Hey guys quick word ahead, I recently recieved a head injury and I'm pretty darn concussed, woo... So updates will come slower, but I was able to crank this one out.

Disclaimer: This Fanfiction deals with an abusive relationship and violent actions. If you are easily triggered by violence, this story may not be the best for you. Reader discretion advised. If you or someone you know is dealing with an abusive relationship, DO NOT HESITATE to call the National Domestic Violence Hotline which is:

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Please stay safe

The first thing Jack does in the morning is yawn, but today when he yawned it was a little painful. He sat up massaging his sore throat and stretching. His wrists were sore and marked up. Jack groaned from soreness and threw his legs over the side of the bed. He was at that point in the morning where clear thoughts weren't prominent in his head and his brain was on autopilot as he shuffled to his bathroom. He opened the medicine cabinet to grab his toothbrush and when he closed it, a sudden rush of shock came over Jack as he was met with his reflection. His hair was messy and dull, and he had a fat lip. On top of that there was a noticeable shiner on his left eye. Jack groaned, a lump forming in his throat. He and... Kyle... Did Kyle do this? Jack thought back to the night before when he and his boyfriend of only a mere month had gotten into a fight. Kyle was what Jack liked to call the protective type. They met at a gay bar while both were extremely intoxicated. Kyle had started flirting with the Irishman and before jack knew it, the cocky man had written his phone number on his hand. It didn't take long for them to become romantically interested, then romantically involved. Kyle moved into Jacks small apartment and for a while, Jack was head over heels and overlooked all the negative sides of Kyle. It wasn't for a while until Jack realized that Kyle had a short temper. Jack wet his toothbrush and applied his minty paste. As he brushed his teeth, Jack tried to recall what happened the night before.

"Fuckin hell Jack didja eat the rest of the cereal?" The man called out angrily to Jack who was playing video games in the sitting room. It was late in the evening and Jack was still hungry after dinner, so he had a bowl of cereal.

"Uhmm... Yea." Jack answered as Kyle walked into the room with an empty box of Cap'n Crunch. Without looking up, Jack responded, "Don't worry I'll go out and get groceries soon." Kyle turned to leave but at that moment Jack's phone buzzed, notifying that he had a text message. Jack paused his game and picked his phone, smiling when he saw who it was from. Mark always sent him silly texts and this one consisted of "hey boo boo, you still planning on LA VidCon? ? ﾟﾘﾂ"

Jack laughed out loud, which was the wrong thing to do. This had Kyle over his shoulder in seconds. After he read the messages, he snatched Jacks phone away from him.

"Who the hell is Markimoo?" He asked slowly. Jack felt his heart stop. This was the wrong time for Kyle to see his texts, especially with Mark's joking nature.

"It's a friend of mine, from YouTube." He said slowly, stuttering and reaching for his phone back. Kyle raised it higher, just out of Jack's reach.

"Like hell, he's a friend!" He argued. "Why's he calling you 'boo'!?" Jack swallowed hard, struggling to come up with an answer.

"I dunno Kyle, he's just goofy like that. He doesn't mean it." At that moment, another text came in. Kyle, who was holding his phone, looked down at it and became furious. Holding out the phone to Jack, he yelled,

"What the fuck does this mean?" Jack tried to read the texts with Kyle enclosing his shaking fist around the phone.

"Or do I have to sleep alone? )" Jack flushed, realizing how screwed he really was. God-fooking-dammit Mark...

"I... I dunno he's weird!" Jack protested. "We're not involved in anyway, I swear!" He set down the game controller and jumped off the sofa, defending himself. Kyle was getting awfully close.

"He's sure suggestive for a 'friend,' Jack." Kyle stiffened, throwing Jack's phone down on the ground. Jack watched as bits of the shattered phone flew as it contacted the hardwood. His jaw dropped, he couldn't believe it.

"Kyle!" Jack yelled, but it came out like a squeak. "Ya can't... Ya can't jus'-"

"I can't what Jack?" He barked, making Jack flinch. Instead of answering him, Jack moved forward to pick up his shattered phone, but as he passed his boyfriend, Kyle lashed out and kicked Jack in the face with this foot. His heel made hard contact with Jack's eye socket, pushing Jack backwards roughly. His vision went white for a split second, then a warm red. The Irishman cried out, cradling his face with his hand and collapsing on the floor.

"What the hell?!" He demanded, his voice breaking. Kyle leaned down and met Jack's gaze, and grabbed his chin. Kyle leaned in and kissed him passionately, grabbing dominance with his lips and teeth. Jack's eyes lidded and he sighed, until Kyle bit down extremely hard on his bottom lip and let go. Jack felt blood pooling in his mouth and he whimpered.

"Don't forget who you belong to Sean..." Kyle whispered, and walked off.

Jack got into his knees, holding his head in one hand and his phone in the other. He stood up, walking quickly into his room. Thankfully he and Kyle didn't share rooms, so he was able to have a safe space at the moment. Without changing into pajamas, Jack set his busted phone on his bedside table and huddled under his sheets. This was the first time he had ever felt scared in a relationship. He'd never seen Kyle so angry. Of course Jack wasn't upset with Mark. He hadn't known. Jack set his head down on the pillow and closed his eyes, falling asleep almost immediately.

Staring in the mirror, Jack saw tears well to his eyes. Not his Kyle... He refused to believe it... but it showed on his face... Jack shook his head. Maybe when Kyle sees me today, he'll feel guilty... Jack thought. Jack would need to think of an excuse, of course. It was an accident, but it might lead people to believe false things about Kyle. Or were they really false..? Nonsense. Jack wet his toothbrush, and began his morning routine. When he came out to the kitchen to make coffee, he found Kyle wasn't up yet. He brewed his coffee, and popped some toast in the toaster. He realised with a shock that he needed to record today... and his face was all beat up. The brewer beeped and Jack poured the coffee, sipping it cautiously. When his toast was eaten, Jack walked into the little room he called his recording studio and set his coffee on his desk. Opening up his browser, Jack saw he was getting the most requests for a "reading your comments" video. Sighing, Jack scrolled through his twitter comments and picked a few. The hardest part was coming up with a believable excuse for his jacked up face. He settled on a deployed airbag in a small fender bender. He then proceeded to start the video.

"Top of t'a mornin' to ya laddies! My name is Jacksepticeye and welcome back t'a readin' your comments!" He paused. "Now before some o' ya guys freak out about mah face, don't worry!" Jack smiled nervously. "I got inta a small fender-bender about two days ago, and my shit-airbag deployed, smashin' me face in. I just got a lil black eye and a busted lip, not much ta worry about. Anyway..." He continued with the video. He read about fifteen comments and reflected on each of them until he got tired. Jack ended with his outro and switched off the camera. As soon as he was done, Kyle clapped, startling Jack from his seat.

"Nice choice Jack." He smiled, smugly. Jack felt his heart deflate almost instantly.

"Fookin hell, Kyle how long have ya been standin there?" He asked, rising from his chair. Kyle approached him.

"Long enough to hear your excuse, and I enjoy watching you make videos." he supplied, pecking a kiss on Jack's nose. It was the first time Jack felt numb to Kyle's kisses. "Look Jack," Kyle was close now. "No one's gonna know about how you really 'banged up your face' alright?" Jack swallowed.

"Alright."