You Can't Hurt Me

Auntie and uncle

"Racer, come down!" Jack yelled, mostly to wake up Race, who had stayed up all until 5 am last night counting the stars completely drunk. That's how Jack found him anyway, holding a bottle of old beer Jack knew he didn't own, sobbing because he shifted his gaze and lost count at 42,786.

"But Jack," Race winced. He normally didn't drink a lot but today was his moms birthday. "I don't wanna."

"Shouldn't have stayed up so late then."

When Jack tried to talk to him about it, Race fell into his arms crying. Talking about how his moms blood stained his white shoes, making them a sharp contrasting red, which would later turn into a muddy brown he never got off. Said he still had the damn shoes hidden in the back of his closet, and Jack was the only thing stopping him from running in there, drunk to cry all over them. Plus Jack already knew his dad let him drink, and sometimes conversations are best for another day.

He had made pancakes for them, and today was going to be perfect. He added sprinkles and chocolate to Race's knowing he had quite a sweet tooth on him.

Race stumbled down, rubbing his eyes and yawning. He was already almost through a complete glass of water, but Jack gave him another anyway.

They started eating their pancakes, and after 20 seconds of silence Race raised his eyebrows.

"You're not going to say anything?"

Jack poured Syrup on pancake number three. "Nope."

Race looked up surprised, "so I can keep drinking then?"

"Absolutely not."

Race slumped over disappointment and added a mound of whipped cream to his pancakes. "Then why are y'a yelling at me."

Jack shrugged, "some fights are best delayed."

Race's eyes darkened, "what did I say."

"Hmm?"

"You're pitying me, what did I day?" Race looked tough, but all Jack could see was tears staining Race's blue eyes, making them red of puffy all around.

Jack shrugged, "nah I don't pity you. But there's no use in beating a dead horse."

"What did I sa-"

Three knocks.

They both looked up in surprise and at the door, Jack never got visitors, specially in these parts.

"Go behind the wall."

"Bu-"

"Do as I say!" Jack yelled back.

Race put down his fork and scrambled back, quiet as a mouse, reaching for the pocket knife his dad gave him when the first person was shot in here.

Jack grabbed his own knife, and carefully creaked the door open, holding it out ready to stab.

"Eye candy!" Yelled a higher pitched feminine voice. Jack immediately slumped over in relief and jumped in front of the door.

"Race you can come out!" Race creeped out of the doorway and let out a big smile, running forward and shoving Jack out of the way.

"Davey!" He shouted, hugging him, Davey stumbled back and little and returned the hug.

Katherine stepped past them and gave Jack a hug.

Then she frowned, squeezing tighter, "wow Jack you're thinner than you seem."

Jack scowled, "no, I'm very thick."

Katherine tightened her hug, and lifted Jack up, leaving him to scream and wrap around her.

"Put me down!"