Sorry it took so long.

QOTD: what do you do in your spare time?

AOTD: I draw a lot or sometimes write music
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"Mark you're hurting me! G-get off!" Jack yelled, squirming around in Marks grasp. He paid no attention to what Jack was saying and kept going with what he was doing, harsh alcohol coursing through his veins.

Jack was in desperate need of help and didn't know what to do. Marks mom wasn't home since she took the late shift for her job so she couldn't help, and nobody else was around. He kicked, he screamed, he cried, he prayed but alas nothing worked.

So, Jack thought outside of the box in this frantic situation. He waited for the right moment, all the while still trying to push Mark away. Sure enough, bam! He kicked Mark right between the legs as hard as he could with what little strength he had left, Mark fell to the ground groaning in pain.

With tears still burning Jacks eyes, throat sore from yelling and muscles aching from Marks harsh grip, he managed to scramble away from his drunk despicable boyfriend, running up to their room and slamming the door shut while locking it.

Jack slid down the door and brought his knees to his chest crying. Why would he do this? He thought. Is this the end of us? Will there even be an 'us' anymore? His thoughts raced about, head aching and pounding away at his mind like a chaotic stampede.

Making a final decision he aggressively wiped away his tears, got up from his spot and started packing necessities needed for a couple days out. He reached for his phone out of his back pocket -which had a fresh new crack in the screen- and dialled a friends number.

"Hello?" The person said groggily.

"Hey Felix-"

"Jack? What are you calling me for? It's 2 in the morning" Felix said rather displeased.

"Listen Felix, me and Mark...had a b-bad fight...-" Jack was cut off by his own sobs which made Felix more alert and concerned.

"Oh, I'm sorry, are you okay? do you need anything?"

"A place to stay...only for a couples days and I promise I'll be out of your hair after that"

"Don't worry about that, sure you can stay, I'll get the guest room ready"

"Thank you, I owe you one"

"That's what friends are for dude, it's no problem"

"I'm on my way"

"Okay, bye"

Jack hung up and threw a bunch of random clothes in his backpack, not paying attention or caring if they were clean or not. He just wanted to be out of that house until Mark sobered and owned up to what he's done.

Not wanting to see or face Mark for the second time, he opened their bedroom window and climbed out as carefully as possible, all the while doing his best at preventing breaking any bones on the way down. Once down safe he ran to his car getting in, amazed he still has energy, with a shaking hand he started it up and backed out of the driveway. Jack took one last glance at the house that he thought was gonna give him a second chance then sped away, the tires making a harsh squeaking sound.