-Mark-

     I wanted to kill that bastard so bad. He hurt Jack for two years, starved him, and threatened him with my life so he didn't tell anyone.

Speaking of Jack, he was walking beside me, shaking uncontrollably.

"Jack, calm down."

"Right. Right."

We walked the rest of the way in silence. When Jack opened the door, the first thing we saw was James. It took all of my willpower to not punch him.

"Hi hon! How was your dinner and walk?"

James leaned in and kissed Jack on the forehead, who quivered just a bit.

"It was nice!" He said, forcing a smile. "We brought home two slices for you!"

"Thanks! Ohh pepperoni with bacon... Lovely."

He had this look in his eyes I was just noticing. It was pure hate and evil.

Touch him again you bitch and I'll take that knife and cut your throat.

But, as Jack and I agreed, I couldn't help him until tomorrow.

"So! Deadpool?" James asked, way to cheery.

"Sure!" I smiled.

Jack nodded and went to go get it. James and I sat down on the couch.

-James-
(Bitchafacea)

Sean had said something. Probably not that I beat him, or Mark would be going fists of fury right about now, but something. He probably made up some lie about being depressed, and that's why he's so skinny or some shit. Ugly bitch. I would go extra hard on him tomorrow.

Mark looked like shit right now. It would be fun to dump Sean, leave him lonely in the dirt, and take up Mark.. But Mark loves the little toad too much.

Jack was taking forever.

"Excuse me for one second."

I got up and headed down the hallway to his room. I peered in.

"Sean? Need help?"

I shut the door.

"James! I didn't tell him anything!"
He whispered

"You better not of."

I grabbed him by the throat and squeezed. He let out a satisfying gasp of terror.

"James" He gasped. "Mark is here. Please."

I didn't let go. I squeezed harder and block all air to his lungs and smiled as he struggled.

"Need help looking for the movie?"

"Nope! Just found it!!"

I let Sean go and he slid down the wall, choking for air.

"No one loves you, Sean."
I spat, hoping that would stick when I was done with him.

I grabbed Deadpool and turned out of the room

-Jack-

James left me on the wall

No one loves you, Sean

That's not true, right? Mark? My fans? Felix? Right?

I guess I wasn't so sure anymore.

I shakily stood up and rubbed at my throat. I stumbled to the bathroom and checked to make sure none of my makeup had come off.

Just one more day of this.

I walked calmly back into the living room, sitting between Mark and James. They both grabbed my hands. One for show, one who cared. Both who new. Mark squeezed my hand the slightest bit, and I saw him glance at me.

-Mark-

I know James must've done something, I could feel Jack shaking.

I want to kill that bastard so much.

I squeezed his hand, looking at him from the corner of my eyes

-T I M E-S K I P-

I stood up about halfway through the movie, to go to the bathroom. I didn't want to leave Jack alone, but I really needed to go, so I had to.

I was closing the door when I heard something.

"J-James I-"

"Ugh, you little, worthless pice of shit. No one wants to hear S-st-stuttering."

"Please- Mark is here- you don't want him to find out"

"I couldn't care less right now, just watching you suffer, you thinking you had Any friends just makes me laugh. Like Mark ever-"

"Shut up! And get your fucking hands off him!"

I wasn't thinking. I rushed out to see James with a knife, hovering over Jack.

"Oh, I take it back. Looks like Mark does care about you! Too bad he'll be dead within the hour."

"N-no! Don't hurt Mark, please"

"How many times are you going say 'please' before releasing it only makes me want to do the thing more, garbage?"

"DON'T TALK TO HIM LIKE THAT!!"

"I do that all the time, Markimoo

I was seething. I promised Jack that James would never hurt him again, and yet here he was, ready to got at Jack with a knife. I glanced at Jack. He was shaking, laying on the couch.

"Anyway, there's nothing you can do.."

"HELP! SOMEONE HEAR-"

James grabbed my throat and pushed me into the wall. I couldn't breath. I scrambled for air.

"I was right.. You are more fun to hurt than that ugly- thing"

I struggled. James' grip stayed strong. Jack lay, so helpless.

"I mean, just look at him" James continued "who in there right minds would want to protect that?"

I don't know what it was, or if I should make an undertale reference here, but something filled me up so much that I managed to pry his fingers of my throat.

"Well, I've never been in my right mind."

I knocked the knife across the room and punched him in the face. He stumbled back long enough for me to run to Jack.

"Jack you're going to be okay."

"Run"

"W-what?"

"Run, call the cops. I can deal with him"

"No!"

"please-"

"Hello?"
Someone else was talking, not me or Jack or James
"Was someone yelling up here?"

"PLEASE! HELP US!" I shouted.

The handle jiggled.

"It's locked, just hold on-"

I made a mad dash for the door, but James caught my ankle, yanking me away from it.

"Call the police, please!"

"What's going on in there?"

"Get off me!"

I used my free foot to kick James in the face. I heard the guy outside talking. I just had to keep James stalled and off Jack until the police got here.

"They're coming, sir"

Thank you

James found a pressure point and hit it, knocking me out.