three in the morning « jack gilinsky

13. why is it always a probably?

"Diana, are you sure you're okay?" concerned Jack sat on the edge of his bed, paying very little attention to Marley as he blew smoke up into the air with his phone pressed against his ear, worry rushing through his tired body as the words my mom hit me echoed through his mind.

He wasn't shocked at the fact it was her mother who reacted the worst to the news that she finally knew the truth, but he didn't think she should go as far as to hit her own daughter for simply wanting to understand why they all lied to her, and rightly so telling them that they had lost her respect. He didn't think that he would be laid in bed at three in the morning, silently telling his pet cat to disappear and go annoy somebody else while listening to Diana try to hold back the tears on the other end of the phone.

"How am I supposed to face my family after today?" she mumbled, sitting on her balcony as she stared up at the night sky, the gentle wind tickling her skin, her hair floating behind her, tears slipping down her cheeks silently so not to worry Jack.

Jack sighed, running his fingers through his hair, wishing he could be there with her to comfort her when she so desperately needs to be around somebody who can understand what she is going through. Elijah would never be able to understand the reason behind her tears, or the betrayal she is always going to feel buried deep within her heart. Bianca, despite being her best friend will never be able to understand how a relationship between a daughter and her parents, a sister and her older sister, could come to a sudden halt and a tension will remain and never leave. Only he could be the one who hold her hand, look her in the eyes and tell her Baby, it's going to be okay.

"You shouldn't worry about facing them, they should be worrying about how they are going to face you." he was completely and utterly on her side, mentally prepared to defend her to his parents when they awake and find out that once again, the truth has been bought to light; "You're not the one who lied, you're not the one in the wrong, they are." he hated to hear her sound so defeated.

He hated knowing somebody so precious and delicate, somebody who should be put on a pedestal and treated with the utmost respect, somebody who deserved all the love in the world could be left so hurt, feeling so alone and lost, questioning who she could trust and whether or not everybody in her life had been lying to her.

Jack hated knowing that in that moment, as darkness consumed Omaha, she was sat alone, not knowing how to move on from such a time in her life.

"But, they all lied to me, for so long." she sniffled, unable to muffle the not so silent anymore sobs that escaped her lips; "God, I feel so lost and alone, I don't know what I am supposed to do." her eyes should have been rid of all their tears by now, she had been locked in her room for hours, refusing to speak or eat, claiming she wanted to be alone when in reality, being alone is the last thing she wanted.

Yet, the person she wanted to be with she could only have down the phone, and their conversations had took a turn from being filled with laughter and nothing but happiness, to tears and genuine hurt.

"You're never going to be alone." Jack uttered, opening his bedroom door for Marley to roam free, before wandering over to the balcony, throwing the stub of his joint out into the garden so that his parents wouldn't find out about him smoking in the house; "You will always have me, remember?" he would never leave her, not after being out of contact with her for eight years, his feelings still remaining.

"Forever." she smiled faintly down the phone, remembering their morning hour conversation.

Jack nodded as he closed over his balcony doors and window, drawing his curtains across as he rubbed his stomach; "Always and forever." was his response.

Wiping under her eyes, Diana stared out at her garden, the sky filled with stars, her mind mentally playing a game of connect the dots, a never ending game at that; "You mean that when you say it, don't you?" she faintly smiled, the sound of his voice was enough for her far from concealed emotions to be put at ease.