|Marks POV|

I was making breakfast this morning. I hummed to myself a random tune as I cooked chocolate pancakes for Jack. They had to be perfect.

I knew I was in love with Jack the moment I laid eyes on him. Of course that wasn't confirmed until I saw Jack with Wiishu. I was definitely jealous of the pretty Korean who had won Jacks heart and was in his arms. I soon came to my senses and decided to feel happy for Jack. I just want him to be happy. I sighed and flipped the pancakes.

I then heard footsteps going down the stairs. Well speak of the devil, I thought  as Jack entered the kitchen. "Good morning J-" I stopped right there as I faced him and saw no emotion in his face or eyes. Something was wrong. "Are you ok?" I asked cautiously. He ignored me and went to the weapons closet and pulled out a knife. He slowly advanced to me chanting "Do mháistir. Do mhástir. Do mháster." Over and over. "W-what are you doing bud?" I stammered, scared of my friend for the first time.

He was so close. I could feel every breath he made as he stared at me with glassy eyes.

Next thing I know, I am on the floor, my chest heaving for the need of air, with Jack pinning me down. "Seasamh fós mo mills" Jack hissed into my ear.

Sharp pain erupted from my left arm, causing me to struggle from his grasp. "Dúirt mé a bheith fós" he yelled. He then punched me in the stomach, knocking the breath out of me once again. I looked over at my arm and what I saw made me freeze.

A long gash ran down my arm as warm blood trickled from the wound. "What the hell Jack?!" I screamed. He just laughed  and punched everywhere he could. I soon had a busted lip, a black eye, bruised cheeks, and stinging ears.

I had had enough. I shoved him off of me in to the wall and ran. That's when I became idiot of the day. I ran to the corner of the room. Jack cornered me and smashed my head against the wall. I slumped over as black dots swarmed my vision.

When they cleared up, I saw that Jack had me pinned with a knife to my chest and a grin that didn't match his eyes.

I closed my eyes and a picture of Jack filled my mind, his smiling face, bright twinkly eyes as he was being truly happy. I then braced myself for the knife that would spear my broken heart.

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A/N
Hoi there. Jack says a couple things in Irish that I think should be translated. "Do mháistir" means for master. "Seasamh fós mo mills" means stand still my sweet. "Dúirt mé a bheith fós" means I said stand still. Let me know if you want more authors notes. Love y'all  boi. XD