We're All Going To Hell
You Wake Up Beside Her Saying, "Baby, I Think You Should Leave."
Sunlight was barely peeking through the black, torn curtains in Jack's untidy house. The young man awoke with a bit of a startle, his bones aching and his head throbbing. What the fuck happened last night? He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and allowed his hand to graze over the scruff forming on his chin. Maybe if he went back to sleep, he'd feel better. Jack rolled over on his side, and that's when he noticed her. Baby's dark strands were strewn all over her face. She was pale and thin, but she seemed peaceful.
Jack groaned to himself. It was evident the girl was nude. How could he let that happen? Depsite the fact that Baby was drinking in a public place, he highly doubted she was as old as she claimed to be. It was a mistake to bring her home. A drunken, horny mistake. With that, Jack propped himself up on one elbow and began shaking the girl.
"Baby, I think you should leave."
She didn't respond.
With a huff, Jack climbed out of the bed and found his boxers. Slipping them on, he grabbed a plain white tee-shirt from his dresser and slid that over his head. Now he could only hope that Baby wouldn't fight him on this matter, or at the very least hold it above his head. She didn't seem like the clingy type, though.
"Baby," Jack spoke a little louder this time. He crouched down beside the bed and gripped her shoulder, shaking her again. "Wake up. It's time for you to go."
Her body jerked, but she didn't speak. It was then that Jack noticed she was gasping for air, very silently. His eyes grew wide and he rolled her over, brushing the mess of hair away from her face. She had black bags under her eyes and her lips were a light shade of purple. Something was horribly wrong.
"Come on, Baby," Jack smacked at her face gently. "Wake up."
Not knowing what else to do, he darted from his bedroom and tore open the closet door. Gripping a wash cloth, he ran into the bathroom to soak it with cold water. By the time he returned to his bedroom, Baby had a small pool of vomit on her face. She was choking on her own bile.
Jack pressed the rag against her face and rolled her over on her side. How did she end up like this? As the liquid leaked from her mouth, he pondered the idea. Something must have put her in this state.
"You live in a shit hole," Baby commented, glancing around his home. "Don't worry, I do, too."
"It might be a shit hole, but it's mine," Jack shrugged. "I'm proud of that."
"Doesn't take much to please you, does it?"
Ignoring her comment, Jack made his way into the kitchen. He plucked a bottle of liquor from the freezer and two shot glasses, making his way back into the living room. Baby, however, had other things in mind. She was sitting on his floor, everything from his coffee table thrown across the floor, and she was inhaling most of the contents from the bag. It was her first time, she shouldn't have so much.
When she finished the final line, she looked dazed, but content. Jack rolled his eyes and sat the shot glass down in front of her. Baby nodded, as if she didn't fully understand, and swalloed the bitter taste of the shot Jack poured for her.
She didn't look very well, and admittedly, Jack didn't mind it. He was mad at her. This was his addiction, not hers, and now there wasn't enough left to give him what he needed. Out of anger, he downed three chugs of the liquor and roughly pushed Baby down on the couch. Her dazed eyes stared at him in wonder.
Jack's lips connected to hers in an instant. She kissed back, furiously, tearing at his clothes. Somehow, they managed to slide of the couch and make it to his bed. Jack unleashed all of his anger on the girl, fucking her harder than he'd ever fucked before, until he spilled his seed deep inside of her.
Out of breath, he rolled off the girl, expecting some sort of comment about how much damange he'd done, or at least simple fear that she may end up pregnant, but Baby simple stared at him through tired eyes. Thinking nothing of it, Jack wrapped an arm around her waist and slipped into a welcomed sleep.
She had too much. Baby must have over-dosed last night, while he was too drunk and too horny to realize anything was wrong. Mentally, he slapped himself in the face. She was in a bad place right now and he had no idea what to do. Jack sat down on the floor beside the bed, desperately trying to think of something he could do to bring Baby back to Earth. For fucks sake, he didn't even know her real name.
He was just about to admit defeat when he noticed something inside of her shoe. Moving closer to the object, he realized it was her ID. Clever trick, Baby, clever trick. Jack removed the ID and brought it closer to his face so he could clearly read it. So her real name was October Skies Harbor, but that's not what got to him. No, the real issue here was her age. Baby was just that, a Baby. Seventeen-years-old.
Guilt filled his gut. He'd taken this young girl, gotten her stoned out of her mind, and fucked her. Now here she was, on the verge of death, and there was nothing he could do about it. Drop her off at the hospital, maybe, but then she'd spill her guts. What he did, on three different accounts, was a crime. She'd ruin his life. He could call an ambulance and save her life, but chances are with a girl this young and a drug over-dose, they'd bring the cops as well.
Fuck.
Turning on his knee, Jack placed a hand on Baby's cold face. Her eyes were wide open now, and she was looking right through him. Tears were slipping down her cheek, though she never made a sound. Why didn't she listen to him? He warned her that everyone in that bar was dangerous, he just never guessed it would include him as well. Her breath was falling short. Even if he called for help now, it was too late. There was a pang in his chest for the suffering she was going through.
"Baby, I am so sorry," Jack whispered, reaching over her body to grab the pillow he'd been sleeping on only minutes ago. Her eyes followed him as he held it up, tearing steadily falling now. Jack allowed his own tear to slip before he nodded to himself. "Go to sleep, beautiful."
Baby let out a soft groan, the first noise she'd made all morning, but it was muffled by the pillow connecting with her face. She was too sick to put up much of a fight, but her body was jerking under his weight. Crying softly to himself, Jack remained like that for a good ten minutes, until he knew her death had come and gone. And it was all his fucking fault.
Unsure of what to do now, Jack tossed the pillow the side and stared at the lifeless girl in front of him. If nothing more, she seemed relaxed.
