I Hope You Know I Need You
I Just Wanna Leave This Place Behind Every Time I See Your Face In Mine
"Fuck Alex!" I said in a loud whisper, "My dad will kill us both if he finds you, especially if he knows I'm gay!"
"What do we do?"
"Get under the bed. Call 911. Don't make a noise, please, for both of us."
"Alright. And Jack?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"I love you too. And no matter what, I'll be fine, ok?"
With that, I slowly creeped down the stairs, to the bathroom, where I could make a quiet call. I ripped open my phone and called my mom.
All I heard was ringing, and ringing, ringing, ringing, and ringing. Fuck! She didn't answer! What am I going to do!
With that, the bathroom door swung open. My dad was standing there, whiskey in hand. He took a swig, then smashed it on the door frame. He still had the broken piece in his hand. He walked over, I was shaking. Neither of us made a sound. He picked me up off of my feet, and slurred "You aren't going anywhere this time,are ya?" as he put the piece to my neck, about to get rid of me once and for all.
I begged him, "Please, don't do this dad. I love you, please!" What a lie that was.
He spat in my face, "Well I never loved you!" Then shoved me into the mirrow, breaking the glass, with shards in my back. I grimaced with pain. He laughed at me, "Silly faggot, can't take a little pain?"
"Dad please, you don't have to do this!"
"You're right...but I want to."
Then he bent me over the counter, and drug the piece across my back, digging it in. I started to cry, it hurt so bad. Then, he smashed my head into the toilet, and everything sounded hollow and everything went black.
Alex POV
I couldn't take this. Knowing Jack was getting beat, getting hurt, and I had to wait until the poiced showed, that was the only thing I could do. Fuck me, I can't take this.
That's when I heard the door burst open, the police finally came. I heard a shit ton of screaming, and crying. Then I heard five shots ring out, like deafening blows. Everything stopped still. That's when I heard it.
"Get an ambulance out here, the kid's fucking hurt!"
I screamed out "No!" and sprinted down the stairs. The poice told me that he would be ok, he just needed rest, and some time, but he is hurt. His father is dead. Shit, I have to call his mom.
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Half an hour later I rode to the hospital with his mom. When we walked in the room, he was in a coma. His dad hit his head so hard on the toilet he went into a coma. I lost him again. I fucking lost the guy I love again. I layed by his bed all night, letting the tears hit the floor.
"What do we do?"
"Get under the bed. Call 911. Don't make a noise, please, for both of us."
"Alright. And Jack?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"I love you too. And no matter what, I'll be fine, ok?"
With that, I slowly creeped down the stairs, to the bathroom, where I could make a quiet call. I ripped open my phone and called my mom.
All I heard was ringing, and ringing, ringing, ringing, and ringing. Fuck! She didn't answer! What am I going to do!
With that, the bathroom door swung open. My dad was standing there, whiskey in hand. He took a swig, then smashed it on the door frame. He still had the broken piece in his hand. He walked over, I was shaking. Neither of us made a sound. He picked me up off of my feet, and slurred "You aren't going anywhere this time,are ya?" as he put the piece to my neck, about to get rid of me once and for all.
I begged him, "Please, don't do this dad. I love you, please!" What a lie that was.
He spat in my face, "Well I never loved you!" Then shoved me into the mirrow, breaking the glass, with shards in my back. I grimaced with pain. He laughed at me, "Silly faggot, can't take a little pain?"
"Dad please, you don't have to do this!"
"You're right...but I want to."
Then he bent me over the counter, and drug the piece across my back, digging it in. I started to cry, it hurt so bad. Then, he smashed my head into the toilet, and everything sounded hollow and everything went black.
Alex POV
I couldn't take this. Knowing Jack was getting beat, getting hurt, and I had to wait until the poiced showed, that was the only thing I could do. Fuck me, I can't take this.
That's when I heard the door burst open, the police finally came. I heard a shit ton of screaming, and crying. Then I heard five shots ring out, like deafening blows. Everything stopped still. That's when I heard it.
"Get an ambulance out here, the kid's fucking hurt!"
I screamed out "No!" and sprinted down the stairs. The poice told me that he would be ok, he just needed rest, and some time, but he is hurt. His father is dead. Shit, I have to call his mom.
_________
Half an hour later I rode to the hospital with his mom. When we walked in the room, he was in a coma. His dad hit his head so hard on the toilet he went into a coma. I lost him again. I fucking lost the guy I love again. I layed by his bed all night, letting the tears hit the floor.
no. stop. ok?
9/20/13