Promise Me One More Time?
Escape
Jack’s POV
My eyes fluttered open as I felt warm arms wrapped around my torso. I forgot for a moment who was wrapped around and me and jumped. Almost instantly afterwards I remembered what Alex and I had done last night. Giggling softly, I softly picked up his arms and set them down on the soft bed. Standing up slowly, I made sure not to wake Alex as I tiptoed across the hallway to the bathroom. I knew his house as well as I knew my own so I entered the bathroom without a second thought.
Peeking behind the curtain, I glanced over what shampoo and body wash he had. I rolled my eyes as I saw a whole arsenal of hair products on his bathroom counter. “Yep, this is definitely Alex’s bathroom.” I mumbled with a soft laugh before turning towards the shower again. Twisting the knob, I set the water to warm as I stepped back to strip of my shirt and boxers.
I stepped into the shower slowly, adjusting to the water. Once I was fully underneath the shower head, I let the warm water cascade over me as I smiled softly. I was just so happy to be back with Alex. I was pretty sure he meant it now considering the events that had happened last night.
I always wondered if any of his so called friends knew that he was bisexual. He had always leaned more towards guys though. I don’t think they would be friends with him if they knew his actual sexuality. They made fun of me for being gay so I’m pretty sure Alex wouldn’t be an exception. Grabbing the light blue shampoo bottle, I ran my hands through my raven hair before leaning back into the water to wash it out.
Humming softly, I grabbed the body wash and noticed a new loofa Alex had set for me. Man, he was super fucking sweet when he wanted to be. Picking up the light green loofa, I ran it over my body as I began to sing.
“I’ve been here before a few times and I’m quite aware we’re dying.
And your hands, they shake with goodbyes.
And I’ll take you back if you’d have me.
So here I am, I’m trying.
So here I am, are you ready?
Come on, let me hold you, touch you, feel you,
Always
Kiss you, taste you all night.
Alwa-AH!”
The last line I was singing was cut off with a scream when I felt hands grab my sides. Turning around quickly, I found Alex, completely naked standing in the shower.
“What the fuck?!” I shouted as he laughed at me.
“I got lonely. Plus, I need a shower too.” Alex said, his body still shaking with laughter.
“Fine. Just don’t try and make anything get sexy in here.” I stated as I gained a sigh from Alex.
As I finished cleaning my body, I stepped to the side of the shower so Alex could get clean. I was just glad he had a large shower or we would be fucking squished beyond belief. I couldn’t help but watch as Alex soaped up. He glanced over at me and rolled his eyes.
“Who’s the pervert now?” He asked with a cheeky giggle.
“Shut the fuck up!” I shouted in a playful tone as I shut off the water when Alex rinsed off.
Stepping out of the shower, I quickly grabbed the only towel in the bathroom before running out. That’ll teach that bitch. I thought with a wide smile as I glanced behind me, seeing the bathroom door open. I knew I would be cornered in Alex’s room so I ran down stairs. His parents were rarely home so I didn’t think it would be a big deal.
Running down the stairs, I giggled as I heard Alex shouting swear words at me. Apparently all the towels had been washed and were down stairs in the laundry room and I had the only one. Running over to the couch, I kept my laughter down as Alex came running and shouting down the stairs completely naked.
“Jack, you fucker!” He shouted at me as he ran over to the couch.
I exploded with laughter as he ran over to me. I hoped all the blinds were closed so the neighbors didn’t see a naked Alex. As he tackled me, I fell off of the couch. My body was shaking from laughter as Alex was desperately trying to rip the towel off of my body.
“Nope!” I said with a cocky grin as I wriggled out from under him.
Getting up quickly, I ran back upstairs to his room. I figured I’d had my fun for now and would let him have the towel. As soon as I shut the door behind me, I dropped the damp towel and grabbed a pair of Alex’s boxers and a pair of his jeans. Pulling them onto my still damp body, I watched as the door burst open.
