~ Mark ~

I groggily start to wake up from the sunlight in my eyes that was shining brightly through my bedroom window, rubbing the sleep away with my free hand since I had my other around Jack.

Soon memories flooded back in my mind about yesterday. Poor Jack, being hurt like this by his own mother. What mother would do that to their child? Why would the child deserve it? It makes no sense why his mother would just get drunk constantly and beat him just because. I think there's more to this than Jack is telling me. No mother gets drunk that many times for the heck of it, usually they do so to forget the pain of something that had once happened.

Either way, I'm not letting Jack go home to what he calls a mother.

As I was deep in thought I felt movements by my side which indicated that Jack had woken up.

"Morning" I said softly.

"5 more minutes" he mumbled as he dug his head under his pillow.

I chuckled at his actions and lifted the pillow up to reveal a small messy tuff of green hair and bright blue eyes tiredly staring at me.

"But I'm tired" he dragged.

I rolled my eyes then ruffled his hair, hearing his heart melting giggle and got up to get dressed for the day.

"C'mon ye goof ball, get up so I can check on your wound" I said throwing on my lucky flannel and jeans.

He sighed in defeat and got up, sitting at the edge of the bed.

"I'll do this quick cause we got things to do today" I said lifting up his shirt.

"We do?" He asked.

"Yep" I simply replied.

"Well, the right side which had the glass in it seems to be healing slowly which is good," I tell him.

"What about the bruises on my left side, have they faded at all?" He asked.

(A/n: Yes that's the left side of my stomach which isn't that bad but let's pretend it's jacks)

"A little bit.. It's getting there" I replied pulling his shirt down.

He nodded.

I put the FA kit away and turn back towards him, "breakfast?" I smirk.

"Pancakes?" He beamed.

"Sure" I chuckled.

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After we finished our breakfast I talked to Jack about turning in his mother to the police since he's been too afraid to do it himself. He was very scared and I could see that, but I assured him that he could stay with me as long as he wanted and that it would be okay. He was unsure but said he'd think about it. As much as he hated her, she was still his mother and it would hurt him to see her in prison.

Later that day we were playing video games to get his mind off things but he paused the game and turned to me and said "Mark, what if instead of turning her in to the police that why don't we put her in a rehab centre to start? Get her off of all the alcohol so she can think straight so I could ask her questions I can finally get answers to?"

I thought for a moment and turned to face him.

"If that's what you want to do then I'm with you 100%" I smiled.

He smiled and hugged me as a thank you and we continued to game for a few more hours.

I hope things will go well tonight.

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A/n: I'm sorry it's so short but I hope it was okay!