Who Said It Was Gonna Be Easy?

I quickly rang an ambulance, explaining that jack had been assaulted. I told them he wasn't awake and they told me to put him in the recovery position. I did what they said then sat and awaited their arrival, Jack's hand in mine, tears falling down my face. I knew broken ribs could puncture a lung and kill you. Jack could already be dying for all I knew and that scared the life out of me. My baby could be dying and I had no idea.


When the paramedics finally got to Jack's classroom, they pulled me away from him, ignoring my screams of protest. They loaded him onto a stretcher and took him out of the room whilst two others held me back, trying to comfort me.

"please, no! I have to go with him, please!"

"we can't take you in the ambulance unless you're injured as well"

"I am! I got hit too! Please!" I sobbed. I caught the eye of the female paramedic. I was sure she knew I was lying. She bit her lip then nodded.

"alright, go on then. I can see..this..means a lot to you"

I jumped up and ran out of the room, running after Jack, forgetting to even thank the paramedic.


They managed to wake jack up before we reached the
hospital although I wasn't allowed near him. He turned his head to look at me, his eyes never leaving mine.


After hours of x rays and scans and questioning, jack was left alone in a room to recover. He'd broken two ribs and gotten dangerously close to puncturing a lung. I sat by his bed and held his hand in mine, stroking the back of it gently with my thumb. He was hooked up to a heart rate monitor and a drip. Painkillers dripped into a tube that lead to his bloodstream. I caressed his cheek softly, his eyes closing at the feel of my touch.

"how do you feel, baby?"

"Like shit. You shouldn't be here"

"yeah, well I am. I'm not leaving"

"people will get suspicious"

"I don't care"

"Alex, please..we're so close to finals. So close to being able to be together properly. Don't ruin things now"

"jack.."

"go home. Please"

"I'll miss you too much. I'll be worrying, I won't sleep"

"take my keys. Sleep at mine tonight and I'll call you. You won't need to miss me at all"

"maybe not but I still will. I'll miss the feeling of your arms around me when I sleep. I'll miss waking up to soft kisses. I'll miss listening to your breathing as I fall asleep. I'll miss you"

"I'll miss you too but you can't stay here. I want you to, I really do but I'm doing this for us. You can't stay, it's not worth the risk"

"yeah...yeah, okay, you're right" I sighed, kissing Jack softly.



Later on that night, I was curled up in jacks bed wearing one of his tshirts, thinking about the day we'd had. The police had come to speak to Jack in hospital not long after I'd left so it was a good job I hadn't stayed. They asked him about the assault but Jack told them he didn't want to press charges. They took photos of his injuries in case Jack decided to open a case after they'd healed.

I missed Jack like crazy, just like I'd told him I would. Talking to him on the phone had only helped for a while but then when he was gone again it seemed so much worse, although I knew Jack needed to rest.


I hated Rian for what he'd done. Being abusive to Jack during their relationship was bad enough but nearly murdering him by kicking him made me feel sick to my stomach. I was so confused about Rian's motives but then Jack explained to me that Rian hated himself for being gay, hence why he took his anger out on people who're gay. An abusive relationship with Jack was perfect for Rian. He got the satisfaction he couldn't get from women but also got to take his hatred out on somebody who was too scared to leave him. It kind of scared me how much Rian must hate himself that he'd do that.

Apparently the reason Rian hated himself for being gay so much was because his parents always told him it was wrong to be gay. They expected him to be straight, get married to a beautiful girl someday and bring them grandchildren. He was a complete disappointment to his parents which is why they were barely home. I couldn't help but wonder if his parents hadn't been such stupid, ignorant people, would there have been one less monster in the world? Would Jack be lay beside me now, holding me tight, instead of being lay alone in a hospital bed after coming close to an encounter with death?


I sighed and rolled over, inhaling jacks scent off his pillow. Sleep would be impossible tonight.

A few minutes later, my phone buzzed quietly. Jack had texted me asking if I was asleep yet. I replied that I wasn't and probably wouldn't at all.


The next message he sent me shocked me a little bit. I was surprised he trusted me so much.


"Get vic to come round then<3"


Did I even trust myself enough?

Notes

a lil bit of background on Rian, does anybody feel a teeny bit bad? No? Not even a little bit? okay




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