Anti wispered. You arent loved. This made Jack start crying. His tears were endless. The more Anti told him the more hurt he felt inside.

"Anti, Please..." Jack begged. He didnt know why he kept trying. It never worked.

Am I hurting the little Irishman? Anti chuckled. Save yourself from the hatred coming. Jack wiped his eyes. He quickly stood up.

"Merk.." he said calmly, "Im goin 'ut fer a lil'."

Mark quickly turned the corner. "Are you ok?" he looked at Jack with worry in his eyes. Jack looked at Mark in the eyes.

"No, I am not alright." He threw himself into Marks arms. His tears drenching his shirt.

"Jack..." Mark wispered. He didnt know what to say. He just held Jack in his arms and hoped for the best.

"Merk, Im scared." he murmerd he

as he made his grip tighter. He truly was scared. He was scared for Mark, knowing Anti could take control at any moment. He didnt want to let go of Mark. He felt safe in his muscular arms. It was Antis fault he was depressed. And he couldnt fix it.