Dog Teeth || Darkiplier and Jacksepticeye [Abuse and Smut]

Chapter Thirteen

And it tells you to tear everything apart

Jack awoke to sunlight filtering in past soft white curtains, to the soft noise of voices on the TV and the smell of fresh coffee and breakfast, and his body lay on a soft mattress under a warm blanket. He didn't awake to yelling, beating, rape, or being thrown to the ground.
A small smile tugged at his lips, and while it wasn't much, it was the most genuine smile there'd been in a few weeks.
"Hey," Jack's blue eyes shifted over to see Felix in a soft chair in the corner. Jack smiled at him, and Felix smiled back. "How'd you sleep?" He asks softly, leaning over and pushing Jack's hair back from his face.
"Good, but I'm still tired.." Jack's voice is hoarse from his screams and cries, but it's soft and there's still love in his tone. Felix nods,
"You can sleep more. You're safe here." Jack pulls the blanket back over him,
"Before I do, how are you feeling? After he-?" Felix sighed,
"I mean, it hurts, but.. he left you alone for a bit." Jack didn't argue. Because it was true, but he felt guilty that poor Felix got involved. He hadn't done anything to deserve this. "Just sleep, honey, the coffee isn't going anywhere." Jack's head falls back to the pillow, and he's out like a light.

Dark wakes up with a bitter feeling in his stomach. He rises from the bed and prepares for his search, to find his toy and the selfish prick that took him away. Jack belonged to Dark. The demon refused for things to be any other way.
Dark cursed softly as he saw Jack's phone sitting on the floor, a bit away from a blood stain when Dark hit him the previous night.
Without Jack's phone, he had no way to pinpoint in on Jack. So right now, he was very lost, and he wasn't sure where to start.

Felix stood and made his way over to the phone, his heart raced as he thought of making this call. While it was nothing like calling the police, who would probably think they were crazy anyway, it was still very nerve wracking.
He called down to the main lobby, and a cheery woman with a bubbly voice answered.
"Hi, my name is Felix Kjellburg, I'm in room 912 with a friend. Right now, things are not well, and we would prefer that if anyone is to come looking for us, that you do not give away our location or that we are here, please."
"Of course, that would go against our policy, anyway. Is there anything we can do for you?" Felix looked back at Jack,
"Could we get some more pillows please? And a few more blankets?" His voice was soft. He really just wanted Jack to feel safe, and obviously the bed made him feel safe.
"Yes, we'll get those right up to you!" Felix could hear the woman's smile, "If that's all, I will let you go," Felix hummed a soft 'yes' in agreement, "Great! Those blankets and pillows are on their way, have a good stay. Thank you!" The line clicked dead and Felix gently put the phone back into its place.

Dark slipped from the house into the garage, cursing to himself with rage as he tried to think of ways he could find Jack.
Dark clicked his tongue as he pondered his options, and his best one would probably be to look on foot so he could cover more ground than he would in the car. He walked back into the house and slipped on a sweater before leaving the cozy home into a rather chilly day for LA.

Felix opened the door to a smiling woman in a uniform, holding folded blankets and pillows. Felix thanked her and took them from her, closing the door as quietly as he could before walking over to Jack and wrapping him up even more in them.
The Irishman stirred and his eyes fluttered open, and he giggled as he saw Felix. "The hell you doin'?" He asked with a wide smile,
"Building a pillow fort around you, what does it look like to you?" Felix kept a serious face as he said this, but couldn't help but fall into a fit of laughter with Jack.
"Is the coffee still here?" Felix snorted and nodded,
"Yeah, it tried to run, but I got it for you," He smiled as he stood up and poured it into a thick paper cup for Jack, plain black coffee, like he liked it. The Irishman sat up in the blankets and took the hot coffee from Felix' hands, sipping on it in comfortable silence aside from the quiet TV.
"Do you think he's looking for us?" Felix asked. Jack didn't even look up as he answered in a bland voice,
"I already know he is." Felix looked down as well, he didn't know how long it'd be before Jack had to return back to his hell hole. Felix swallowed and tried to change the subject,
"Are you hungry?" He asked with a smile, and Jack nodded as a smile tugged at his own lips.

It was probably four or five in the afternoon by now. Dark had walked around the outskirts of LA in search of the two, but with no luck. He'd been walking for hours, and he was feeling himself growing irritated. He huffed as he turned on his heels to head back to the house rather than going into LA today.
He slammed the door shut, growling as he shuffled through the house into the kitchen. He flipped on the lights and saw a clean room, sighing as he thought of Jack. He didn't miss him, no, he couldn't. But he did miss what Jack had to offer.
Dark cursed as he looked at the time, it was 6:34 in the evening. He had been out most of the day, and so he sat down and rubbed his temples.

Jack hummed softly as he showered, it felt nice now that his wounds were healing without interruption from fresh ones. He stepped out and dried himself off, feeling clean and content as he stepped back into the room with boxers and a T-shirt on. His state of content didn't last long, Felix was gone. What if Dark found them? Jack's head whipped around as he looked around the hotel room,
"Felix?" He asked, answered with silence. He slipped on sweatpants and dashed out to the hallway, "Felix!" He shouted as he jogged down the empty hallway. His heart raced as he began speeding up. He turned a corner and slammed into someone, stumbling back for a moment and apologizing. Jack tried to avoid looking up, with his bruised face. But he did,
"Felix!" He threw his arms around the blond,
"Are you okay? I thought you were in the shower.." Felix rubs his back,
"I was, but you left! I didn't know where you went!" Felix cursed,
"I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd be out so soon.. I got some snacks for us, I'm sorry.." On the floor next to Felix was a tipped-over bag, a box of granola bars and some yogurt slipping from the bag.
"Oh.. I just thought-"
"I know. I'm sorry.. I should've told you." Jack sighed and smiled, helping Felix with the bags back to the room.

Hi! There's no Jelix here, I just wanted to write something more domestic so we can see more of our happy lil' tater:>>
Anyway, yeah! Thanks so much for reading!