A Place to call home

Jacks POV
So i was staying at Alex's house tonight. To be honest, i just didn't want to go home just yet, i enjoyed being friends with Alex, and it turns out we have a lot in common!

Alex was currently setting up the pillows and blankets where i'd sleep tonight, and i was plucking random strings on his guitar. I Could tell he was getting frustrated, so i decided to play an actual song, one i wrote myself, infact. It's called Come One Come All. Alex looked up stunned.

"You play?" He asked. "Yup." I Grinned. I Stopped abruptly and gently put the guitar back on the stand, knowing how much it meant to him. "You're really good!" He exclaimed, smiling at me. "Haha, thanks." I Smiled weakly and felt a blush rise to my cheeks. I'm Not used to compliments! I Looked down in attempt to hide my fringe. Alex either didn't notice, or pretend not to notice, as he said nothing.

It had been a few hours since we got back from school, it was now 9pm. We were discussing what band was better, Green day or Blink-182, when my phone buzzed.
From:Father
Where the fuck are you?! Get home now, you little bastard!

I Felt my eyes go wide, and quickly hid my phone in the depths of my hoodie pockets. "Alex, i'm really sorry, but i have to head home. Maybe i could stay another night?" I said with an apologetic smile. Alex looked at me weirdly before nodding. "Yeah, another time for sure." He smiled at me. I Nodded slightly and helped him clean the blankets and things from the floor.

Alex's Pov.
Jack smiled at me, but it didn't reach his eyes, when he said that he had to head home, i could see the fear and anticipation truly hidden in his eyes, even though he tried to reassure me he was fine, i still didn't believe him. While jack was at my house, i got a better look at the 'visible' marks on his neck and part of his chest, even his arms when he was playing guitar, and my fear was confirmed, they were bruises. I Really want to help him but i feel that he doesn't exactly trust me yet... I Let out a dramatic sigh and flung myself at jack to give him a goodbye hug.

Jacks POV (so many changes!) TRIGGER WARNING. TRIGGER WARNING! TRIGGER WARNING!!
I Inserted the key into the hole (Stop that, you dirty minded people!) and pushed the maroon colored door open. My father stumbled out of the living room, bottle of Jack Daniels in hand, to check out what the noise was.

As soon as his dilated eyes landed on me, his smile became malicious, and he began to walk towards me. "Is the fag finally home from his boyfriends house?" He taunted. I Shook my head viciously and gulped down the lump that had formed in my throat. My 'Father' grabbed my collar before pushing me up against the wall and i yelped out in pain. "What did you say?" He growled lowly in my ear. "N-no sir." I Choked out, because he had a tight grip around my throat. He pulled me forward, and then slammed me back into the door, my head hitting the corner of the frame. I Yelped in surprised and pain. Before i knew what had happened, i had been kneed in the stomach, but was stopped from doupling over a dad still had his hand around my throat. He finally released his grip from my throat and i doubled over. He took advantage of my position and pushed me through to the living room, where i found shards of the glass table still lying on the floor. He threw me down on the shard of glass and i immediately felt them impaling themselves in my back, i could also feel the wound on my side opening again.
I Closed my eyes and prayed for it to be over. "Fucking useless piece of shit." He spat at me, kicking me one last time before going into the kitchen, to retrieve more alcohol from the sound of clattering bottles, thats exactly what he was doing.

I Took that as my cue to leave and slowly crawled onto the stairs, a bleeding, sweaty panting mess. I Silently climbed the stairs and entered the bathroom, where i pulled myself up with a sharp intake of breath. My vision began to blur, but i ignored it and continued rummaging through the cupboards, hoping to find some bandages. There they are! I Pulled the bandages out of the packet and slowly turned the shower on.

I Pulled my shirt over my head and felt sick at my apperance, black and blue bruises littered my entire body, along with smears of blood, and there was even a piece of glass or 2 that was stuck in my skin.. I Slowly hobbled to the shower and climbed in, watching the water tint red from the blood.
END OF TRIGGER WARNING END OF TRIGGER WARNING!

When i finally exited the shower, i wrapped the bandages around my damaged body as best as possible, and slid into my brothers old Blink shirt. I Wore it to bed most nights.

Sliding under the covers, my phone buzzed from somewhere under my stomach, making it ache even more. I Slowly picked it up and squinted at the bright screen. It was Alex.
4 MISSED CALLS, 7 TEXTS- Alex :P
Alex- Jack, you forgot your jacket here.
Alex-I'll give you it tomorrow?
Alex-Are you okay?
Alex-Jack, are you okay?
Alex- Jack! Answer me please!
Alex-Jack barakat! Fucking answer me!
Alex- JACK FUCKING BARAKAT! ANSWER YOUR FUCKING PHONE. ARE YOU OKAY?!
Jack- Alex, I'm fine, I was just dealing with some things.
Alex- Are you sure?
Jack- Yes, and it would be nice if you could give me the jacket tomorrow, thank you (:
Alex- Okay, see you tomorrow
Jack-Night, Lex (:
Alex- Lex? Night jack. (:
Jack- Yes, Lex. Problem?
Alex- No. I Like it c: Night jack
Jack- Night

And with that I fell asleep, dreaming of a time where things were better..

Notes

I got really emotional writing this chapter...Parts of this chapter is personal to me, so yeah. Enjoy...

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