hey guys! Kris here.
So sorry for not updating this one... got really sidetracked with stage managing, midterms, and all that other good stuff that comes with school. This is gonna be the second to last chapter of this adventure. Chapter 31 is the end. I just wanna thank everyone whose stuck with this for so long- stuck with me. As a gift to the person I wrote this for, I might re-write the entire thing, to make it better, more detailed. To make Jason more of a crazy, or give him better development. Jason is one of my favorite villians ive written. He deserves it.
Enjoy, guys.
Hopefully updates for all rockers go to heaven happen soon. I gotta get past this writers block...
Mark pov:
The week I had to stay in the hospital wasn't easy, not by anyone's standards. I had nightmares every night. Violent ones that ended with Jason killing me, a different way every night. I usually beat up Roger in my sleep, even waking up one morning to find him nursing a black eye. However, he never left my side. He loved me too much to even consider it.
Finally, it was time for me to go home. When Collins came to pick us up, Roger gave me my camera. I smiled brightly, hugging it close, and playing with it. It made me feel whole again. I started filming as we drove home, and for the first time, Roger didn't object. He smiled warmly at the camera, and even more warmly at me.
When we made it back to the loft, Collins left us alone. Roger started to make me some dinner. I felt panicked as I saw smoke rising from the stove.
"Rog! what are you making!?" I yelped, getting up, and grabbing the fire extinguisher. Roger stepped back, coughing as I accidently got the white chemical all over him as well. He started laughing as I shut the gas off.
I quirked a brow as he laughed harder, and louder, until he was gasping for breath. I leaned over the stove, and began laughing too.
"How the fuck do you set pasta on fire!?"
Roger shook his head at me, continuing to laugh loudly. I shoved him gently.
"You dumbass!" He smirked, shoving me back. Soon, we were chasing each other around the loft, and I tackled him into a playfight.
I had missed moments like these so much. We tumbled around on the floor, until I straddled him, and smirked.
"Got ya."
He let out a low growl before throwing me off. I squeaked, but before I could hit the ground, he caught me, his lips on my neck, leaving little bites, and kisses. I smiled, tilting his head up so he could have better access. I missed receiving so much loving attention.
A few hours later, when I was exhausted, and curled up against his bare chest, my hair a mess, I smiled, kissing him. He leaned into it before yawning loudly.
"Get some rest." I ordered, nuzzling into his neck. He grumbled something sleepily before pulling me closer to him.
I felt so safe in his arms once more.
I made myself a promise. I knew what I was going to do next.