Jack knew it was time to clean up his mess. His next decision was one he could never, ever forgive himself for.
Jack groaned to himself. It was evident the girl was nude. How could he let that happen? Depsite the fact that Baby was drinking in a public place, he highly doubted she was as old as she claimed to be. It was a mistake to bring her home. A drunken, horny mistake. With that, Jack propped himself up on one elbow and began shaking the girl.
"Baby, I think you should leave."
She didn't respond.
With a huff, Jack climbed out of the bed and found his boxers. Slipping them on, he grabbed a plain white tee-shirt from his dresser and slid that over his head. Now he could only hope that Baby wouldn't fight him on this matter, or at the very least hold it above his head. She didn't seem like the clingy type, though.
"Baby," Jack spoke a little louder this time. He crouched down beside the bed and gripped her shoulder, shaking her again. "Wake up. It's time for you to go."
Her body jerked, but she didn't speak. It was then that Jack noticed she was gasping for air, very silently. His eyes grew wide and he rolled her over, brushing the mess of hair away from her face. She had black bags under her eyes and her lips were a light shade of purple. Something was horribly wrong.
"Come on, Baby," Jack smacked at her face gently. "Wake up."
Not knowing what else to do, he darted from his bedroom and tore open the closet door. Gripping a wash cloth, he ran into the bathroom to soak it with cold water. By the time he returned to his bedroom, Baby had a small pool of vomit on her face. She was choking on her own bile.
Jack pressed the rag against her face and rolled her over on her side. How did she end up like this? As the liquid leaked from her mouth, he pondered the idea. Something must have put her in this state.
"You live in a shit hole," Baby commented, glancing around his home. "Don't worry, I do, too."
"It might be a shit hole, but it's mine," Jack shrugged. "I'm proud of that."
"Doesn't take much to please you, does it?"
Ignoring her comment, Jack made his way into the kitchen. He plucked a bottle of liquor from the freezer and two shot glasses, making his way back into the living room. Baby, however, had other things in mind. She was sitting on his floor, everything from his coffee table thrown across the floor, and she was inhaling most of the contents from the bag. It was her first time, she shouldn't have so much.
When she finished the final line, she looked dazed, but content. Jack rolled his eyes and sat the shot glass down in front of her. Baby nodded, as if she didn't fully understand, and swalloed the bitter taste of the shot Jack poured for her.
She didn't look very well, and admittedly, Jack didn't mind it. He was mad at her. This was his addiction, not hers, and now there wasn't enough left to give him what he needed. Out of anger, he downed three chugs of the liquor and roughly pushed Baby down on the couch. Her dazed eyes stared at him in wonder.
Jack's lips connected to hers in an instant. She kissed back, furiously, tearing at his clothes. Somehow, they managed to slide of the couch and make it to his bed. Jack unleashed all of his anger on the girl, fucking her harder than he'd ever fucked before, until he spilled his seed deep inside of her.
Out of breath, he rolled off the girl, expecting some sort of comment about how much damange he'd done, or at least simple fear that she may end up pregnant, but Baby simple stared at him through tired eyes. Thinking nothing of it, Jack wrapped an arm around her waist and slipped into a welcomed sleep.
She had too much. Baby must have over-dosed last night, while he was too drunk and too horny to realize anything was wrong. Mentally, he slapped himself in the face. She was in a bad place right now and he had no idea what to do. Jack sat down on the floor beside the bed, desperately trying to think of something he could do to bring Baby back to Earth. For fucks sake, he didn't even know her real name.
He was just about to admit defeat when he noticed something inside of her shoe. Moving closer to the object, he realized it was her ID. Clever trick, Baby, clever trick. Jack removed the ID and brought it closer to his face so he could clearly read it. So her real name was October Skies Harbor, but that's not what got to him. No, the real issue here was her age. Baby was just that, a Baby. Seventeen-years-old.
Guilt filled his gut. He'd taken this young girl, gotten her stoned out of her mind, and fucked her. Now here she was, on the verge of death, and there was nothing he could do about it. Drop her off at the hospital, maybe, but then she'd spill her guts. What he did, on three different accounts, was a crime. She'd ruin his life. He could call an ambulance and save her life, but chances are with a girl this young and a drug over-dose, they'd bring the cops as well.
Fuck.
Turning on his knee, Jack placed a hand on Baby's cold face. Her eyes were wide open now, and she was looking right through him. Tears were slipping down her cheek, though she never made a sound. Why didn't she listen to him? He warned her that everyone in that bar was dangerous, he just never guessed it would include him as well. Her breath was falling short. Even if he called for help now, it was too late. There was a pang in his chest for the suffering she was going through.
"Baby, I am so sorry," Jack whispered, reaching over her body to grab the pillow he'd been sleeping on only minutes ago. Her eyes followed him as he held it up, tearing steadily falling now. Jack allowed his own tear to slip before he nodded to himself. "Go to sleep, beautiful."
Baby let out a soft groan, the first noise she'd made all morning, but it was muffled by the pillow connecting with her face. She was too sick to put up much of a fight, but her body was jerking under his weight. Crying softly to himself, Jack remained like that for a good ten minutes, until he knew her death had come and gone. And it was all his fucking fault.
Unsure of what to do now, Jack tossed the pillow the side and stared at the lifeless girl in front of him. If nothing more, she seemed relaxed.
Jack knew it was time to clean up his mess. His next decision was one he could never, ever forgive himself for.
I'ts so great! I like how you described what Jack was thinking and how baby pulled him out of his thoughts. When I read ""Are you okay, Jacky boy?", it kind of pulled me a little bit out of what was happening.. I don't know how to describe it, it's like I was at the event, in the story.(I hope you know what I mean) >.<<br> anyway, good story!
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