Eternally Ours

52- Your Dad Is A Billionaire?

I finally snap back into reality and run over to where my Dad is holding my boyfriend in his arms while he cries and try to get to him too but Jack has other ideas. "Emily go! Jess I don't want her to see me like this." Jack cries out. 

"Jack please, let me help you." I beg my own tears spilling over the surface of my face. But Jack doesn't look at me he just looks lost and angry. 

My Dad looks at me with sympathy in his eyes, "Emily just go next door, I've got him. I promise." He gently tells me and I know that's what I have to do and as much as I want to I can't help him right now. I can't fix this for him. He just needs time and space which I know I need to give him as much as my body is fighting every step I take away from him. When I enter the house Freddie is down in the living room with my Mum and Joanne, they are in deep conversation when I come in, "Joanne it isn't your fault." My Mum is insisting. 

"It is Liz, I should have made sure he wasn't home. I never wanted him to know about this side of my life. I especially didn't want him to find out this way." She insists but she is no longer crying, she has a brave face something she is clearly very used to doing. "Emily. How is he?" She asks all her concern is for her son.

"He isn't okay. He doesn't want me there he just wants Jesse." I answer her and her face falls, "he will be fine though, he is just angry. He needs some time to calm down." I tell her joining to sit at her other side on the sofa. "I just never thought he would find out about this." She tells me as I wrap an arm around her pulling her to me as she finally lets it out and cries. I can't begin to image her life before leaving Andrew the pain it must have felt to not only live that horrific life of abuse but to have to shoulder the weight of the truth on her own is enough to make you feel like you are trapped in a prison cell of Andrews making. Joanne also earns a significant amount less that Jack's Dad and I'm sure that was used as leverage over keeping her with him and keeping control of her. 

We all sit together all night but Jesse or Jack never make a reappearance it gets to past midnight and Joanne finally heads home. But my Dad still doesn't come back and after some discussion it is decided that I am best to let Jack come to me and I know I need him time to talk to his Mum and to get the answers he needs from her. I can't help but look at Joanne in a different light now. I don't look at her like a victim as most would but I look at her like she is a survivor, a fighter, a strong women who is doing her best to start her life over again. I knew she was a strong women but now I know that she is one of the strongest. I also found out that she had confided in my mother about this months ago and I was relived about that, to know that she had managed to lighten the load with my Mum because she knew that it would go no further. She hadn't even told my Dad, who I was inching to come home so I could make him tell me how Jack was, to tell me that he was fine and had calmed down. But I must have reluctantly fallen asleep because I had woken up to the feeling of someone crawling into my bed. Jack. I had left the balcony door unlocked in hopes that he would come, I wasn't sure if he would but when I feel his arms wrap around me I turn around to look him in the face. His sad eyes look back at me as I wrap him in my arms and pull him to me, his face burying in my chest.

"I love you." I tell him as I smooth my hand over his hair, I love him so much and I need him to know that. 

"I spoke to my Mum. She told me everything and I told her how I felt about everything and I know you want to talk about it baby, but right now I can't. I don't think I ever will be able to. But I did with my Mum and we have laid that to rest. I'm never seeing him again in my life." He tells me and I know not to push him on this, the fact that he has spoken to his Mum about it is all I need for him to make me feel at ease about the situation- this is a big step for Jack opening up and talking to his mum like that is a big step for him as go back a few months ago he wouldn't have done that, a few months ago he wouldn't have crawled into my bed he would have gone and found Shane an done so many drugs that he wouldn't be able to function or feel the pain. I am so in love with this boy that I want to wrap him up in my arms and hold him so tight that all his troubles melt away but I can't. I can hold him though and make sure to stand by his side with every single one of those troubles.