Dangerous

Jack gulped as he stood at his front door, breathing out his mouth, trying to calm himself down. It has been too long since he last came home. Four days is quite a lot to not be at home, especially for Jack. Not having his dad to wake him in the morning with a slap across the face has been different. Half the time, he expected his dad to be there when he woke up, and he felt strange when he wasn't there.

However, spending time and sleeping around Alex's house for four days was a great experience for Jack (minus the sad moments). He felt loved there. He felt loved by Alex. The caramel haired boy seemed so caring letting him sleep on his chest and drooling all over his shirt. Not to mention that he had held Jack every time a tear ran over his eye. The kisses as well. They were important to Jack. Little does Alex know that he was Jack's first kiss. And Jack couldn't think of anybody else to share the first kiss with.

But now he his to leave Alex and hope to God that his dad does not flip his shit too bad, otherwise, it looks like Jack won't be leaving the house any time soon.

His shaky hand reached for the doorknob, the coldness of the metal flying up his hand. He let out one last breath, opening his eyes and successfully opening the front door quietly. He let it creak before entering, his whole body shaking. He lifted his head up, looking around the house. He noticed his dad wasn't here, and sighed with relief. He quietly and slowly made his way upstairs, his bag still over his shoulder. The house was strangely quiet, too quiet actually. Jack shook it off though, counting himself lucky that he got home without his dad yelling at him as soon as he got through the door.

He opened his bedroom door, turning around to close it shut. Then when he turned around, a knife was held up to his throat. Jack gasped before quickly shutting his mouth.

"Hi." His dad said normally, pushing the fat, sharp knife rougher against Jack's neck. Jack's eyes rolled to his dad's, looking at the way they were so thick with evil and hatred.

"So..." His dad positioned the knife so the very tip was against Jack's neck, trailing it down his neck.

"Where have you been?" He cocked his head to the side slightly, a smirk on his lips. Jack could smell the alcohol flying out his dad's mouth. He felt fear and tears at the back of his eyes, knowing he was more than likely going to die tonight, or right now. He felt the knife trail down the middle of his chest.

"What's wrong?" His dad asks, his other hand reaching for Jack's jumper, making him flinch.

"No, no. Don't be like that." He says, the words being fake. Jack could hear it in his voice. His dad started un-zipping his son's jumper slowly, twisting and turning the knife, surprisingly not pushing the object into his body. As he un-zipped the jumper, he lifts Jack's top up.

"Y'know, while you was gone, I missed you. I missed having the good times we had. Do you remember them good times, son?" He asks, the knife going straight to the left side of Jack's belly. Jack gulped, closing his eyes, and then they were shot open by a massive, sharp pain digging into his belly. He screams, his nails digging into the door. He looks down at the enormous, most painful thing he has ever felt. His dad is cutting a deep, short line down his belly. He had tears in his eyes, his belly killing like fuck.

"Then, I thought, 'you know what? Fuck him'," He says starting another line beside the other one, a finger tip apart. The first cut was as long as Jack's finger, and he couldn't even describe how much it hurt.

"Stop." Jack whispered before hissing as his dad dug the knife deep into Jack's skin again, trailing down his belly hard. Jack couldn't do anything but let his dad do it, fearing that he'll make it worse.

"You're so fucking-" He pushed the knife in harder.

"Fuck!" Jack yelped, his head rolling back and hitting the door.

"-worthless. You're a piece of shit. You're pathetic, and I don't know why you're even here." He pulled the knife out, and Jack was becoming dizzy.

"'Hurt people who love you', my father told me. Do you wanna know why he told me that? Because he loved someone. He loved someone who cared for him so much. And guess what happened? He hurt that person. He hurt her because something made him," He says, own tears in his eyes.

He brought the knife in Jack's skin again, going deeper and quicker, making Jack see white dots.

"And this is why I'm doing this to you. I love you, son, don't you forget that." He says, and Jack looks at him as he takes the knife away from Jack, bringing to his forehead.

"DAD!"

It was too late. He already pushed the knife in hard into his forehead, his blood spitting on Jack's face. His dad fell to the floor.

Then, Jack blacked out.

Notes

Ohhhhhh shitttt. i'm so sorry. ;-; (this is the second update today) I don't like the way this went, but yep. This is an important chapter, like, seriously important :o This isn't how Jack ends up in hospital in the first chapter, by the way. Sjsksnskalska thank you guys for reading, okay. I'm sorry this happened, but it did, so yeah. :p ;~;;;