Jack Barakat Imagines
Abuse
Warning: violence
Jack’s POV
What’s so special about today that I feel like I want to give my all to this show? I feel like it’s important that we play extra well tonight. I convinced Alex to play Backseat Serenade, even though it wasn’t on the setlist, because that one is my favorite. I do well on it. And I want to make sure that I do extra well considering.
We played a fucking rad show and ended it with Dear Maria as always. The crowd was wild, there were bras everywhere, sweaty bodies, naked people probably. The show was crazy.
When we got to the back to cool off, the VIPs started to come in to meet us. The last ones I was excited about more than anything. Who should I meet but none other than my absolute best friend, Y/N.
“Y/N!” I shouted, running up to hug her after the other fans had left. “What’re you doing here! I missed you!”
“Jack!” she called back, running into my arms. I spun her around in my hug and set her on the ground. This girl is my everything. I’ve loved her since I could remember. In all the ways it matters. I heard a clearing of the throat behind her and set her down to check out the noise source. “Oh!” she says, slapping a hand to her head. “Jack, this is Randy. My boyfriend.”
“Randy?” I asked her, my eyebrows hiding in my hair. “The Randy?” I clenched my fist in anger, as Alex came by my side to put a calming hand on my shoulder. “The one you always talk about?” Y/N and I had been texting since this tour started, but she had to bring her asshole boyfriend.
“Yeah, that’s Randy.” She smiled looking up at him. It made me want to puke. What did she see in him? I mean, sure, he was attractive, but he treated her like shit. And that’s what I hated. No one should ever do that. Not to my girl. I couldn’t call her mine, but she sure as hell felt like it whenever someone hurt her.
“Y/N, hurry up, we gotta get back,” Randy stated, running a hand through his curly hair. It was obvious he didn’t want to be here. Why the fuck did she bring him?
“Oh, where are you guys staying?” Alex smiled, trying to keep the atmosphere light. I didn’t work on my part, but it may have helped the other side.
“Best Western,” Y/N smiled politely at Alex.
He nodded. “That’s where we’re staying too! Maybe we’ll see you there.”
Randy nodded and dragged Y/N away from me. “It was nice seeing you, Jack,” she smiled apologetically at me. I nodded curtly, not liking this situation.
“Dude, you gotta chill,” Alex turned to me after they were gone. “You can’t let him get to you like that.”
“I fucking hate him, Alex.”
“I know.”
“He hits her.”
“I know.”
“So how are you okay with letting that thing run wild while he’s got my gi- I mean- Y/N.” I caught myself. I referred to her as mine in my head, but I haven’t let anyone catch on since I found out for myself. Not even Alex knows.
“Oh, cut the bullshit, Jack. I know you’re in love with her.” Okay, never mind. So maybe Alex knows. He’s the only one. “Why don’t you make a fucking move already instead of waiting for her to leave that guy. You know she’s not going to until she has a good reason to.”
“She has a good reason!” I snapped. “He hits her!”
“Don’t you read any of the self help books I send you?” I rolled my eyes. Alex had a problem reading those. Almost like he felt the world’s problems could be solved with a self help book. “She’s not going to leave because he promises he won’t do it again. He’s a manipulator. A terrible person. Make a goddamn move already, and maybe she’ll come to her senses.”
I sighed, knowing he was right. I was going to have to talk to her when we got back to the hotel. Zack and Rian shared one room while Alex and I shared the other right next to it. Y/N texted me her room number before, and I was planning on going down there and telling Randy to go fuck himself.
How could she let him do that to her. Y/N was strong, she probably thought he could take it. But she can’t. And I have to make her see that he’s wrong for her.
I headed down the stairs until I got to Y/N’s. I was about to knock on the door until I head yelling. I opened it a crack so I could sneak a peak.
“For God’s sake, Randy! I’m not going to cheat on you with Jack!” Y/N yelled.
“That’s not what it looked like when Jack was spinning you around in a hug.”
“Because we’re best friends! That’s what friends do! Why can’t you fucking see that I’m not going to cheat on you. Unlike yourself! Who I caught fucking in my own damn bed with Marcy!”
I watched as Randy took a step closee, his nostrils fuming with anger. He didn’t even flinch when he backhanded Y/N across the face sending her falling. She caught herself, but she held her cheek in pain. My knuckles were being clenched so tight, they were turning white. “Don’t fucking disrespect me again, bitch. Let’s remember who’s paying for your mother’s hospital bills.” Randy’s voice was low and controlled. Like he liked doing it. I was going to kill the bastard myself.
