Jack’s POV
My eyes fluttered open as the alarm on Alex’s phone blasted. Groaning loudly, I pushed myself into a sitting position and nudged Alex.

“Leeeeeeeexxxxxxx.” I whined and he mumbled something that I couldn’t understand.

“Wake up!” I shouted as I jumped off of the couch and ran over to where his phone was sitting.

Turning off the alarm, I glanced back over at the couch to see a sleepy Alex sitting up. Giggling softly, I walked over to him and gave him a quick kiss. He smiled as I moved over to where the boxes were. Opening the one containing my clothes, I picked out a pair of black skinny jeans and a gray V-neck. I noticed the small box of razors hidden under a pair of a jeans and I quickly slipped them into my back pocket.

As I moved up the stairs, I felt guilty for still having my razors. I knew Alex wanted me to stop, yet I still wanted to do it. Let’s just hope I don’t have to use them today. I thought as I reached the door to Alex’s bedroom. At that moment, a pair of arms wrapped around me and a soft kiss was planted on my neck.

“I love you.” He mumbled as I opened the door and stepped into his room.

“I love you, too.” I said as I turned my head around to kiss him. I could feel Alex smiled into the kiss and I pulled away.

“I would love to do that all day but we do have to get dressed.” I stated as I pulled the t-shirt I was currently wearing over my head and threw it on the ground.

As I bent over to get my other shirt, I noticed Alex had a worried expression.

“What’s wrong, babe?” I asked curiously.

“Your hips.” He stated as he bit his lip.

I glanced down and sighed softly. There were light pink scars covering both of my hips. Biting my lip softly, I put the other shirt over my body to cover my torso. I had forgotten how many scars I had there. Alex was still just standing there with a worried expression. It appeared he had a hint of guilt mixed in.

“I’m so sorry, Jack. I never meant for that to happen.” Alex said, his brown eyes locking with mine.

“All of these aren’t because of you. Those are older scars, anyways.” I stated as I slipped into a new pair of jeans.

I walked over to Alex and wrapped my arms around his torso.

“It’s okay, babe. C’mon, get dressed or we’ll be late.” I said with a soft smile in an attempt to make the situation happier.

Alex nodded and gave me a smile before going to get changed. I moved to the bathroom and began to fix my hair. It had been a while since I had actually styled it and right now it looked horrible. I turned on Alex’s flat iron and grabbed the bottle of hairspray and went to work. Fifteen minutes later my hair looked presentable. Alex appeared in the doorway looking as perfect as he usually did and I smiled.

“Let’s go. We’re going to take my car.” He said as he turned and went downstairs.

I nodded and followed behind him. I wasn’t going to put up a fight about going in his car. The bus was a living Hell for me. As we reached the front door, Alex opened it and let me step out first.

“You’re such a gentleman.” I said with a wide smile.

“Only the best for you, princess.” Alex laughed as he closed and locked the door behind him.

I quickly ran over to the car and found my jacket in the passenger seat. I had been looking for it all morning. As I reached the car door, I waited for Alex to unlock it and then quickly hopped in. I slipped the jacket on and let out a sigh of relief as my scars were covered. I was still worried Alex would find out I had more razors.

Running a hand through my blonde streaked bangs, I kept my gaze on the window as we backed out of the driveway. Alex’s house was only around ten minutes away from the school. I was hoping and praying that today would be a good day. I was still terrified that Alex might abandon me and go along with the jokes.

What if he starts the jokes?

What if he wants to end this relationship?

What if he wants me to die again?

Horrible thoughts filled my mind as we pulled into the school’s parking lot. I still didn’t want to be here. I knew that I was going to get made fun of even worse since I had been gone for a while. I wasn’t in any fucking mood to deal with any shit from those idiots. As I stepped out of the car with my bag slung over my shoulder, I instantly had things being shouted at me.

“Oh look who it is! It’s Barafag!”

“Why were you gone so long, faggot? Did you get fucked to hard?”

