A Little Therapy

Jack has never been so hurt in his life.

He’s lying in a hospital bed with his leg in a cast and his eye blackened, he can’t stop shaking or crying. The hospital have his father outside the room but every single time they ask him to come in, Jack screams blue murder. Because he’s terrified, he doesn’t want anyone near him, he doesn’t want anyone touching him, especially not that sick, twisted bastard. The police are in the foyer, they want to ask him questions, but he’s shaking and bruised and violated. All he wants is Vic. He needs to see Vic, he wanted to speak to Vic.

“V-Vic Fuentes, I want t-to see him,” The hospital staff manage to get his details from the school and soon Vic and Mike are stumbling through the door. Vic’s face is as pale as a sheet, eyes wide with worry whilst his younger brother is the cool, confident mask he has always been, reassuring his senior that everything was fine. Nothing was fine, Jack was not fine. He wanted Alex but not yet, he couldn’t let him see him like this-so broken, so terrified, not when he himself was bottling up every problem.

The elder Mexican boy sits down at takes one of his pale bony hands why can’t I stop shaking? And there’s tears that he refuses to cry in his dark cocoa eyes. It takes the other a moment, glancing over at his younger self, and best friend with hesitant regard “Did your dad do this?” He whispers, and it’s soft but it’s like no other way the Baltimore boy has ever heard the other speak. It’s dangerous, like gasoline going up in flames, Mike stirs, jaw set firmly and there’s Hell in his eyes. “Jack,” He asks again, quiet and violent.

“Yes, yes he did,” The brunet whimpers, “But you can’t…you can’t, it’ll be so much worse if you do Vic, you’ve got to understand my dad is so high up in status, anything you say could have your entire life twisted on top of you,” His words are blurring, he’s shaking and crying and now the younger Fuentes is at his other side, his presence as protective as it was with his elder brother. Jack doesn’t even mind that he knows, he’s too busy shaking.

“Stay with us then, run away or something,” Vic looks at his brother with disdain, because his heart is pure with intention but the tree of them lead such different lives. Mike involved himself in things that would put Kellin Quinn to serious shame, things that were seen and not heard. Vic hid away from the world, terrified of what it held. And Jack? Jack didn’t understand the world, and that was what scared him. Whereas there was no doubt that Mike Fuentes could get him a plane ticket and a new identity by tomorrow morning, he couldn’t just detach himself from all that he loved and knew.

The nurse walked in, interrupting them “Glad you managed to calm him down boys but the officer would like to talk to Mr Barakat now,” the ebony haired boy flinched, the official titling reminding him of his father. The younger Mexican boy let go of his hand and walked away from the bed, his eyes were full of sorrow and dejected fear. Mike was trailing after his brother like a bodyguard, both vacating the room; outside he could see his father looking enraged that he couldn’t go inside, immediately Jack began to panic again.

The Officer was a tall, lean man with a shock of ebony hair, a sincere smile and light cerulean eyes; those eyes reminded him of Kellin, who was at home and oblivious to this entire situation, and the thought of him brought flashes of Alex to the front of his eyes. Tears welded in his dark coffee coloured eyes, forcing him to sit up and sniffle. “Good evening, Mr-,”

“Jack,” he cut the officer off sharply “Please d-don’t call me that, my name is Jack,” he rubbed his eyes and sat up straighter, as his father would have scolded him into doing. “I don’t know who did this, really, I have no idea, I just want to go home,” There’s a silence and the Lebanese boy ponders if the other believes him, yet one look at his face shows he has evidence and that the boy would not be leaving until questions were answered.

“Suspicion was raised after neighbours saw you walk into your house, all the lights were off, you seemed fine, then an ambulance gets a call, you have bruises made by someone, by a person all over you, your mother has been in and out of hospital with similar injuries,” The officer looks up, the boy swallows.

“I want to go home,” is all he manages, Jack’s face is a rock that cannot be broken. It was his fault. What did he think he would get for not coming back the night before? He was asking for it, yet things would have been so much worse if his father had known about the drugs, there was no way he could’ve returned home, not when he was absorbed in Alex. “I fell, that is all, I want to go home,” the boy’s voice was stern, fierce and biting yet underneath it all he sounded frail and fragile, upset and torn. “I want to go home,” Giving up; the officer stood and wrote something down, handing Jack the slip.

“Call us if you have more information,”

He has to stay the night in the hospital, neither his mother nor father offer to stay yet he doesn’t hold it against her, she’s only a puppet in a much greater show. Jack lays back on his bed, it’s nearly 5PM and his parents are long gone, yet the nurse comes in with this cheery smile that she’s paid to have and beams “You have two boys here to see you,” At first he assumed it was the Fuentes’ brother, and shrugged , nodding in permission to have them come in. But when he hears crying, he knows it’s not them, sitting up straight to meet bitten lips and mussed caramel hair.

“Holy fuck Jack, don’t you…Vic told Kellin and…” Kellin shifted and swallowed, as if that was something that Jack wasn’t meant to know. “And I came straight here, I couldn’t…what happened? Are you ok?” There’s tears in those beautiful eyes, and the brunet can’t stand being the cause of those tears, their hands are shaking and joined as best as they could be as the charcoal haired boy sits on the other side and overviews them.

“Who did this?” Kellin speaks finally, his voice is laced with venom that has both the boys looking up. His azure eyes are burning, and honestly it’s terrifying because this boy never cared, he didn’t care, but he looked at Jack, saw him hurt and was alight with fury. “I want to know, I swear on my life, I’ll kill ‘em,” The words have both the Baltimore boys flinching, exchanging glances, but now Alex is looking at him in wait for an answer. Those eyes were too intimidating and today was not a day for lies. He needed places to go if he were in danger, if he stayed in one place then his father would know where to look.

“My father,” He whispered. All the blood drained from Kellin’s face, his freckles darker as he swallowed violently, standing up slowly. His arms crossed, biceps bulging and causing the art on his porcelain skin to ripple; the eyes are closed and he’s tense like a bomb unwinding. It’s terrifying and unnerving for the two too watch. But Alex is unresponsive, as if he had no words or perhaps no reactions left. Eventually Kellin brings his fist fiercely down on the chair, flipping it onto its back, he’s tense and it’s dark and there’s silence fulling the entire room like a smog.

“I need to see Mike Fuentes,” And then he’s out the door.

And there’s no stopping him.

Notes

Hope you enjoyed so far? Reminder my wattpad is: KicktheKellic in case the site expires. I also have another story on there that is a Fransykes (Josh FranceschixOli Sykes) called Toxic Valentine.