The Promise

Jack's p.o.v.

"Come on then, fucking talk." I was really angry. I was fuming with hatred.

I can't believe after all these years, he was stood there, right in front of my eyes.

He had led me outside, in an alleyway close to the care home. He asked Katy if she would go talk to Cass, and she obeyed. I bet he's got her wrapped around his finger so tight.

"Jack, please calm down. I'm sorry-"

"No. Fuck off. Don't you even dare say that you're sorry. You were the one that called them, Alex. Don't fucking think you can just say sorry and think I'll forgive you, because I won't." I was getting closer to him, and he he was getting closer to the brick wall behind him. He looked a little frightened (which I wouldn't blame him for). I don't care anyway.

"Jack, please." He begged me, stepping back slightly as I moved forward in anger.

"No! I have every right to be mad at you. I have the right to hate you. And guess what? I do hate you. I hate you a whole lot, because you're a fucking asshole!" I pushed him, and he fell on the floor, his head hitting the wall. I love you, Alex. I love you a whole lot more than I hate you.

He groaned, his hand flying to the back of his head to hold the throbbing pain.

"You don't hate me." He stated, looking up at me with teary eyes, making my heart flutter and my belly fill with guilt. But still, the anger took over.

I haven't been this angry in years. I barely ever get angry.

"How much do you wanna bet? I. Hate. You." No, I don't. I love you. I want to hold you and kiss you, fall asleep in your arms again. I need you a lot.

"I did what was best for you! You said you weren't happy where you were, Jack. So I did something fucking sensible for once in my life." He cried out, and honestly, it looked like he was about to cry.

"Sensible? Sensible? You call that fucking sensible?! That was the second beginning of my Hell, you fuck. Do you know how much I cried for you, Alex? I cried a fucking lot because all I wanted was my Alex back." I could feel my own tears welling up in the back of my eyes. The memory, it hurt. It was like a knife to my heart.

FLASHBACK

"A-A-Alex," my whole body shook, my breathing short and harsh, "I-I-"

My words were coming out gibberish and high, mixed with heavy, short breathing. It was my first night, and already I was having a panic attack. It was dark in my room and I felt so alone.

"A-lex, c-come back,"

"I-I don't wanna be alone."

"Alex,"

"Take me away from h-here."

"I need you."

"I love you."

END

I felt a tear slip down my cheek and I punched the wall, no longer angry at Alex, but angry at myself.

I was such a stupid fucking kid. I wasted my days crying for Alex. For four years, I forgot about him. I decided not to cry for him anymore.

But now he's back, and I'm crying for him again.

I'm so fucking stupid.

"J-Jack? Hey," I saw Alex get up through my blurry eyes. I then felt myself being pulled into a familiar hug that I forgot about for so many years. "It's okay. I'm here."

I held onto him so fucking tight, and I was never letting go. I sobbed into his neck, crying so hard.

"I missed you so fucking much. D-Don't l-let me go, again." I clenched onto his shirt, my body shaking.

"I won't, I promise. "

Notes

Not gonna lie, I did start to cry while writing this ;-;

It's been 18hours since the last time I updated this. I've updated twice in one day SHIT ON MY FACE AND CALL ME DAD (if you get that, I salute you).

Thanks for reading, floppy titties.