I'll Keep A Secret If You Keep Me Guessing

Jack’s P.O.V

“Alex…” I said again. No response. “Alex, you have to wake up…”

He opened his eyes and looked at me. “What happened?”

I immediately blushed and looked away. “You um fall asleep.”

Lazily, he stood up and stretched. He mumbled a ‘okay let’s go’ and headed out of the classroom. The halls were empty, everybody was gone by now. We walked through the parking lots and on to the street.

“Do you have a car or something?” he asked. I shook my head. Why would I come to school on a taxi if I had a car? I would never have one, for sure. Alex sighed and started walking in the direction of our houses. While walking, I remembered my dad. He should be home by now, and seeing I’m not there… he will get really, really mad.

“You really don’t talk at all, uh?” I looked at him, confussion printed on my face. “We’ve been walking like, I don’t know, ten minutes, and you didn’t say a word. Not only that, but also I bet you didn’t hear a thing of what I said.” I blushed, again, and he just chuckled. “Fuck. Can you at least say something? This is starting to be a little uncomfortable.”

“I… I don’t like talking.”

“Why?” Why? There wasn’t an answer. Well, okay, there was one. But I don’t think I will tell it to Alex… never. I mean, I just met him today.
Suddenly, he stopped. I looked around and found we where in his house. I recognize it by the blue door I saw this morning. “Are you going to answer me?” he asked, and, again, I shook my head. He sighed while he waved goodbye and I did the same. When I saw he entered his house, I started running. Luckily, my dad’s car wasn’t here, that meant he was still at work.
I opened the front door and walked towards the kitchen. I prepeared something quick for me, and then a few pancakes and an orange juice for my father. I left it all in the dinning room’s table, nicely prepared, and went to my room. I threw my self on the bed and fall asleep almost immeadiatly.


I was woken up a few hours later by someone yelling downstairs. “Oi, faggot. I know you can listen to me. Don’t make me go upstairs.” I quickly jumped out of bed and ran downstairs and saw the drunken man I had to call dad layed on the couch.

“S-sorry sir I-”

He glared at me and then looked at the pancakes I had made for him and laughed. “What the hell is this, dickhead?” He grabbed them and then threw them to me. “I want decent food, pussy.” Then, he threw me the glass of juice. Fuck. “And decent things to drink.”

I ran to the kitchen and searched for something amazing to prepare for him. The most amazing thing I could do with the few stuff we had.

“Oi, dickhead, come and fucking clean the mess you made.” He yelled. I roll my eyes and went to the living room as quick as I could.

“What did you just fucking did?” he roared. “The thing with your eyes.” He glared at me. “Want to do it more foten, faggot?” he said, and a few seconds later his fist was in my left eye. I shouted. Then, I couldn't see anything but black. And then, I heard a voice. “If you don’t shut the fuck up, you’re dead.”

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