“Barakitten! You fucking suck!” He shouted at me as he stomped over to the towel, drying off.
I laughed softly as I stole one of his Blink 182 shirts. He glanced at my outfit and rolled his eyes.
“You’re such a bitch. I swear.” He mumbled in a fake angry tone as he got himself dressed.
I walked over to where my phone was, a smile still plastered on my face. I was just so happy to have these moments with Alex again. These were the times I missed. I loved goofing around and just plain being with him. He made me happy with my life. As I unlocked my phone, my smile faded as I read a text from my father.
Come get your shit today or I’m throwing it out, faggot.
I read the text over and over again, a few tears forming in my eyes. Why did he hate me so much? I thought fathers were supposed to have a special bond with their sons. I guess mine was just too strung out on drugs to realize that I was a human being too. Alex came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.
“What’s wrong, babe?” He asked, his voice a soothing tone.
I just held up my phone with the text message displayed as I wiped away a few tears.
“I’m sorry. We can go get your stuff right now.” He offered and I nodded softly, putting my phone into my pocket.
I watched Alex grab his car keys and move to the doorway. I followed him down the stairs and out to the car, my smile completely gone at this point. Moving to the passenger side of the vehicle, I slipped into my seat. Alex got into the driver’s seat and gave me a sorry smile. He stretched over the cup holders to give me a quick peck on the lips before starting the car.
I let a giggle escape from my lips as a smile formed again. I couldn’t help but laugh at his childish antics. He was always acting way too adorable. My life as a whole might suck, but as long as I have him I think I’ll be fine. I couldn’t imagine going through heartbreak again. No, it would kill me. I would kill myself.
As I kept my gaze on the window, I watched as we pulled into the driveway to the place I used to call my home, aka Hell. I sighed loudly and Alex squeezed my hand firmly.
“You can do this, babe. I swear I’ll make it as quick as possible.” He said with a reassuring nod as we both stepped out the car.
Alex left the car running so we wouldn’t have to spend any longer than we need to in this wretched place. My eyes scanned the house over and I ran a hand through my damp bangs. I had always hated living here and hoped I could get a place on my own sometime. The house was a light gray and the paint was peeling on the outside and inside. A few windows were broken and patched up with duct tape. Yeah, a real classy place I lived in.
I followed Alex to the front door. He didn’t even bother knocking first and I wanted to warn him that doing that probably wasn’t a good idea. Instead, I just trailed behind him quietly and kept my eyes wide for any signs of my dad. Considering it was around noon he was probably still asleep on the couch. God, he’s such a lazy ass. My predictions were correct when I moved to the hallway and saw my dad sprawled out on the couch. I didn’t even fucking care if he was dead right now.
Moving down the hallway on my own, I opened the door to my room to find it trashed. My dad had probably taken out his rage on my belongings since he couldn’t take it directly out on me. I sighed softly and looked at all the broken things on the floor. I glanced over my shoulder to make sure Alex wasn’t in the room yet. I quickly ran over to my dresser and found the spare box of razors I had. I always had backups in case I got my regular ones taken away.
Slipping the small plastic box into my back pocket, I pulled my black and gray stripped jacket over my back pockets in an attempt to hide the bump. I prayed Alex wouldn’t ask about it or even see it. I was already ashamed of what I did to myself.
“Okay, let’s start boxing things up Jack.” I turned to face a smiling Alex and I smiled back.
I knew that I should be happy. I had the most perfect boy in the world in my life and he was completely mine. Yet, I still found comfort in the razors. Running a hand through my hair I nodded and moved over to my dresser to start grabbing my clothes out. I must have gotten lost in my thoughts because 30 minutes later all of the things I wanted to keep were packed.
“Let’s get out of here.” I said as I picked up two boxes.
Alex nodded and picked up the remaining three. It surprised me that I had lived in that room all of my life and I all I had to speak for were five medium boxes. Sighing softly, I got out the house as quick as possible and ran over to the car. After we pulled out of the driveway I would finally escape form that place I called Hell.
