I woke up with the sun shining in my face.

I sat up, finding myself alone, and I ran my hand through my hair. I threw the covers off of me, and I slipped on one of Jack's shirts, not bothering to put any pants or sweats on. I headed downstairs, smelling food as I got closer to the kitchen.

I walked into the kitchen, being met by Jack's back as he labored over a pan on the stove.

"Hey Jacky," I said quietly. He glanced over his shoulder and turned back to the stove.

"Good morning, babe," Jack said. I smiled and pulled up a chair at the table. I sat down and Jack turned a few dials on the stove and waltzed over with the food. He was shirtless, dressed in only a pair of blue basketball shorts that rode low on his hips. His hair was flat, and he was wearing his glasses. He served me, then himself, and he set the pan on the table.

"These look scrumptious, baby," I said as I looked down at my eggs.

"Dig in," he said with a smile, and I did just that.

After breakfast, Jack took my dishes and put them in the sink with his, and he helped me up out of my chair.

"You know... you look fucking sexy with glasses on," I said as I looked up at him. I bit my lip, and Jack kissed me softly. His hands slowly traveled from my hips to my ass, and he pulled me closer.

"What do you say we... take this upstairs?" Jack asked quietly as he broke the kiss.

"That's not a bad idea," I said, and Jack led me upstairs. He tossed me on the bed and crawled over me, smirking down at me.

"What?" I asked nervously.

"You've never done this before, have you?" Jack asked, smirk still present.

"N-No... why?" I asked. Jack chuckled.

"Thought so," he said quietly, and he pressed his lips to mine forcefully. I kissed back, wrapping my arms around his neck, and I pulled him down closer to me. Jack pulled away and smiled at me.

"I'm in charge," he whispered. I frowned, and Jack chuckled as he pulled on my shirt... Well his shirt. I was just borrowing it.

"Off," he whispered in my ear, and I obliged, pulling it over my head quickly. I tossed it to the side, and Jack let his eyes travel up my body.

"You're so gorgeous," he said in a husky voice. His lips then attached to my neck, and I closed my eyes, letting out a small groan. A piercing noise cut through the air, making me jump out of my skin with a small shriek. Jack got off of me, trying to contain his laughter as I sat up and picked my phone up off the nightstand.

"C'mon mom... hello?" I said.

"Hi hon. Where are you? Your landlord said you moved out?" She asked, sounding unsure. I looked at Jack and facepalmed.

"Uh y-yeah. I moved out," I said, shifting on the bed. I looked at Jack again, and gave him an apologetic look. He only grinned.

"When?" She asked.

"About.... a week and a half ago.." I muttered. My mom sighed on the other end.

"Well where are you? I need to tell you something," she said, sounding a little panicked.

"I'm at my.. uh.. My boyfriend's house. He asked me to move in and I said yes," I said, quieter still.

"Why haven't I met him yet?" She asked.

"I don't know," I said, feeling a little ashamed.

"Well.. give me an address.. and I'll be over in a few. It's important," she said, and I gave her the address. After I hung up, I set the phone back down and met Jack's eyes once again.

"Your mom is coming over?" He asked, to which I nodded.

"I'm sorry, Jacky. She said it was important, and I can't turn her down," I said.

"It's okay.. I could tell you weren't ready anyway," he said, and I blushed.

"Shut up and hand me that shirt," I said. Jack obliged and I slipped the shirt on, this time followed by a pair of shorts. We thundered down the stairs a few minutes later after we were both presentable as there was a knock on the door. I rushed over and pulled the door open, and she pulled me into her arms before I could even look at her. I hugged her back and let her in, closing the door behind me.

"Mom.. what's wrong?" I asked as I noticed the shimmering tears falling down her cheeks.

"In just a minute dear. Introduce me!" She exclaimed, looking at Jack. I waltzed over to him, and took his hand, pulling him closer to my mother.

"Mom.. this is my boyfriend, Jack.. Jack, this is my mom, Kathie," I said, and she pulled him into a hug. They broke apart and I looked at my mom.

"What was so important that you had to interrupt certain things?" I asked, my cheeks heating up a bit.

"You might want to sit down," she suggested, and I did, Jack following my example. She sat down too, and she folded her hands in her lap.

"C'mon mom. What is it?" I asked. She took a deep breath.

