The Essex Affect

I stood at my car with Oliver before me. He was continuing to yell at me about the Jack thing, and now, with me acting quiet and scared around him, that added onto his fire. He and I fought outside for about 45 minutes. A lot of cuss words and three slaps later, I was able to come home. I drove home at the speed of light, and the minute I got upstairs, I ran upstairs to my bathroom. I searched around the bathroom to find my box of razors for shaving. I took one out and slammed the razor against the counter until the razor blades fell out of the compartment. I grabbed one of the razors and scurried back into my room.

I was feeling so sick and depressed. I hated the abuse I was getting from Oliver, and it got to me hard and fast. I sat on my floor and had tears down my face. I put the blade against my arm and ran it across my bare forearm. It stung, and it stung bad. However, I let the blade continue across my arm and the blood to dribble from my arm to the floor. I didn’t even hear Jack downstairs, nor did I hear everyone running upstairs into my room. When everyone ran into my room, I want to throw everything away and hide what I had done. Tom and Jack ran to my aid and gripped onto me tightly.
Jack and Tom rocked me back and forth in their arms. Mum and dad knelt in front of me and examined my face. They could see the bruises Oliver had caused to my poor face, and my mum caressed my damaged cheeks. “My poor baby… how could that boy hurt you?” she whimpered. She pulled me out of Tom and Jack’s grip to hold me close. My dad stood above everyone with his arms crossed.

“Tom, take your brother to the bathroom to clean up his wounds. Jack, join if you want to.” Dad then walked out of the room. I could tell he was pissed and that he wanted to kill Oliver just by the way he was acting. Jack picked me up bridal style and took me in the bathroom with Tom. Jack held me in his arms while Tom started up a bath. Jack rubbed my head as he held me close to his body. I snuggled into his arms and took in his scent. Tom, once the bath was filled with water, stopped it and looked at Jack and I.

“Would you want to be with him while he bathes? I… I can’t see my brother like this.” Tom admitted with a tear going down his cheek. Jack nodded at my big brother.

“Yeah, I will stay with him. Once I’m done, I’ll take him to bed and leave.” Jack informed. Tom nodded and walked out of the bathroom. Jack put me on my feet and said, “Take off your clothes, hun and get into the tub.” I nodded and removed all my clothes. I stepped into the warm bath water and began to scrub the dirt and blood off of my wounds. Jack just sat on the toilet and watched me cleanse my wounds. I was silent; I didn’t want to speak to Jack. Yeah, I liked his cuddles, but he watched me get hit, and he did nothing to save me. It hurt. “Alex?” Jack tried to have me speak to him. I didn’t say anything back. “Alex? Honey, are you --”

“Why didn’t you do anything?” I finally responded harshly. Jack was taken aback with my harsh tone.

“What do you mean?” Jack asked, but I could tell by his tone that he knew exactly what I was talking about.

“You watched me get hit a dozen times, and… and you didn’t help. You just watched.” I said, beginning to cry. Jack shook his head, getting closer to me.

“I was scared to because I didn’t want to get hurt or him to hurt you more.”

“Take the damn risk! I am a pregnant teen who doesn’t need to be hit and abused like that!”

“Then leave him, Alex!” Jack shouted. “Leave him!” His words made me cry harder, and I smothered my face with my palms. Jack pulled me closer to him, and I looked at him with swollen eyes. Jack started to move closer to my face, and I asked,

“W-What are you doing?” I asked hesitantly. Before I could say anything else, Jack pushed his lips onto mine. I was shocked, but of course, I pulled him closer to me to add more passion to the kiss. I took one of his hands and rested it on my stomach. When I did, something hit my gut and I pushed him off so quickly, I thought he would fly into the sink.

“Oh my God, Alex. I know that was wrong, but --”

“It kicked.” I said bluntly. Jack’s brows furrowed.

“You… your kiss… you made the baby kick!” I said, beginning to clap. “C’mere!” I took his hand and put it where the kick was, and when his hand was back onto my gut, the baby kicked his palm for the second time. I looked at Jack with a smile slowly starting to form on my face. I didn’t say anything else. Instead, I pulled him back onto my lips.

Notes

a longer and better chapter???

xoxo krys