Jack's POV

He wants to move in with his dad?! Why?! I know my mom and I don't have custody over him, but I don't want him moving in with his dad? Especially since I've been having these nightmares about his dad killing him and I would stay up every night since he's been in the hospital just worrying. His dad left him so how should I be able to trust him?! I know I shouldn't tell him he can't and I won't let him, so I try to act supportive.

"R-really?" I ask. Damn it Jack.

"Jack, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." I say, shaking my head. If I tell him what's been going on in my head the past few days, then he'll think I'm nuts.

"Jack."

"Okay... Fine." I sigh. He looks at me and takes my hand. "I... Don't trust your dad."

"That explains the glare." He mutters. I hit him and he giggles. "Sorry."

"I'm being serious."

"So am I." He says. "Listen... You have the right to not trust him, but I've been hurt so many times, I really have no other instinct... I have to. I mean... I trust you right? It took me a few weeks to trust you. Now here we are and I still do, so please, for me, do your best not to hate him. That's the last thing I want to happen." He explains. I nod. "Promise me?"

I look at him a minute and look him in the eyes. They're full of fear, pain, and they're just begging me to just go with him on what he's saying. I nod again and kiss him.

"Okay." I say. He smiles and nods.

---the next day---

I'm at home waiting for Alex's dad to bring him to my house. Rian and Zack come over and we just chill in the basement playing Xbox.

"I'm glad Alex is coming home!" I say. "Not so glad that his dad showed up. I know that's bad, but I still don't trust him."

"But Alex said it's fine." Rian says. "Remember he's been hurt before. He doesn't know what to do."

"Poor kid." Zack comments. We all nod and I pause the game. "Hey!"

"I think he's here." I say.

We all look at each other for a split second then jump over the couches. We push each other as we run up the stairs. Rian and Zack push me against the wall and I fall over in the kitchen.

Alex's POV

I head up to Jack's house and my dad waves. "I'll be back tonight at eleven."

"Okay." I say. I wave again and he pulls out. I knock on the door and walk I to see Rian and Zack running towards me. I laugh.

"Where's-" I see Jack coming out of the kitchen rubbing his head and groaning. "JACKY!" I shout.

I run over to him and hug him. He hugs me back just as tight and I pull away only to go back in for a kiss.

"Someone missed Jack." Rian says. I pull away and nod.

"Sorry for... Trying to leave you guys before we actually made our decision." I apologize. Jack takes my hands and smiles.

"Don't do it again. I walked in and almost passed out." Jack says. I nod. "You scared me to death."

"Sorry."

"Don't worry about it. You're alive and happy. Now we can work out our decision." Jack says.

"Yes." Zack says.

"I agree." Rian says.

"As do I." I say. Jack laughs. "It's decided. We're going through with it."

"We have a another week to think about it." Jack says. We look at each other and shrug. "Okay. We'll call him next week so he thinks we at least thought about it."

"Sounds cool." Zack says. "Shall we go hang out?"

"Yes." Rian says. We head downstairs and hang out. After a few hours it's ten thirty and we're almost passed out on the ground.

"Guys... are any of you tired?" I yawn out a no and rest my head on Jack's shoulder. We lie there until we all found the strength to move our arms and dial our parents' numbers.

My dad comes at eleven and I fall asleep in the car. I find myself on the couch in the living room under a blanket, a fire in the fireplace and hot chocolate on the table next to the couch. My dad is watching TV and drinking hot chocolate.

"Hi dad." I greet. He smiles at me and I yawn. "What time is it?"

"Two in the morning."

"Why aren't I in bed then?"

"Too tired to carry you upstairs."

"Why aren't you in bed?"

"I was watching you." He says. I run out of questions and just stare at the ceiling. "You okay?"

"Fine, why?"

"You look kind of down."

"Just tired. I'm going to go up to bed." I say, standing and grabbing the hot chocolate before heading up to my room. I shut my door and put ear buds in.

I listen to "The Ocean" by Tonight Alive and lie in bed. I sip at the hot chocolate and then put it down as I feel my eyes getting heavier. I close them and fall asleep once again.

I wake up at noon and realize it's Monday. Oh well. My dad probably didn't wake me up because I got home from the hospital yesterday and i needed rest. Either that or I'm sleeping way more right now than I have before.

I open my eyes and sigh. Can't I go in late? I want to see Jack. I haven't seen him long enough to not miss him. If that made any sense.

I head downstairs groaning as my arm accidentally hits the railing. Fuck.

"Afternoon, Alex." My dad greets. I nod to acknowledge him and sit on the couch. He walks in from the kitchen and I look at him. "I signed you up for therapy."

"Why?!" I shout.

"I said I'd help you and I am."

"Dad, my career is about to take off! I can't worry about this!" I say.

"Well I can." He says. I groan and lean back. "Sorry. I promised I'd help you and that's what I'm going to do."

"Dad the label wants to know in about a week and we've already decided!"

"Do u want to recover?" He asks. I nod and pout.

"Dad, I'm fine. I have Jack." I say. He looks at me. "He helped me get over my anorexia. He also my self harm for a while." I explain.

"Okay, fine. Let's make a deal. If you can get better before you go off to record a record and stuff then I won't get you a therapist. If you don't recover, you're getting a therapist. Deal?"

"Deal." I say. He nods and walks into the kitchen where I smell something good cooking. "What are you cooking?"

"Having company over in a few hours."

"Then I'll walk around town." I say.

I stand up and head upstairs, changing into a pair of jeans, flannel red shirt and converse. I look in the mirror and sigh. I grab my iPod off my dresser and put in ear buds. I scroll through my music until I find some songs by Tonight Alive. I play "Wasting Away" and head downstairs.

"Need money?" My dad asks. I nod and he tosses me a wallet.

"You're giving me your wallet?" I ask.

"Nope." He says, then tending to his meal again.

I nod and walk out of the house. I see a bus and assume it's the one Jack is on because school is over. I walk around not really in the mood to actually shop. I just think about how if i don't recover, then I'll need therapy even if I am famous. Fuck you therapy.

I need to recover or at least show him I'm recovering.

Notes

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--Jenna
Title credit: tonight alive; the ocean