Jack

I spent my night with Zack and Rian, just like I told Alex I would. We all hung out at Zack’s house, just talking and drinking a little bit. Not too much to where I couldn’t drive home. When the time hit midnight, I decided to call it a night and go home.

When I got home, I walked in, expecting Alex to be there. But I guess I was wrong. I couldn’t help but feel nothing but emptiness right now. I missed my parents. The only thing that was keeping my mind off of them was my boyfriend and my child.

I went up to my room and sent Alex a text. I waited for about five minutes for him to reply. Nothing. He was probably just busy or something. I went over to my dresser and got out some clothes to put on after my shower I was about to head to.

I walked into my bathroom and turned on the shower head, swiftly undressing myself and getting in. I washed my body and my hair, then looked to the side and saw my shaving razor. I have never thought of the thoughts I’m thinking of right now. Just a few times couldn’t hurt right? I heard people do it to take the emotional pain away, even if only for a few minutes.

I grabbed my razor, breaking it, and retrieving the blade from it. I sat down in the tub and held it to my wrist. My mind drifted off to all the mistakes and faults I made in my life. I left Alex when he needed me the most. I was too damn selfish to see past the hurt in other people's lives. I caused everyone’s pain. I know my parents died in a car crash, but I can’t help but feel like I’m the cause of it all. I was a horrid child, how did my parents ever put up with me? I’m the cause for everything. I’m a good-for-nothing loser.

One cut for each thought. I dropped the blade and sat back in the tub, and closed my eyes. That’s when my wrist started stinging really badly. That’s when, what I just did, really set in. I sat up quickly and started at my arm. Why the hell did I do that? What the hell is wrong with me?

“What the hell have you done, Barakat?” I questioned myself, in no more than a whisper. I quickly washed off my arm, jumping out of the tub and searching thru the first aid kit, finally finding the bandages, and wrapping one around my wrist. I looked up in the mirror. I saw myself. People never knew this about me, but I hated the way I looked. Everything about myself. I hated it. “Why are you such a fuck up?”

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It was the next morning, and the first thing I did was check my phone. Still no reply from Alex. What if something happened to him? What if something happened to our baby? Oh my gosh. I don’t know what I would do if I lost them again.

I sent Alex another quick text, asking if he was okay. It’s not like him to not reply to me. I might just be acting like a paranoid boyfriend, and Father. But I can’t help it. I don’t want anything to happen to the only two things that are good in my life.

I finally managed to get myself out of bed and get ready for school. I dragged myself down the stairs and out of my house, and over to my car. Before I started up my car, I checked my phone again. Nothing. I was really worried. I tried to call him, but it rang two times, then went straight to voicemail. What if he was getting annoyed with all my texts and calls? What if he was getting annoyed with me?

I pushed all the thoughts to the back of my head as I parked my car in the student parking lot and got out. I made my way into the school and went straight to English class. Not even stopping to say hi to a few of my friends that tried to stop me.

I made my way down the hall, reaching my class just in time for the bell to ring. I looked at my seat, and the seat next to it, which belonged to Alex. The seat was empty. I sighed and walked over to mine and sat down, putting my head down on the desk. I was really worried right now. I saw Brendon in his seat. Maybe I should ask him.

“Hey Brendon. Uh, you haven’t seen Alex today have you? He won’t return any of my calls or texts. The last time I talked to him was after the second class of the day, yesterday, where he said he was going to go to your marching band thing, and then you were taking him out to dinner. I’m really worried about him, he always returns my texts.” I spoke as I looked at the boy that was only a chair away from me.

“Sorry man. Haven’t seen him since dinner last night.” He spoke. I swear I saw a smirk on his face, but I might be wrong, so I just ignored it. I put my head back down on the desk and sighed again.

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The class finally ended and I walked straight out of the room, going to my locker and sending Alex another text.

“Yo, Jack.” I heard beside me. I shut my locker and looked next to me. It was Kellin, another friend of mine, who is on the soccer team with Rian. We became good friends through Rian as well, which was pretty cool.

“What’s up Kell?” I asked as I turned around and put my back on the locker bay.

“Can I talk to you about something important?”

“Uh, yeah, sure, go ahead.”

“First things first. You and Alex are back together? Right?”

“Um, yeah? Why?”

“Well, I was at Burger King with my girlfriend, Katelynn, yesterday. We saw Brendon and Alex there. We don’t believe they saw us. But we saw everything go down.”

“What do you mean by everything go down?” I was confused as hell now.

“We saw Brendon lean over and kiss Alex. Alex didn’t pull away.” When the words came out of his mouth. My heart broke. So this is why he hasn’t been returning my calls and texts. I let my head fall so I was looking at the ground. I thought about what Kellin just told me, my heart break turned into anger.

“That’s for the heads up Kells. I need to go take care of something.” I said and stormed off down the halls in search of the boy I must speak to.

It took about a minutes time to find Brendon in the hallway, standing at his locker talking to a old friend of mine, who is also in the marching band. Her name was Taylor, and I must admit, we haven’t talked in a long time. I ignored everything around me and pushed my way through the kids in the halls. I ended up shoving most of them, so most eyes were on me.

I walked up to Brendon and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. Lifting him up and slamming him against the locker bay.

“Jack! What the hell!?” Taylor shouted. All eyes were on us now.

“What the fuck, Jack! Get the hell off of me!” He shouted at me

“Get off of you?! How about you get off my fucking boyfriend! Who the hell do you think you are Urie?! What gives you the fucking right to kiss MY boyfriend?! Who the fuck do you think you are?!” I shouted. I heard a whole lot of gasps and ‘ooo’s’ coming around us.

“Who do I think I am? I think I’m someone who could treat Alex much better than you could. I wouldn’t fucking leave him when he needs me the most. I would give him the world. Something a prick like you couldn’t do.” He spat in my face.

His words stung. But it was the truth, and that’s what made me even more angry. Before I could stop myself, I don’t even think I would have if I could. I dropped Brendon’s shirt and punched him dead in his face. He fell to the ground and held his, now bleeding, nose. Good. I hope I broke it.

“Jack!”

Oh shit.

Notes

Hey everyone.
So, this chapter would have been out about two hours ago. But I fucked up and lost it the first time I written in out. I made a stupid mistake.

The first chapter I had written up was by far better than this one, even a bit longer, but this is all I can do for now.

What do you think is going to happen next?!

Oh, and what do you guys think off All Time Low's new music video for Runaways?! I'm in love with it.

~Jagk.