I barged in, my teeth biting my lip hard. My eyes fell into a glare, and I punched Randy in the jaw. “You fucking asshole. You think it’s okay to hit women? You think that it’s okay because you’re bigger? Well, fight someone your own size, I’m going to fucking kill you, you asshole.”
Randy retaliated with a punch at me. I fell backward, causing me to knock over a lamp. I looked at it broken on the floor. I pointed at it, then looked at Y/N. “I’ll pay for that.”
Randy took another punch to me, and this time I fell down. He hit hard when he wanted to. He started to kick me, but Y/N pulled him away.
“Randy, stop it!” she cried. I could see through my puffy eyes that she was crying. She pounded on his chest to stop. He finally did, but he turned his anger to Y/N. “You know how you get when you’re like this, why don’t you take a walk.” she suggested softly. Her eyes were fixed on his and he nodded before giving her a small kiss on the lips. He left the room leaving us two alone.
“Jack, what the fuck were you thinking!” Y/N yelled at me. “You know how he gets when he’s angry!”
“You mean, you know how he gets all the fucking time?” My voice was rising, and suddenly I didn’t care about my swollen face right now. How could she not see what an asshole this guy was. “Randy isn’t good for you. I mean that in every way it can be taken. He’s got a temper, and I don’t think he’d hesitate to kill you one day.”
“Jack, don’t be a drama queen.” Y/N sighed, running her hands through her hair.
“I’m being a drama queen? I am? Break up with him for god’s sake! Fucking dump him, Y/N. He hits you. He hits you. Do you remember what you told me when we were 14? You said to me that if a guy ever treated you badly and you were too blind to notice, that to tell you, and you’d listen? Well you’re not fucking listening! He’s suffocating you, Y/N.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that he won’t let you see anyone, he monitors your text messages, he threatens to kill himself if you dump him, he hits you. Y/N, he hits you. Why do you not fucking see how terrible this is?”
“How did you become such an expert at love anyway?” she spat. “Last I heard you were fucking everything that moves.”
“You know that’s not true,” I growled.
“How’d you become such an expert on relationships when you can’t even have one that lasts more than 5 fucking days.”
“I have you, don’t I?”
“Yeah, but I’m your best friend, it’s different!”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Y/N. How fucking long is it going to take for you to realize that I’m fucking in love with you!” She stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes growing wide. I took a step back from where I was standing, and became aware of the throbbing of my face.
“What?”
“Shit. I didn’t mean that.” My voice was suddenly quieter. I looked down at the ground, fiddling with my feet in my spot.
“You’re in love with me?” She was still staring at me, and I sighed. I didn’t mean to let that slip. I didn’t mean it. Fuck.
“No.”
“But you just said-”
“I know.” I cut her off.
“So what did you-”
“Nothing.” I interrupted again.
“I love you too, Jack.”
My head snapped up, and I looked at her. My eyes were wide, and never in a million years would I ever think that Y/N loved me. Not in the way I love her. It can’t be. “Please don’t tell me you’re lying to me to get me to shut up,” I begged.
“I’m not.” She sighed and sat down on the couch, exhausted. I could see the red mark where Randy hit her become a darker red. It was probably going to bruise if she didn’t put some ice on it. “I never knew you felt the same, so I tried to drown my feelings in fake feelings for Randy.”
“You’ve never told me this until now,” I observed.
“You didn’t tell me either!” she called in defense. “How the hell was I supposed to know that my own best friend returned feelings for me?”
I shrugged my shoulders, awkwardly gazing at my bruised hand. Randy’s face was a lot harder than I expected it to be. “So what do we do now?” I asked her, joining her on the couch, gazing down into her eyes.
“Usually when people love each other,” she breathed, her face coming closer to mine. Her eyes were falling closed, and I glanced at her lips before leaning in too. “They do this,” she kissed my lips and I moved mine with hers. I never thought this would actually happen. I’m so fucking excited, holy shit. I started to pick up speed, moving so I was holding myself over her.
I broke away from her for breath. “What about Randy?”
“What about him?”
“How are you going to tell him?”
“Oh.” She sits up and glances at her hands in her lap. “Probably through text message.”
“Cold.” I told her, a smirk present on my face and fire in my eyes.
“Yeah, well so is his heart.” She kissed me again, my lips curving into a smile with her presence. This is how it should be with us. This felt right.
