Life Support

Chapter 8...

Nash POV

I wake up beside Jack, and I began to realize the pain my liver is in, the foul odor coming off of me, and my head pounding.

I throw the sheets off me in a quick motion and run to the bathroom, and throw up.

He comes in and rubs my back, and he strips off all his clothes and takes off my underwear.

Since that was the only thing I went to bed wearing last night.

Jack turns the shower on, and pulls me in with him, in a matter of moments we are only a inch away from each other.

He grabs a rag and puts some soap on the damp cloth, and begins to wash my body.

From my collar bones to my toes, he washed it all.

He put shampoo on his hands and began to wash my hair, I almost wanted to fall asleep it felt so good.

With his hands working so well on my scalp like they work in other places.

I loved looking at Jack.....He was a masterpiece.

I began to look at him up and down as water was running through my hair.

Jack looked at me the same passionate way, and he kissed me.

The words that left his lips will stick with me for a lifetime.

Things seem clearer when I'm with you. The world is so much brighter and sharper and more colorful and I feel so alive. The only problem is that, I am nothing to you.

Then he got out of the shower leaving me speechless.

I grabbed a towel and quickly went after him.

"Jack! You know you are something to me!"

He turns around looking at me with those eyes....

"Oh really I am? Why don't you explain to me how I'm nothing but a place you can come to and leave when you want! People have feelings, you wouldn't know of course!"

"Every time I look at you Jack you make me feel something, Something I can't hardly put into words."

"Then, why is it when you touch me the only thing making you feel that way is a bottle of alcohol?"

"Jack stop! That's not the only thing! I come here because you are my peace, my resting place where I know you won't judge me and will just love me unconditionally! I would do the same for you any day!"

"Really you would? You would clean me up after a hard night of drinking. Wash my frail skin after not being bathed for days? Hold me tight when I have a nightmare? Cuddle me and rub my back until I fall asleep? Listen to everything I say even if it's something you don't wanna hear? Sacrifice looking like a fool to love someone like me!"

"Jack I would do anything for you, I'd love you. Cherish you. Make love to you. Be with you. If that meant you'd be mine."

"I will."

Jack fell in love with a little piece of everyone. Be it the way they walked or the way they talked, or the way their eyes sparkled blue like the sea. It could have been the way they smiled with every single one of their teeth, or the way their brow crinkled when they were lost in thought. Maybe that was why he gave everyone slices of himself, hoping that they'd cherish that bit of him the way he cherished them. Even when that meant he had nothing left to give, except his love. But it also meant that he was never alone because people were drawn to him, or rather to what he saw in them, like moths to a flame.

Cameron POV

Waking up to a cold sensation on my head.

Khloe was waiting on me to wake up while holding the ice pack on my head.

"Dad."

"Khloe!"

I feel so wore out.

I turned to see the nurse.

"What happened?"

"You took a real good hit to the head when you hit all your photos with a baseball bat last night. I still don't know how you stood up by yourself!"

"Thank you. Me either."

Now that I have nothing left of Nash, the only thing left is our beautiful baby Khloe.

Every time I look at Khloe I will remember not just me, but Nash.

The person we both wanted. The one to hold us stronger as a couple, change us in the cutest ways. Making us fall in love twice. Once with each other, and second with a baby.

I fell in love with Khloe like I fell in love with Nash, quickly.

Not one flaw. Not one thing could make me not love them for eternity.

I'll always love Nash...

The first boy to take my ass virginity.
First boy to hold my hand and say it's okay to feel.
First boy to kiss under that maple tree in the fall.
First boy to put a ring on my left hand in Germany under a brightly colorful orchard.
First boy to father my child.
First boy to send me jumping off a bridge.

I can't even begin to explain what it's like.

He was everything.
He was it for me.

And I was young and naive and I thought that maybe in this fucking world of strangers I had found the guy who felt the same.

Who would make all the stars align in my god damn fairytale sky.

And I was wrong.

I was more than wrong.

I was fooled into believing this man, this fraud, this fucking heart wrencher had the key to my heart in his hands and wouldn't let it go.

And of course I was wrong.

Of course I wasn't the only key in his god damn hand I was only one unlocked door in his sea of opened god damn doors.

So there's your god damn morality.

He made the door.

He made the lock.

He also made the key.

I should over never let him open the door.

So now I lock myself away from you, and throw away the key.

The way you threw away me.

Now I'm the one who holds the keys,
But I'm to timid to touch the chains.