Closets Or Not| j.sims+c.johnson

Chapter 9

Jakes POV

I was walking in the direction of the flat. But I knew I couldn't go back. I had left for a reason. And I knew they didn't want me. I say on the curb and looked down.

I wonder how much Casey hated me right now. Or if he was pretending. Or if he was hoping that I did die. Or if he regretted what he said to me. I sighed. My hands went to my hair. My sleeve fell down a bit and. I gasped. My arm was stained red.

"Shit." I whispered at I head the door to the flat complex open. I held my head down and froze. The person didn't seem to move at first.

"Jake?" It was Barclay and I hoped that if I stayed still he wouldn't notice me. I intended nonevent coming back. I wanted to run. Far away. Get as far away from them as possible. But I couldn't do it. I wanted to hurl myself off the bridge but I couldn't.

I'm not strong enough for live. And I'm not strong enough of death.

Then I feel arms around me and I freeze again. Even after knowing its Barclay. He's crying and he puts his hands in my hair. I don't move. He begins yelling and soon all the boys apart from Casey are outside. All on top of me hugging me. Most crying. Who am I kidding, they're all crying.

"What is wrong with you?" Chris yells taking my head in his hands. I look down and at my sleeve. I wonder if they can tell there's blood. I sigh.

"I'm sorry. I- I'll leave." I whisper and begin walking away. Then Chris grabs me again and I flinch back. He stops and looks at me. His eyes wide and I really hope they don't hurt me.

"Jake? Are you alright mate?" Tom asks and I switch my gaze to him. I look down and attempt to calm my heart rate.

"I-I'm leaving. Just leave me a-alone." I was stuttering my voice was small. I kept my head down and they all looked around. I felt tears rise in my eyes and panic rise in my chest.

"Why did you leave?" Charlie asked while crying. I knew I wouldn't be able to look at them. If I did they would trick me into staying so they could abuse me.

"That last thing you guys want is me in the band. I'm not stupid. Casey made that pretty clear." My tone was again a whisper but I was thankful that I didn't stutter this time. I noticed a small pattern on the side walk. But maybe it was only there from staring too long.

"Jake we want you in the band. Where did you get the idea we didn't?" Reece says and shakes him head. I can see all of them out of the corner of my eye.

"I-I. Casey-"

"No one here cares what Casey thinks. We love you Jake and your staying. Weather he likes it or not." Toms voice was clear as he cut me off I looked up at him and saw his eyes ablaze. I looked back down as they frightened me.

I don't say anything. But James throws and arm around my shoulder and Chris puts one around my waist. I walk with them and my steps are stammered like my voice.

It takes us almost five minutes to get back up to the flat. I didn't want over here and I knew they didn't want me here. Why would they lie? Maybe because they need me to sing. But they really don't. The others would do fine without me.

We walk in and go to the huge couch in the living room. I sit and pull my knees to my chest and I'm carful not to show my arms. I look at my knees and only look up when I hear a door open. But soon regret looking up.

"What is he doing here?" Casey's voice is laced with venom and I knew he was going to make my life a living hell. I look back down and Barclay stands. His glare directed at Casey.

"Because he belongs here. He's staying. This is his band too. He's staying." He hisses and Casey glares back. His face is hard as stone and his face red as a bull. I'd bed surprised if he didn't blow up.

"There's no place for him. He's a-" Casey is soon cut off.

"You say that word and I swear I'll knock your lights out." Casey glares at Reece who had threatened him. Tom and Chaz grab one of his arms each. I hope nothing turns into a fight.

"Guys don't. Please." All eyes moved to me even Casey's. I look down and hope that he stops looking at me. I usually love it, but his gaze is filled with hate and disgust. Not love.

"He's staying. End of conversation." Reece hisses and Casey almost spits at him. His gaze travels to me. I look at Chris who gives me a sympathetic look. I look down not wanting pity.

"Fine." Casey's voice is hard and by his tone I can tell he's not done talking. I travel my gaze back to my arm and see block. My eyes widen and I move it so no one will see. I hope Tom or Chaz didn't. Tom would flip and I was afraid that Charlie would faint of scream or worse I would mentally scar the boy.

"But he's not staying in my room." His room? It was ours but I was glad to get out. I stood and looked right at him. My eyes raging as I looked in the eye. He seems shocked that I would stand that close.

"Fine by me." Then I walked off and from behind me I heard them discussing who I would stay with. I knew none of them wanted me. But I just hoped they meant what they said about me staying.

From behind me I hear James. He comes running up, he places his arm around me. I look up and he smiles.

"Your with me." I nod my head. Not trusting my voice.

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A/N

My friend has been pestering my all day about this. So happy Jo? Hope you guys like it! Just finished this after a test so.... hopefully I didn't fail.

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