Jack’s POV
What’s so special about today that I feel like I want to give my all to this show? I feel like it’s important that we play extra well tonight. I convinced Alex to play Backseat Serenade, even though it wasn’t on the setlist, because that one is my favorite. I do well on it. And I want to make sure that I do extra well considering.
We played a fucking rad show and ended it with Dear Maria as always. The crowd was wild, there were bras everywhere, sweaty bodies, naked people probably. The show was crazy.
When we got to the back to cool off, the VIPs started to come in to meet us. The last ones I was excited about more than anything. Who should I meet but none other than my absolute best friend, Y/N.
“Y/N!” I shouted, running up to hug her after the other fans had left. “What’re you doing here! I missed you!”
“Jack!” she called back, running into my arms. I spun her around in my hug and set her on the ground. This girl is my everything. I’ve loved her since I could remember. In all the ways it matters. I heard a clearing of the throat behind her and set her down to check out the noise source. “Oh!” she says, slapping a hand to her head. “Jack, this is Randy. My boyfriend.”
“Randy?” I asked her, my eyebrows hiding in my hair. “The Randy?” I clenched my fist in anger, as Alex came by my side to put a calming hand on my shoulder. “The one you always talk about?” Y/N and I had been texting since this tour started, but she had to bring her asshole boyfriend.
“Yeah, that’s Randy.” She smiled looking up at him. It made me want to puke. What did she see in him? I mean, sure, he was attractive, but he treated her like shit. And that’s what I hated. No one should ever do that. Not to my girl. I couldn’t call her mine, but she sure as hell felt like it whenever someone hurt her.
“Y/N, hurry up, we gotta get back,” Randy stated, running a hand through his curly hair. It was obvious he didn’t want to be here. Why the fuck did she bring him?
“Oh, where are you guys staying?” Alex smiled, trying to keep the atmosphere light. I didn’t work on my part, but it may have helped the other side.
“Best Western,” Y/N smiled politely at Alex.
He nodded. “That’s where we’re staying too! Maybe we’ll see you there.”
Randy nodded and dragged Y/N away from me. “It was nice seeing you, Jack,” she smiled apologetically at me. I nodded curtly, not liking this situation.
“Dude, you gotta chill,” Alex turned to me after they were gone. “You can’t let him get to you like that.”
“I fucking hate him, Alex.”
“I know.”
“He hits her.”
“I know.”
“So how are you okay with letting that thing run wild while he’s got my gi- I mean- Y/N.” I caught myself. I referred to her as mine in my head, but I haven’t let anyone catch on since I found out for myself. Not even Alex knows.
“Oh, cut the bullshit, Jack. I know you’re in love with her.” Okay, never mind. So maybe Alex knows. He’s the only one. “Why don’t you make a fucking move already instead of waiting for her to leave that guy. You know she’s not going to until she has a good reason to.”
“She has a good reason!” I snapped. “He hits her!”
“Don’t you read any of the self help books I send you?” I rolled my eyes. Alex had a problem reading those. Almost like he felt the world’s problems could be solved with a self help book. “She’s not going to leave because he promises he won’t do it again. He’s a manipulator. A terrible person. Make a goddamn move already, and maybe she’ll come to her senses.”
I sighed, knowing he was right. I was going to have to talk to her when we got back to the hotel. Zack and Rian shared one room while Alex and I shared the other right next to it. Y/N texted me her room number before, and I was planning on going down there and telling Randy to go fuck himself.
How could she let him do that to her. Y/N was strong, she probably thought he could take it. But she can’t. And I have to make her see that he’s wrong for her.
I headed down the stairs until I got to Y/N’s. I was about to knock on the door until I head yelling. I opened it a crack so I could sneak a peak.
“For God’s sake, Randy! I’m not going to cheat on you with Jack!” Y/N yelled.
“That’s not what it looked like when Jack was spinning you around in a hug.”
“Because we’re best friends! That’s what friends do! Why can’t you fucking see that I’m not going to cheat on you. Unlike yourself! Who I caught fucking in my own damn bed with Marcy!”
I watched as Randy took a step closee, his nostrils fuming with anger. He didn’t even flinch when he backhanded Y/N across the face sending her falling. She caught herself, but she held her cheek in pain. My knuckles were being clenched so tight, they were turning white. “Don’t fucking disrespect me again, bitch. Let’s remember who’s paying for your mother’s hospital bills.” Randy’s voice was low and controlled. Like he liked doing it. I was going to kill the bastard myself.
