Velocity-> Jack Gilinsky

Chapter 37

(A/N) I'm so disappointed with this idiotic Madison-Jack thing and I really don't know what to think... Whatever... guess this was bound to happen. Sorry for the shortness of this chapter, I'm just really not feeling it today.

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*Jack's Pov*

"I wanna take you out somewhere... Show you off." I smirk, nudging Liv playfully. She gives me a smug look before bursting into that familiar but beautiful smile of hers.

"What, like a date?" I couldn't help but laugh at her confused, scrunched up facial expression.

"Believe it or not, boyfriends take their girlfriends out on dates, and I feel guilty about not doing that yet..."

"Ok." She smiles as we continue our walk to her fifth period.

"So... yes?"

"Yes, I'd love that," Olivia beams as we arrive, stepping in front of me and standing on her tippy toes to leave a quick kiss on my lips. I had to force myself to stop at just that.

"I'll pick you up at eight," I say before we go our separate ways.

And as I turned around, I spotted Sam walking quickly in the opposite direction of me.

"Sam!" I jogged to him, matching his pace as he continued to pretend I was Casper or some sh*t. His face was still bruised and his eye remained slightly swollen; I was lucky to have been less hurt. "Sam-"

"Your shit's all together. It's on the porch." I continued walking with him, noticing that he had been clenching his jaw and holding his hands in fists the entire time.

"Come on man-"

"Pick it up before it rains." I grunted, letting a sigh of annoyance out as I let my hands fall to my sides, defeated by Sam. My eyes burned into his back as I watched him turn the corner, leaving my sight.

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I decided it'd be best for me to take Sam's advice as I arrived on the doorstep of a place I once found comfort in, but now was the only place I had left to go.

I brought my hesitant hand to the red door, knocking three times before stepping back and running a hand through my messy hair.

The door opened, revealing my dad. His eyes traveled from my feet to my eyes, frowning as he realized that I was in front of him; I was embarrassed that I was crawling back to them.

"It's for you," he spoke with disgust, releasing the doorknob and disappearing somewhere in the house before my mother took his place.

"Honey..." I lowered my head as she studied me like she had given me away and this was the first time we were meeting since. "You look- Are you alright?" I watched as she brought a shaky hand to her mouth, watching me intently.

"I have no where else to go." This was not what I wanted. I couldn't stand knowing that I'd given my dad the satisfaction of having control over me again; I couldn't and wouldn't be controlled.

She lightly nodded, opening the door wider before moving so that I could come in.

"Thank you," I said quietly, walking to my room with my belongings.

It was only half an hour that I had put all of my things away before I heard a knock on my door, revealing my mom. She entered slowly, sitting next to me on my bed.

Something was wrong. Her walk was feeble, and it seemed as if she was always shaking; like she would break with just the touch of a hand.

"What has he done to you, mom?" I was beyond angry and in disbelief as I saw how weak she was. She never stood up to my dad, and that was exactly what she needed to do.

"It's not your father, Jack. I'm just... I'm worried about you. You've become so isolated and cold. I don't know what I've done to make you loathe me so much," she spoke quietly, her lips quivering as tears clouded her tired eyes.

I lowered my head to the ground, not able to respond. And I began to instantly regret the last time we had spoken and how harsh I was.

She hesitantly spoke, breaking the silence, and rested her small hand on top of mine.

"I'm sick, Jack."