Hurt | Jackunzel (remade)

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"Where were you?" Pitch asked as Jack entered their house.

"Out." Jack replied, closing the front door behind him.

Pitch was in the kitchen. He peered out of the kitchen to where Jack was standing. He was dissatisfied with Jack's answer.

"When I ask you where you were, you tell me exactly. Do you understand? Or should I explain that to you like a child?"

Jack bit his lip to keep him from saying exactly what was on his mind.

"I understand."

He began walking up the stairs when Pitch grabbed his arm forcibly. Jack stubbled, trying not to fall.

"No, I don't think you do understand. Though, you can't understand much, can you? You tell me where you were and who you were with. Do you understand now, stupid boy?"

"I was just with a friend at their house," Jack stressed, purposefully not giving away specific information.

Pitch wouldn't let go.

"Next time you decide to abandon us, you should at least have the courtesy to let me know first."

"But I did... after school, I called and told you about my pla—" Pitch smacked Jack's mouth with the back of his hand.

"You need to learn to be quiet and to not talk back. Learn your lesson and shut up."

Jack covered his mouth with his free hand.

Pitch doesn't remember Jack telling him his plans. He must be drunk again.

"I'm sorry." Jack muttered through his hand.

"Sorry for what?"

"I'm... I'm sorry I left without telling you my plans. It won't happen again."

Pitch nodded. He threw Jacks arm away at him.

"Now, make dinner for your sister. I doubt theirs enough for you in there. Figure something out."

Jack watched his step father somber away in a drunken step into his bedroom.

Jack would never defend himself against him, it was a useless task. He'll only end up even more hurt.

A few moments past. He needed to calm down, his heart raced. He brought his fingers up to his lips to find any blood on his finger tips.

"Did he make you bleed again?" She asked meekly.

Jack instinctively looked behind himself. She stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at him.

"No, he didn't." He spoke softly.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah." Jack touched his lips again. He raised his hand to show her. "See? I'm not hurt."

Emma walked down the stairs and sat on the stair closest to him.

"He was really mad at you." She mumbled.

Jack sat next to her.

"Yeah he was. Um... do you remember when we had that talk? About what happens to him when he drinks?"

"Yes, the adult drinks right?"

"Yeah."

"He gets more angry at us." She replied, thoughtfully.

Jack nodded. "I think he just had a little too much to drink tonight. That's why he got so upset with me."

"Oh. He was very mean to me ever since I came home from school. Maybe he was drinking all day."