“Did you finally try and kill yourself, Barafag?”

“Why the fuck are you still here? Why can’t you just die already, faggot?”

The harsh words stabbed into me liked daggers and I ran into the building.

“Jack!” I heard Alex shout after me.

I heard yelling coming from Alex. It made me happier to see that he was actually standing up for me like he said he would. As I reached the bathrooms, I ran into one that was empty and locked myself in the last stall. I knew going back to school wouldn’t be a good idea. Alex can yell at them and hit them as much as he wants. Nothing is going to change.

Setting my bag on the ground, I pulled the small box of razors out of my back pocket. A few tears began to fall as I chose one quickly and rolled up my jacket sleeve. Why am I even crying? I don’t even feel anything anymore. I thought as I brought the blade to my arm. I slowly dragged it across my skin and it cut as easily as paper.

A familiar sensation washed over me and a crimson liquid began to flow. After that feeling began to wear off I made another cut and another. After a minute or so, my forearm was covered and I was just smiling like an idiot.

Is this what they wanted?

Will this make them happy?

I thought as I unzipped the first pocket on my bag. Grabbing some gauze, I wrapped up my arm and slid my jacket sleeve down to cover it up. I decided I would keep my razors in my bag for the rest of the day.

As I stood up, I pushed myself to unlock the door and stepped out. Walking over to the mirror, I brushed my fringe over a bit.

“Jack? Jack Barakat?” Someone called from the hallway.

My face went pale and I moved over to the opening of the doorway.

“Uhm, yes? That’s me.”

“You’re needed in the office.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I said with a soft sigh before jogging off to the front of the school where the office was located.

I was curious about what I could have been called in for. Maybe someone told them I had razors. Shaking my head, I looked through the door and saw a bruised and beaten Alex sitting in a chair. Behind him were all the fuckers that had been tormenting me. As I opened the door, I stepped in slowly and Alex smiled at me. He patted the chair next to him for me to sit down in and I heard snickers coming from the guys behind me.

“Sit down, Mr. Barakat.”

I nodded and sat in the seat next to Alex. My eyes darted around the office and finally rested on Alex’s shoes.

“Mr. Gaskarth told me these boy shad been harassing you and that was why he got into the fight. Is this true, Jack?”

I nodded quickly and kept my gaze on the floor. I was terrified of what the guys were going to do to me after this. I would probably get the worst beating I’ve ever gotten. I sighed softly and waited for the principal to continue.

“How long has this been going on, Jack?”

“Since the beginning of the school year.” I said quietly as I glanced over at Alex.

“Has the harassment been verbal or physical?”

“Both.”

“Considering the circumstances, I’ll let you and Alex go without and consequences. What happened would be considered self-defense in Alex’s case.”

I watched as Alex stood up and thanked the principal. I stood up slowly and followed behind Alex as we walked out of the office. I was scared yet happy at the same time. Alex finally stood up for me and those guys might be gone. A small smile found its way onto my face as we were walking down the hallway.

“Thank you, Alex.” I said, my eyes locking with his.

“I made a promise and I wanted to keep it.” He responded with a smile.

“It makes me really happy that you actually fought them. I’m way too weak to.” I said with a small laugh.

“Well, I couldn’t stand watching that happen. It’s horrible what they say to you.” Alex said before we arrived at our first period class.

We stepped in together and the teacher glanced over at us.

“We were in the principal’s office.” Alex said before walking to the back of classroom and finding two empty desks. I sat in the one next to him and made no attempt to pay attention.

“I love you.” I whispered and Alex smiled at me.

“I love you, too.”

I was so happy to hear those words. I actually felt like someone meant it for once. My father never told me he loved me. My mother was only around until I was four and then she passed away. She was the only person who ever told me that she loved me or that she was proud of me. Now I have Alex. He makes me feel complete. He’s my other half.

Notes

I actually updated quickly. X3 Thanks to everyone who has taken the time to look at my story. c: