A Modern Love Story

Chapter 27 - Sick

Criticism spot! :)

(Time skip to that night, once they're asleep)

warning! there is talk of getting sick (throwing up), but it DOESN'T actually happen. Just in case anybody has a fear of it and got scared!!

Crutchie's POV

"I fucking hate you," my Dad spat, towering over me as I laid on the ground. "You should've just fucking died with her. God, I hate you!" He repeated, kicking me as hard as he possibly could. As I tried catching my breath, he managed to bound my feet and hands together, a smile on his face. Once I could breathe again, I stared at him in fear, my heart pounding.

"Dad, what're you doing?"  I asked, knowing I likely wouldn't get an answer. He then walked up to me and picked me up by my shirt collar, slamming my back against the wall. 

"I'm done with you," he said, now holding a knife. Suddenly, there was a pounding at my bedroom door, not phasing my father at all.

"Crutchie! Crutchie!!" Jack screamed from the other side, desperately trying to break the door down. 

"Jack, help!" I yelled back, the knife now against my throat. Slowly, my Dad applied pressure, the knife going into my throat fully. I could no longer speak, coughing up blood horribly as my Dad sliced deeper. 

"Crutch!" Jack screamed as he broke the door down, freezing in fear when he saw what had already happened. With a grin, my Dad took the knife out, letting me fall to the ground and leaving. Jack ran to my side, pulling me on his lap. "You're okay, you're gonna be just fine," he rambled, knowing there was nothing he could do.

"I don't wanna die yet," I managed to say, only making Jack cry harder.

"You aren't gonna, you'll be okay," he panicked further as I lost more blood, both of us trying to accept that I only had mere seconds left.

"Jack, I love you,"  was all I could get out, my vision fading.

"I love you too," I got to hear him say, everything becoming muffled soon after. I could tell Jack was screaming, but not what he was screaming. 

I woke up in tears, sitting up and touching my neck to see if I was bleeding. Jack sat up with me, worried. I could tell there was obviously no cut there, but I still felt as though I couldn't breathe, causing me to become more scared.

"I can't br... I can't-" I was unable to get a full sentence out, my heart pounding.

"Hey, hey," Jack said, making me look at him. "Follow my breathing, you're okay," my heart dropped as he said that, reminding me of the nightmare. "Do you want the inhaler?" He asked, talking about the inhaler we had bought me so I wouldn't need Race's. I nodded quickly, and he left the room.

After using the inhaler I laid against Jack, still needing time to calm down and catch my breath fully. He sat with me until I was reasonably okay, gently moving my hair from my eyes so he could see my face.

"How're you doing?" He asked, his voice sweet. I couldn't respond, simply unable to form words. I just shrugged, my body exhausted. "How about we lay back down, you're starting to shake from how tired you are," I nodded, surprised by how he picked up on it so quickly. He pulled me in against his chest as we laid there, rubbing my back. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, not yet," I got out, my voice shaking.

"Okay, then we can just lay here until you're able to sleep again, alright?" I nodded, closing my eyes and hoping I'd be able to get back to sleep soon and forget about it.