Don't Forget I'm a Lightweight
Chapter Three: Because I'm His Son, Alex
Alex’s POV
All I remember is running from Jack. He wanted to help me but I just can’t let him, no one can fix me. I’m the broken boy that no one wants to love. Love is a word for the movies, for the people who can afford it. Love is a price, you pay for it in the end and when that person doesn’t love you anymore, you learn to feel numb and broken.
You see, my life has never been perfect, I’ve been tortured and hurt by my own parents. When Tom died, they had anger and fury but didn’t go to therapy or counseling for it but instead I was the punching bag, the toy, the Legos that hurt your feet after being stepped on. They just don’t care what they do to me, I can be bruised and broken many of times but the screams I cry no one tends to hear. They are ignored. Lost. Unimportant, just like me.
People hate me for everything I am, for everything I’m not and for who I’m going to be. Try taking a step into my life and you will see the real me. I am the guitarist on the street with his tune, the guy who you don’t notice in the hall until someone points out that “Gay, suicidal, emo kid.” I am the guy that cries in the dark for no one to see but wants to be found.
I am judged by the way I love, I love any person whether you are gay, lesbian, straight or transgendered. Love is blind, why judge me? We don’t judge guitars so why do we judge people?
Life just seems to be out to get me, I don’t know why but it hurts. World, you want to hurt me don’t you?
Feeling the warmth of caring arms wrapped around my waist I open my eyes to see the older man from before holding me, it feels nice, like he cares and wants to protect me from harm, but why would he do that? I’m not important, only important people get held the way he is holding me. Turning my head a bit I see a fireplace with the fire not blazing too much but you can feel the warm heat perfectly from where the recliners are.
“Jack?” I whisper, scared to wake him up from the slumber of his as if he would get mad at me.
No answer.
“Jack.” I whisper again, this time a bit louder and waking him up this time.
“Alex? Oh you’re awake, are you hungry? Cold? Tired? I know you just woke up but you could still be tired.” Jack says, bombarding me with questions.
“W-What time is it?” I ask nervously as I hit a realization that I shouldn’t be here. I need to be home, with mom and dad, they don’t know I was even out.
He checks the clock above the mantle and tells me its 7:30.
“I-I need to get home, I shouldn’t have been out today. I snuck out, mom and dad don’t know” I tell the older looking man as I squirm in his arms.
“Alex, I’m sure they won’t care. They just have a rebellious teenager on their hands, they should understand that. I was one once too you know.” Jack says, holding me close as I squirm, not wanting to let me go. It feels nice though, like he wants me to be near him. No Alex, he just wants to use you, he wants to make you feel safe but he will go and hurt you, Don’t trust him, don’t trust anyone but yourself.
“N-No Jack, you don’t understand. They aren’t normal people, you need to let me go. Forget who I am and leave me alone!” I scream.
“Alex, you’re hiding something, I know that for sure. I’ll let you go but I’m not letting you go to your house alone. I’m driving you and watching you go in. I want you safe, not hurt. Hide what you want, I won’t pressure you to tell me anything. I’ll let you live your life the way you want to live but if you ever need me I’ll be there.” Jack tells me, holding me close to him.
“No one has ever told me that they’ll be there for me in a long t-time.” I sniffle, trying to hold back waterfall tears but they fall anyway as I cuddle into the man I still don’t
want to trust.
“I don’t care if I barely know you, I wouldn’t care if you were on the streets with no home, I just don’t care if you hate me. You are someone who I feel the need to put in my life and I want you to be there, if you don’t want to I won’t force you. I don’t let just anyone into my life, most people just want me for my money.” He says, petting my
brown, uncleansed hair.
“Your money?” I wonder.
“Yes, my money. Alex are you familiar with the Barakat’s last name?” He asks me.
“Of course I do, that name is legendary!” I say, knowing that last name. My parents want to have that fortune, they’d do anything to get their selfish paws on it.
“You know Bassam had a son right? Who gave all of his fortune to after he passed.”
“Yeah, he died about two months ago. Why are you asking me this?”
“Because I’m his son, Alex.” He says, leaving me in great shock, speechless, like I can’t speak a single world as I sit on the lap of the famous man that everyone knows, who wants to be just to have his money and live in the limelight of fame
All I remember is running from Jack. He wanted to help me but I just can’t let him, no one can fix me. I’m the broken boy that no one wants to love. Love is a word for the movies, for the people who can afford it. Love is a price, you pay for it in the end and when that person doesn’t love you anymore, you learn to feel numb and broken.
