else? Thinking of him instead of the person you're fucking? Why are you doing this to me? I feel as if you're trying to hurt me on purpose, Singe.” He finally looked my way while I kept my head down. I could feel his red eyes shoot daggers into my skin as he intensely stared me down. I could feel the disappointment breathing on my neck, making me very uncomfortable.

“You know I don't mean to hurt you. I never intend to, but,” I looked up from the cup filled with coffee, finally gathering enough courage to look him in the eyes. Oddly, I couldn't read his eyes. Well, who can? They had mixed emotions filling them, making it hard to decode what his heart is feeling. Is he sad? Angry? Jealous?

“What we have cannot be official, we both know that, Luciel. And we both know shit is going to go downhill from here. This is only the beginning, so I want to end it before it gets worse.” I put my cup down on the counter, walking up to him and placing my hand on his cheek, feeling him soften up immediately once we made contact. I pushed his cheek so he could face me once again, and held back the urge to kiss his pursed lips.

“I'm not saying I don't love you, I really do, but this can't last. I'm going to hurt you and me both is this continues. You hear?” After a moment he nodded, which put a small smile on my face. I got onto my toes and reached up to kiss him. His hands fell on my waist, holding me for support, is what I first thought, but once he evily smirked against my lips, picking me up, turning around and placing me on the island, I was very wrong. Then, with the same forsaken smirk plastered on his face, he laid kisses up and down my neck, occasionally biting on the soft skin.

“I love you too, babe, but let's face it. We couldn't end this even if we really wanted to.” I laughed as I felt his hands trail up and down my side, one hand falling onto my lap and spreading my legs open. His other hand that was still roaming my body crawled up my back and unbuckled my bra, letting it fall effortlessly off my arms.

“If we did, I wouldn't be able to live without these.” He commented, pointing to my breast before taking one in his hand and griping, instantly making a moan come out of me. I whimpered as the hand in between my legs found its way to the waistband on my shorts, making small circles before he finally decided to slip his hand into my shorts and rub my covered womanhood.

“See? Look at you, moaning underneath me. Only I can do that, remember?” The tone in his voice changed as he looked at me through hooded, lust filled eyes, “you don't want to leave Sir, do you?” I shook my head no, as if he didn't have to tell me twice.

“N-no sir…”

“That's what I through. I can't imagine my doll leaving my side.” His hand slipped out of my shorts and he looked down. I flowed his eyes to find a tent in his pants, chuckling.

“Aw, wouldn't you look at that. You called me sir and now I'm all hard. Do Sir a favour and suck me off, yeah?” I then got of the counter and fell to my knees, right in front of his crotch, and placing my hands on his belt.

This is very bad…

(There is gonna be so much shit happening, I swear 50% of it isn't even gonna relate to the actual story y'all should get ur notebook out and track everything down cuz shiiii, I'm getting confused as well)