I barged in, my teeth biting my lip hard. My eyes fell into a glare, and I punched Randy in the jaw. “You fucking asshole. You think it’s okay to hit women? You think that it’s okay because you’re bigger? Well, fight someone your own size, I’m going to fucking kill you, you asshole.”
Randy retaliated with a punch at me. I fell backward, causing me to knock over a lamp. I looked at it broken on the floor. I pointed at it, then looked at Y/N. “I’ll pay for that.”
Randy took another punch to me, and this time I fell down. He hit hard when he wanted to. He started to kick me, but Y/N pulled him away.
“Randy, stop it!” she cried. I could see through my puffy eyes that she was crying. She pounded on his chest to stop. He finally did, but he turned his anger to Y/N. “You know how you get when you’re like this, why don’t you take a walk.” she suggested softly. Her eyes were fixed on his and he nodded before giving her a small kiss on the lips. He left the room leaving us two alone.
“Jack, what the fuck were you thinking!” Y/N yelled at me. “You know how he gets when he’s angry!”
“You mean, you know how he gets all the fucking time?” My voice was rising, and suddenly I didn’t care about my swollen face right now. How could she not see what an asshole this guy was. “Randy isn’t good for you. I mean that in every way it can be taken. He’s got a temper, and I don’t think he’d hesitate to kill you one day.”
“Jack, don’t be a drama queen.” Y/N sighed, running her hands through her hair.
“I’m being a drama queen? I am? Break up with him for god’s sake! Fucking dump him, Y/N. He hits you. He hits you. Do you remember what you told me when we were 14? You said to me that if a guy ever treated you badly and you were too blind to notice, that to tell you, and you’d listen? Well you’re not fucking listening! He’s suffocating you, Y/N.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that he won’t let you see anyone, he monitors your text messages, he threatens to kill himself if you dump him, he hits you. Y/N, he hits you. Why do you not fucking see how terrible this is?”
“How did you become such an expert at love anyway?” she spat. “Last I heard you were fucking everything that moves.”
“You know that’s not true,” I growled.
“How’d you become such an expert on relationships when you can’t even have one that lasts more than 5 fucking days.”
“I have you, don’t I?”
“Yeah, but I’m your best friend, it’s different!”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Y/N. How fucking long is it going to take for you to realize that I’m fucking in love with you!” She stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes growing wide. I took a step back from where I was standing, and became aware of the throbbing of my face.
“What?”
“Shit. I didn’t mean that.” My voice was suddenly quieter. I looked down at the ground, fiddling with my feet in my spot.
“You’re in love with me?” She was still staring at me, and I sighed. I didn’t mean to let that slip. I didn’t mean it. Fuck.
“No.”
“But you just said-”
“I know.” I cut her off.
“So what did you-”
“Nothing.” I interrupted again.
“I love you too, Jack.”
My head snapped up, and I looked at her. My eyes were wide, and never in a million years would I ever think that Y/N loved me. Not in the way I love her. It can’t be. “Please don’t tell me you’re lying to me to get me to shut up,” I begged.
“I’m not.” She sighed and sat down on the couch, exhausted. I could see the red mark where Randy hit her become a darker red. It was probably going to bruise if she didn’t put some ice on it. “I never knew you felt the same, so I tried to drown my feelings in fake feelings for Randy.”
“You’ve never told me this until now,” I observed.
“You didn’t tell me either!” she called in defense. “How the hell was I supposed to know that my own best friend returned feelings for me?”
I shrugged my shoulders, awkwardly gazing at my bruised hand. Randy’s face was a lot harder than I expected it to be. “So what do we do now?” I asked her, joining her on the couch, gazing down into her eyes.
“Usually when people love each other,” she breathed, her face coming closer to mine. Her eyes were falling closed, and I glanced at her lips before leaning in too. “They do this,” she kissed my lips and I moved mine with hers. I never thought this would actually happen. I’m so fucking excited, holy shit. I started to pick up speed, moving so I was holding myself over her.
I broke away from her for breath. “What about Randy?”
“What about him?”
“How are you going to tell him?”
“Oh.” She sits up and glances at her hands in her lap. “Probably through text message.”
“Cold.” I told her, a smirk present on my face and fire in my eyes.
“Yeah, well so is his heart.” She kissed me again, my lips curving into a smile with her presence. This is how it should be with us. This felt right.
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RIGHT SOMEONE POINTED THAT OUT ON MY WATTPAD VERSION AND I WAS LIKE ???? how did i do that I'm magical
9/19/16