My eyes fluttered open as I felt warm arms wrapped around my torso. I forgot for a moment who was wrapped around and me and jumped. Almost instantly afterwards I remembered what Alex and I had done last night. Giggling softly, I softly picked up his arms and set them down on the soft bed. Standing up slowly, I made sure not to wake Alex as I tiptoed across the hallway to the bathroom. I knew his house as well as I knew my own so I entered the bathroom without a second thought.
Peeking behind the curtain, I glanced over what shampoo and body wash he had. I rolled my eyes as I saw a whole arsenal of hair products on his bathroom counter. “Yep, this is definitely Alex’s bathroom.” I mumbled with a soft laugh before turning towards the shower again. Twisting the knob, I set the water to warm as I stepped back to strip of my shirt and boxers.
I stepped into the shower slowly, adjusting to the water. Once I was fully underneath the shower head, I let the warm water cascade over me as I smiled softly. I was just so happy to be back with Alex. I was pretty sure he meant it now considering the events that had happened last night.
I always wondered if any of his so called friends knew that he was bisexual. He had always leaned more towards guys though. I don’t think they would be friends with him if they knew his actual sexuality. They made fun of me for being gay so I’m pretty sure Alex wouldn’t be an exception. Grabbing the light blue shampoo bottle, I ran my hands through my raven hair before leaning back into the water to wash it out.
Humming softly, I grabbed the body wash and noticed a new loofa Alex had set for me. Man, he was super fucking sweet when he wanted to be. Picking up the light green loofa, I ran it over my body as I began to sing.
“I’ve been here before a few times and I’m quite aware we’re dying.
And your hands, they shake with goodbyes.
And I’ll take you back if you’d have me.
So here I am, I’m trying.
So here I am, are you ready?
Come on, let me hold you, touch you, feel you,
Always
Kiss you, taste you all night.
Alwa-AH!”
The last line I was singing was cut off with a scream when I felt hands grab my sides. Turning around quickly, I found Alex, completely naked standing in the shower.
“What the fuck?!” I shouted as he laughed at me.
“I got lonely. Plus, I need a shower too.” Alex said, his body still shaking with laughter.
“Fine. Just don’t try and make anything get sexy in here.” I stated as I gained a sigh from Alex.
As I finished cleaning my body, I stepped to the side of the shower so Alex could get clean. I was just glad he had a large shower or we would be fucking squished beyond belief. I couldn’t help but watch as Alex soaped up. He glanced over at me and rolled his eyes.
“Who’s the pervert now?” He asked with a cheeky giggle.
“Shut the fuck up!” I shouted in a playful tone as I shut off the water when Alex rinsed off.
Stepping out of the shower, I quickly grabbed the only towel in the bathroom before running out. That’ll teach that bitch. I thought with a wide smile as I glanced behind me, seeing the bathroom door open. I knew I would be cornered in Alex’s room so I ran down stairs. His parents were rarely home so I didn’t think it would be a big deal.
Running down the stairs, I giggled as I heard Alex shouting swear words at me. Apparently all the towels had been washed and were down stairs in the laundry room and I had the only one. Running over to the couch, I kept my laughter down as Alex came running and shouting down the stairs completely naked.
“Jack, you fucker!” He shouted at me as he ran over to the couch.
I exploded with laughter as he ran over to me. I hoped all the blinds were closed so the neighbors didn’t see a naked Alex. As he tackled me, I fell off of the couch. My body was shaking from laughter as Alex was desperately trying to rip the towel off of my body.
“Nope!” I said with a cocky grin as I wriggled out from under him.
Getting up quickly, I ran back upstairs to his room. I figured I’d had my fun for now and would let him have the towel. As soon as I shut the door behind me, I dropped the damp towel and grabbed a pair of Alex’s boxers and a pair of his jeans. Pulling them onto my still damp body, I watched as the door burst open.
“Barakitten! You fucking suck!” He shouted at me as he stomped over to the towel, drying off.