"I'm pregnant," she said, and more tears fell down her cheeks. My jaw dropped, and I shook my head in disbelief.

"Is it dad's?" I asked in a small voice, and she nodded.

"Mom.." I whispered as tears filled my own eyes. Jack pulled me closer to him, and he rubbed my side.

"What are you gonna do with the baby?" I asked.

"After discussing it with myself.. I decided to keep it," she said. I blindly stood up and approached her. I pulled her into my arms and I hugged her tight.

"I don't want to dwell too long, so I'm going to head out.. is that okay?" She asked.

"Whatever you need to do, I guess," I said, and she hugged Jack and left. I sat back down next to him and put my head in my hands.

"You okay?" Jack asked.

"I'm fine.. it's just... I'm not gonna be the youngest anymore... that's kind of a shocker," I said. I looked up at him.

"What do you mean 'youngest'? I thought you were an only child?" Jack asked.

"Don't just assume things, Jack. I might as well tell you," I said with a sigh, "I've got three siblings, almost four. The oldest, my brother Jessie. He's twenty four. The second oldest, my sister Elizabeth. She's twenty two. The third oldest, my brother Simon.He's twenty.. then me at nineteen years old."

I sighed again and Jack looked at me with sympathy.

"And my father... Daniel. The four of them disowned me because I told them I didn't want to carry on with the family business when I was sixteen. They said I was a disgrace to the family name, and that they were disgusted with me. I was therefore kicked out. My mother didn't have a say in any of it, since she too did not work there nor want to.

"Every month, she'd send me checks. I know I went to school with you, Alex, Rian, and Zack, but I never told you about my family life for these reasons. Then junior year, when I was seventeen... I met Brandon. I'm sure you remember him. I lived with him for a while until hell broke loose. His parents were never home, so all he wanted to do was have sex.

"Well one night in particular sticks out to me and it haunts me still," I said, not realizing I was crying until Jack wiped the tears away with his thumb, "Brandon took advantage of me that night. He was drunk... and I was terrified- Jack... he raped me... a-and I..." I broke down into sobs, burying my face into his chest. He rocked me back and forth until I pulled back.

"And... I got.. I got pregnant..." I said, my voice breaking. I sobbed into my hands, and I felt Jack's hands on my back, just rubbing.

"What happened after that?" He asked minutes later after I had calmed down.

"That was the year I moved. Remember? I never told you or anyone else why, just mom. She had gladly taken me to the Airport; said I'd be staying with my uncle in Texas, and I did. I went through with the pregnancy, but ended up wanting to put the baby up for adoption. I couldn't keep her, knowing that she was Brandon's daughter. But my uncle said that he'd keep her for me, raise her as his own. I haven't heard from him since, and after I lost all the baby weight, I moved back here to Baltimore," I said as another violent sob shook my body.

"So, I carried on the rest of Junior year and Senior year with you four, and you offered me the best job I could ever ask for," I finished off, crying still.

"But earlier... you said you'd never... you know.. before. Why did you lie?" He asked.

"Because I have no experience. Brandon did everything, and I mean everything," I said. Jack nodded.

"Did you name her?" Jack asked.

"I did.. her name, coincidently... is Jackie," I said, "she should be about two years old, almost three."

"When's her birthday?" Jack asked quietly.

"October Twenty-First.." I trailed off.

"Does Brandon know he's a dad?" Jack asked.

"Nope. Didn't have the guts to tell him," I said viciously.

"Fuck, Becca. I'm sorry," Jack said as his phone rang. He answered it.

"What's up Alex? ~~ Another one? ~~ Okay, thanks. I'll tell her, yeah," he said, and he hung up.

"What did Alex want?" I asked.

"We're going on tour," he said.

"When are we getting dates?" I asked.

"Alex sent them to me already in an e-mail. I haven't checked it yet," he said. He grabbed the laptop in front of him, and he opened up his e-mail. After five minutes, he looked at me.

"What part of Texas does your uncle live in?" Jack asked.

"San Antonio, why?" I asked.

"That's our first stop. Next week on Saturday," Jack said.

I guess I'd be paying someone a visit.

Notes

Chapter Eighteen!

Title Cred: Linkin Park

The words 'and' are not put as these: '&' this chapter because of the stutter I put on one of the paragraphs. Decided it would look better anyway without them this chapter.

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