Dirty Work

It was about an hour later and we were allowed to go in and check everything out. Right now, me and Jack were up in his office, he was sorting through the papers that had been scattered all over the floor by whoever had broken in. I was standing by his desk and looking at the pictures that laid on it, the glass broken and the frames chipped.

I picked a certain picture up and examined it. It was of Jack and some unknown male standing with Jacks arms around the mans neck and the others were around Jacks waist. Jack was smiling that bright white smile that always made me feel fuzzy on the inside. But, when I looked at it in the picture, a wave of nausea hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt dizzy and laid the picture back down on the desk, clutching my head and taking deep breathes.

"Alex? You okay?" Jack asked, placing a manila folder back into a filing cabinet.

I clutched my head tighter and cried out as sharp pains shot through me. In an instant Jacks arms were around me and he was pulling me to his chest, rubbing his hands up and down my back and trying to soothe me.

"What happened?" Jack whispered in my ear once I felt my body calming.

"I-I don't know. I was looking at the pictures on your desk and I-I picked up that one," I pointed to the one I had been holding, "and all of a sudden, my head is hurting and I feel like I'm going to puke."

He picked up the picture and I felt him tense.

"Jack, who's in the picture?" I asked.

"N-nobody." He stammered, hastily throwing the picture into an open drawer and slamming it closed.

I pulled away from Jack and glared at him. I knew I shouldn't be pushing this but I really wanted to know.

"Jack. Who was in that picture?" I demanded.

He sighed, running a hand through his black and blonde hair, making it stand up. "It was my ex. Zach."

Rian's told me about Zach. "The one who cheated on you?"

He cocked his head at me. "How did you-? Never mind. It doesn't matter. It's old news anyways." He turned his head to the side.

"Jack, no. It's not old news. In fact," I cupped his chin, making him look at me. "It's important because... because I know what he did to you and what happened to you as a result of it."

He blinked and kissed the inside of my hand before pressing our foreheads together. "Alright. I'm gonna tell you some things about mine and Zach's relationship. Please, please, please don't freak out."

I nodded, eagerly but anxiously wanting him to explain.

He sighed once more and took my hand, leading me over to the small couch he had on the left side of his office.

"Alright, so I presume it was Rian who told you about me and Zach?"

I blushed and he chuckled. "Thought so... Anyway, me and Zach were together for nearly six years. Been together ever since junior year in high school. We were in love. Or so I thought. About a month before we broke up, something.... happened."

"What?" I asked, brushing my thumb over his hand.

"I was at home alone late one night, in my office sorting paper work and files and just normal job things. Well, Zach had been out drinking with a few friends and I hadn't really noticed when he had walked in the door. He was beyond hammered drunk and I smelled it on him when he came into my office and basically forced me to have sex with him... him topping me." He took a deep breath but continued.

"I kept saying no and no and no but he just wouldn't stop. He practically ripped my clothes off of me and forced me to lay over my own desk while he raped me. My own boyfriend fucking raped me. The one person who I thought would never hurt me or anything, raped me." I saw tears forming in his eyes and I squeezed his hand.

The next morning, he tried apologizing and saying he didn't mean to but... I couldn't find it in myself to forgive him. I never could and I never will." He shook his head.

"Jack..." My voice was quiet as the images of Jack being forced to do something that he didn't want to do by his own boyfriend. No wonder that picture had made me sick to my stomach. Those actions Zach did were sick.

I pulled the taller man into my arms, his head against my chest as I felt him release a sob that tore at my heart and made me wanna cry. But, Jack was broken right now. I had to stay together to help him pick up the pieces.

But seriously... what's so good about picking up the pieces? What if I don't even want to?

I just... have to find a way to do it.

For Jack. And for me.

Notes

Hey guise!! Sorry I haven't updated... I had a really bad mental break down and just felt so shitty that I couldn't find the enthusiasm to write but... I'm picking up the pieces (to quote PTV) and trying my hardest not to let my inner demons bring me down c:
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