-Alex's Point of View-

I sat down on the couch, listening to the springs groan with my weight. I had just dropped May off at the airport and now Jack and I were the only two at home.

May's words continued to run through my mind. She probably wasn't coming back and she didn't want to break Jack anymore. She wanted me to repair mine and his relationship and pull him back up, repair his broken heart and the damage that had been done to our relationship.

The bedroom door opened and a sleepy Jack stepped down the hallway and headed straight for the kitchen, aiming for the fridge. I heard the crack of an aluminum can being opened and he wandered into the room, a beer in hand.

"Morning, Jack," I said, looking at him sheepishly.

He looked over at me, took a swig of his drink, and sat down in the recliner like I had never said a single word to him.

I deserved this.

"May told me to tell you that she'll call as soon as she finds out what's wrong with your dad. She wants to keep you updated," I said and I heard him let out a loud scoff.

"I don't want to know a damn thing about that bastard. He didn't even want me while he lays on his deathbed," he said drinking more of his drink, "I'm his unwanted son. I probably won't get a damn bit of his estate. I don't even care anyways." He was bitter about the entire thing, but I would be too. First, his boyfriend slept with his sister, then, his dad is dying and doesn't even want him. I'm sure that if his life got any worse, he'd break into a million pieces.

"Don't talk like said," I said and his eyes shot to me and I could see anger flaming in his chocolate eyes.

"What the fuck do you know, Alex? You're the one who picked my sister over me," He hissed finishing off his drink, "I need another beer." He threw himself out of the chair and went back to the kitchen, growling when he realized there weren't anymore. He came back into the living room moments later with his jacket and flipping through his wallet, looking for money.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Out," he muttered and I placed my hand on his shoulder, but he just jerked away.

"Leave me alone, Alex. I need to to think. I need to clear my mind. I need a few drinks," he said.

"You can't turn your mind straight to drinking. That's what's wrong with your father. He turned to the alcohol, he tore apart your family, and now he's laying on his deathbed with probably only you mother and May by his side," I said and I heard him sigh and he put in wallet into his pocket, still not facing me.

"Don't compare me to him. I'm going out," he whispered opening the door and slamming it behind him.

I stood there speechless. My eyes watered slightly as I couldn't believe that he just walked out to throw his life away like his father.

Have I lost him for good?

~~~

"Mom, I messed up," I said, looking at her with sad eyes.

I had went straight over to my parent's house right after Jack left. MY dad wasn't at home, but I knew that he couldn't help me that much with this situation. Mom was the one that I thought of first to go to since she had helped me many times before.

"What happened, Alexander?" She asked, watching me with concern in her green eyes.

"I had a thing for May in Baltimore. A few nights ago, I slept with her, partially drunk. We both knew what we were doing, but it just happened. Jack found out, went and got drunk. While he was gone, Jack and May's brother called telling us their father was dying and he wanted to see May, not Jack," I said and he eyes widened slightly.

"Why not Jack?" She asked.

"He doesn't want to see him because he's gay. May told me last night that she probably won't be coming back to Essex and she wants me to fix mine and Jack's relationship. This morning when I first saw Jack, he was drinking. Right now, he's at a bar and I'm worried that he'll end up like his father. Mom, I messed up. I don't think he'll forgive me," I said, eyes watering and I quickly blinked away the tears, hoping that wouldn't see me cry. Her son didn't need to cry in front of her. It'd break her heart.

"Do you love him?" She asked without hesitation.

"Yes, but I also love, May," I whispered, shaking my head.

"Which do you love more son?" She asked and I thought for a moment, knowing that she already knew the answer.

"Jack. He's the one who holds my heart in his hands," I said softly and she smiled and nodded her head.

"Go after him, Alex. If he loves you, he'll let you back into his heart and this time don't shove him away."

Notes

Title Credit: Get Down On Your Knees And Tell Me You Love Me by All Time Low
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