I was so not looking forward to today.

Despite telling him a hundred times that I wasn't in the mood for a visit, Zack had decided he was coming over today. 'To check on Jack's arm, it might be healed or need a new cast.'

Whatever.

To say the least though, these last few weeks since the incident have been interesting. Nothing quite as extreme the whipping has happened, in fact Jack listens now.

Well, kinda.

Usually all it takes is a moderate punishment, like hitting him a few times or being locked in his room for a couple days with no food, to get him to just do his damn chores and anything else I want. There's been one time where I literally chained him outside after being an annoying little shit all day. It might have been raining that night, too.

This last week however, I only needed to smack him once. He's been fairly good, which means he's almost broken. Which is even better.

“Jack,” I called, looking up the stairs. He was supposed to be cleaning the bathroom up there, but right now I needed him. “Jack!”
“What?!” He yelled back, and I crinkled my nose.
“You know better than to talk to me like that, get your fucking ass down here!” I screamed.

Okay he was still pretty mouthy and I've seen the faces he makes whenever I tell him to do something. Once we're finished getting him to do what I say on command, then we'll focus more on his shitty attitude.

As he appeared at the top of the stairs, he looked down at me with a less than impressed look. I swear all this kid has for facial expressions is frowns, sneers, and glares.

“What do you want?” He asked, tone sounding annoyed, and I rolled my eyes.
“I want you to get the fuck down here.” I pointed to the floor in front of me. “And to knock it off with the attitude.”
“Whatever.” He muttered, but I could still hear it.

Clenching my fists, I waited till he descended the steps and was in front of me. Honestly, I was thinking about smacking him for the tones and glares, but Zack was going to be here soon. I don't wanna leave a mark and have him lecture me. Again. That's one part of Jack needing to come down here as well, so I could see if there was anything to be covered up.

Right now he was in a pair of jeans, that were too small for me, and just a plain back t-shirt. I could see bruises and small cuts on his more exposed arm, the one with cast had some on his upper bicep, where the cast didn't cover any skin. The cast itself looked a little worn and beaten. Honestly, I hope the stupid thing comes off today, it's an eyesore.

“Get changed.” I demanded, and Jack looked at me questionably.
“What?”
“Put on a different shirt, with long sleeves.” I explained. “Actually, change your pants too, they're wet.”
“I was scrubbing the bath-”
“Just get changed and come back down here to the living room. Zack's coming.”

Jack's face lit up a bit, it was small, but I could see it. I'm so sure it's a surprise that it annoyed me, it annoyed me a lot as I watched him turn without another word and climb the steps to head to his room. Frowning, I stared at the spot he was in for awhile before scoffing and walking away to sit on my sofa. What a fucking idiot, why be happy to hear about Zack? It's not like he knows him much, they aren't friends. Jack can't have friends as far as I'm concerned, the rest of his existence is going to be spent in this house unless I feel like moving. He has one purpose and that one purpose is to serve me, not make friends with my 'friends' and think he matters.

I'm gonna have to make sure this visit stays relatively short.

I was curious as to if Jack would be back down before Zack came but got my answer nearly as soon as the thought came across. The doorbell went off as I was hoping it would be Jack so I could tell him to keep his mouth shut, but too late for that. He probably knows anyway.

Getting up and answering the door, I looked at Zack up and down. Taking in the fact that he looked nothing like a doctor right now, with jeans and some football t-shirt, but had his briefcase.

“Hi.” I said letting go of the door and walking in.
“Someone is already pissy,” Zack mused, walking in behind me and shutting the door. “Maybe if you acted nicer you'd be happier.”
“Maybe if you didn't come here uninvited I'd be happier.” I retorted sweetly, making Zack roll his eyes.
“Whatever, despite the fact that I'm still annoyed but all,” He gestured to basically everything. “this. Doesn't mean I don't miss seeing you and you've been kind of MIA.”
“I've been busy with work and training, figured you wouldn't want to be around when I'm in my office nor-”
“I could have hung out with Jack.” He interrupted smiling and I frowned, crossing my arms.
“He's busy working all the time, being a slave is kind of a full time job.” I snorted.
“Alex-” Zack started but I decided I was done with this conversation.
“Jack! What the hell is taking you so long?!” I screamed, turning to look at the stairs, uncaring on how Zack probably wasn't ready for the sudden screaming. Considering he jumped about a foot in the air in his seat.

“Chill, I'm here.” Jack's voice came from the stairs, and moments later, he appeared. He was attempting to pull the one sleeve over his cast still. “The shirt you made me-”
“Shut it.” I grumbled, noticing Zack gave me a pointed look. “What?”
“You...” He sighed. “Never mind, Jack?”

I watched Jack look to Zack and give a polite nod, to which Zack smiled. I stayed in my spot as my friend got up and started asking questions at a mile a minute. From behind his back, I made sure to give Jack a very direct glare. A silent warning that the wrong answers would mean bad things, very bad things, for him.

“How ya been?” Zack asked first, Jack glanced at me before simply stating.
“Peachy.”
“What about your arm?”
“Least of my worries.” I glared at him for that, sneaky dick.
“Alright, well let's get started, yeah?” Zack asked and Jack nodded, looking over to me with a smug look and I sneered back at him.

Zack looked over his arm and everything, just pulling up the one sleeve thankfully. He did end up recasting it, not really saying why. Jack and him talked quietly about nothing real important. I stayed close by and listened in the whole time, making sure nothing was being said that would result in me kicking Zack out and beating the shit out of Jack. A couple times Zack asked if Jack was alright, needed anything else checked out, and he just answered no.

Soon enough Zack was gone, and so was some of the tension in the room. He said he'd be back in a couple weeks, I told him to take his time.

“Alright, well, get back to work.” I said, sitting onto the couch as Jack inspected his new cast.
“Really?” He asked, glaring at me. “I-”
“Have shit to do.” I finished for him. “Now do it.”
“Cranky asshole.” He muttered and walked off.

I just rolled my eyes and turned on the t.v. It was going to be a long week.

Notes

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