Barakat, Jack Barakat

Amy awoke the next morning, her head was throbbing and her cheek was on fire. What had happened? She couldn’t remember a thing about last night.
She sat up and looked around the room, stretching.
“Where the hell am I?”
She searched the room for anything that would give her an indication of whose room she was in. She started to panic.
She removed herself from the bed and walked out searching for the bathroom, when she found it she walked in taking a good look at herself in the mirror. She had black stains down her cheeks from her mascara; her dark lipstick was smudged all around her mouth, looking like a rash. Her attention though was drawn straight to her cheek, the cheek that was on fire. It was bright red and a bruise was beginning to form.
“Did I get completely wasted and fall face first into a ditch or something?” she asked herself, looking down at her dirty dress.
“Not quite” a voice startled her from behind. She jumped, quickly turning around to face Jack.
“What happened last night? How did I get here?” Jack just stood in silence not knowing how to explain what happened. Amy noticed that Jack was only standing there in his boxers.
“We didn’t…” she started, beginning to panic again. Jack let out a light laugh.
“No, Amy. We didn’t. I only have sex with women who are sober enough to give consent” he said. Amy couldn’t help but smile.
“But about last night…” he started, sighing.
“Do you remember anything?” Amy searched as hard as she could for any slight memory from last night.
“I remember dancing with some guy, then I left the club. The rest is a blur” Jack sighed. Looking her in her eyes. Taking hold of her hands he said
“Amy, I’m going to tell you what happened last night, please just understand that I’m so sorry about what happened” Amy’s hands began to tremble.
“Go on” she stuttered out.
“The guy… He-he attacked you” Jack saw the fear in Amy’s eyes.
“It would’ve been a lot worse if I hadn’t have shown up. He had just unzipped his pants when I turned up” Amy was now crying.
“I fought him off and carried you back here and put you to bed” Amy just fell into Jack’s arms and sobbed. Jack wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head.
“Thank you” she said looking him in the eyes.
“There’s no need to thank me, Amy”
An hour later, after freshening up and having Jack drop her off at her hotel, she stood in her doorway talking to Jack.
“So listen Amy, I never really got to apologise for everything that’s happened. That afternoon, and the phone call…”
“Jack, after what happened last night, I forgive you. I owe you” she leaned up and kissed his cheek. Jack smiled and was about to turn away.
“Hey, we’re playing a show tonight and I’d like it if you came to see us. I’ll get you a backstage pass and you can stand stage-side during the show, sound good?”
“That sounds great!” she smiled.
“Okay, so I’ll meet you at the stage door about 7, okay?”
“Okay Jack, I’ll see you then” and with that Jack was gone, bouncing off down the hallway.
Amy stood side-stage watching the boys perform. She had only heard of them about a month ago and they were already becoming one of her favourite bands. They were so energetic on stage, it was mesmerising. Every so often, Jack would look over and wink at her, making her laugh. She couldn’t help but laugh when Jack went down to the barrier and was almost pulled headfirst into the crowd.
The guys had just finished Dear Maria and were now throwing their guitar picks into the crowd, Rian throwing his drumsticks. Zack was first off stage, smiling at Amy as he walked past her to go grab a towel. Alex and Rian shortly followed, high-fiving Amy as they walked past, however there was no sign of Jack. Amy looked out seeing Jack still with the crowd. She let out a laugh.
“Yo, Gaskarth, you might wanna go and grab your boyfriend before the crowd strip him of his clothes” Alex ran back out earning screams from the crowd.
“Come on Jacky boy! Stop touching the fans and get your ass back here before you end up in prison” he said into the mic.
After another 5 minutes, Jack appeared backstage with no shirt. Amy gave him a questioning look.
“The fans ripped it, so I took it off and threw it to them” he laughed.
The guys all cleaned up and headed back to the bus.
“Come on, Amy. Come back and chill with us for a while” Amy laughed
“Sure, it wont kill me” and with that, they all walked out to the bus, Jack with his arm around Amy.

Notes

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