I laughed softly as I stole one of his Blink 182 shirts. He glanced at my outfit and rolled his eyes.
“You’re such a bitch. I swear.” He mumbled in a fake angry tone as he got himself dressed.
I walked over to where my phone was, a smile still plastered on my face. I was just so happy to have these moments with Alex again. These were the times I missed. I loved goofing around and just plain being with him. He made me happy with my life. As I unlocked my phone, my smile faded as I read a text from my father.
Come get your shit today or I’m throwing it out, faggot.
I read the text over and over again, a few tears forming in my eyes. Why did he hate me so much? I thought fathers were supposed to have a special bond with their sons. I guess mine was just too strung out on drugs to realize that I was a human being too. Alex came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.
“What’s wrong, babe?” He asked, his voice a soothing tone.
I just held up my phone with the text message displayed as I wiped away a few tears.
“I’m sorry. We can go get your stuff right now.” He offered and I nodded softly, putting my phone into my pocket.
I watched Alex grab his car keys and move to the doorway. I followed him down the stairs and out to the car, my smile completely gone at this point. Moving to the passenger side of the vehicle, I slipped into my seat. Alex got into the driver’s seat and gave me a sorry smile. He stretched over the cup holders to give me a quick peck on the lips before starting the car.
I let a giggle escape from my lips as a smile formed again. I couldn’t help but laugh at his childish antics. He was always acting way too adorable. My life as a whole might suck, but as long as I have him I think I’ll be fine. I couldn’t imagine going through heartbreak again. No, it would kill me. I would kill myself.
As I kept my gaze on the window, I watched as we pulled into the driveway to the place I used to call my home, aka Hell. I sighed loudly and Alex squeezed my hand firmly.
“You can do this, babe. I swear I’ll make it as quick as possible.” He said with a reassuring nod as we both stepped out the car.
Alex left the car running so we wouldn’t have to spend any longer than we need to in this wretched place. My eyes scanned the house over and I ran a hand through my damp bangs. I had always hated living here and hoped I could get a place on my own sometime. The house was a light gray and the paint was peeling on the outside and inside. A few windows were broken and patched up with duct tape. Yeah, a real classy place I lived in.
I followed Alex to the front door. He didn’t even bother knocking first and I wanted to warn him that doing that probably wasn’t a good idea. Instead, I just trailed behind him quietly and kept my eyes wide for any signs of my dad. Considering it was around noon he was probably still asleep on the couch. God, he’s such a lazy ass. My predictions were correct when I moved to the hallway and saw my dad sprawled out on the couch. I didn’t even fucking care if he was dead right now.
Moving down the hallway on my own, I opened the door to my room to find it trashed. My dad had probably taken out his rage on my belongings since he couldn’t take it directly out on me. I sighed softly and looked at all the broken things on the floor. I glanced over my shoulder to make sure Alex wasn’t in the room yet. I quickly ran over to my dresser and found the spare box of razors I had. I always had backups in case I got my regular ones taken away.
Slipping the small plastic box into my back pocket, I pulled my black and gray stripped jacket over my back pockets in an attempt to hide the bump. I prayed Alex wouldn’t ask about it or even see it. I was already ashamed of what I did to myself.
“Okay, let’s start boxing things up Jack.” I turned to face a smiling Alex and I smiled back.
I knew that I should be happy. I had the most perfect boy in the world in my life and he was completely mine. Yet, I still found comfort in the razors. Running a hand through my hair I nodded and moved over to my dresser to start grabbing my clothes out. I must have gotten lost in my thoughts because 30 minutes later all of the things I wanted to keep were packed.
“Let’s get out of here.” I said as I picked up two boxes.
Alex nodded and picked up the remaining three. It surprised me that I had lived in that room all of my life and I all I had to speak for were five medium boxes. Sighing softly, I got out the house as quick as possible and ran over to the car. After we pulled out of the driveway I would finally escape form that place I called Hell.
4/26/13