You see, my life has never been perfect, I’ve been tortured and hurt by my own parents. When Tom died, they had anger and fury but didn’t go to therapy or counseling for it but instead I was the punching bag, the toy, the Legos that hurt your feet after being stepped on. They just don’t care what they do to me, I can be bruised and broken many of times but the screams I cry no one tends to hear. They are ignored. Lost. Unimportant, just like me.
People hate me for everything I am, for everything I’m not and for who I’m going to be. Try taking a step into my life and you will see the real me. I am the guitarist on the street with his tune, the guy who you don’t notice in the hall until someone points out that “Gay, suicidal, emo kid.” I am the guy that cries in the dark for no one to see but wants to be found.
I am judged by the way I love, I love any person whether you are gay, lesbian, straight or transgendered. Love is blind, why judge me? We don’t judge guitars so why do we judge people?
Life just seems to be out to get me, I don’t know why but it hurts. World, you want to hurt me don’t you?
Feeling the warmth of caring arms wrapped around my waist I open my eyes to see the older man from before holding me, it feels nice, like he cares and wants to protect me from harm, but why would he do that? I’m not important, only important people get held the way he is holding me. Turning my head a bit I see a fireplace with the fire not blazing too much but you can feel the warm heat perfectly from where the recliners are.
“Jack?” I whisper, scared to wake him up from the slumber of his as if he would get mad at me.
No answer.
“Jack.” I whisper again, this time a bit louder and waking him up this time.
“Alex? Oh you’re awake, are you hungry? Cold? Tired? I know you just woke up but you could still be tired.” Jack says, bombarding me with questions.
“W-What time is it?” I ask nervously as I hit a realization that I shouldn’t be here. I need to be home, with mom and dad, they don’t know I was even out.
He checks the clock above the mantle and tells me its 7:30.
“I-I need to get home, I shouldn’t have been out today. I snuck out, mom and dad don’t know” I tell the older looking man as I squirm in his arms.
“Alex, I’m sure they won’t care. They just have a rebellious teenager on their hands, they should understand that. I was one once too you know.” Jack says, holding me close as I squirm, not wanting to let me go. It feels nice though, like he wants me to be near him. No Alex, he just wants to use you, he wants to make you feel safe but he will go and hurt you, Don’t trust him, don’t trust anyone but yourself.
“N-No Jack, you don’t understand. They aren’t normal people, you need to let me go. Forget who I am and leave me alone!” I scream.
“Alex, you’re hiding something, I know that for sure. I’ll let you go but I’m not letting you go to your house alone. I’m driving you and watching you go in. I want you safe, not hurt. Hide what you want, I won’t pressure you to tell me anything. I’ll let you live your life the way you want to live but if you ever need me I’ll be there.” Jack tells me, holding me close to him.
“No one has ever told me that they’ll be there for me in a long t-time.” I sniffle, trying to hold back waterfall tears but they fall anyway as I cuddle into the man I still don’t
want to trust.
“I don’t care if I barely know you, I wouldn’t care if you were on the streets with no home, I just don’t care if you hate me. You are someone who I feel the need to put in my life and I want you to be there, if you don’t want to I won’t force you. I don’t let just anyone into my life, most people just want me for my money.” He says, petting my
brown, uncleansed hair.
“Your money?” I wonder.
“Yes, my money. Alex are you familiar with the Barakat’s last name?” He asks me.
“Of course I do, that name is legendary!” I say, knowing that last name. My parents want to have that fortune, they’d do anything to get their selfish paws on it.
“You know Bassam had a son right? Who gave all of his fortune to after he passed.”
“Yeah, he died about two months ago. Why are you asking me this?”
“Because I’m his son, Alex.” He says, leaving me in great shock, speechless, like I can’t speak a single world as I sit on the lap of the famous man that everyone knows, who wants to be just to have his money and live in the limelight of fame
Notes
Not my best work but I do admit it was fun to write the chapter.I didn't write anything Friday since I felt sick with a cold but I'm better, just a minor sore throat and stuffy nose at the moment.
I'll try to write more today and maybe update by Wednesday.
I made a Jalex oneshot which you can see HERE
I feel so proud of it and it's my best work by far as if I can tell. I really want you all to enjoy it and leave me a comment, tell me how you like it and give me writers tips. I love feedback!
Hope you all have a nice Sunday (Or Monday if you're from another area in the world, I dunno what time is it where.)
Till darkness completes us,
Sarah's Butterflies
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Thank you!!!
1/15/14