Holding On // Jack Gilinksy

Chapter 10

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" Thanks for dropping me off.." I told Jack while giving him a firm hug.

" No problem." Jack replied before running back to his car. I watched him leave until his vehicle was nowhere in sight anymore. The kiss we shared not only just about thirty minutes ago left me in a dreamy state, I still felt as if I was floating.

After our heated make out scene we didn't talk much after that, there was really no need to. I knew I only met Jack just about a month and a half ago and that I shouldn't be kissing him especially since we're not dating but he was so tempting. Besides, it's not like I was having sex with him.

I opened the door to my apartment and when I walked in my jaw dropped.

There was my dad, making out with another man, on our couch.

He gave me a look of surprise and regret, I thought he was " not feeling good." Isn't that why he left the hospital early? Was that just an excuse so he could make out with another person? A man? Since when was he gay? Was that the reason him and mom broke up? My mind was spinning with thousands of questions and I felt like I was about to pass out.

" I-I thought you were with Jack..?" My dad said, looking at me straight in the eye. I took a look at the man behind him, and gave him a quick glare.

" No.. But I wish I fucking was." I growled, pure anger in my voice. Is this why he hasn't been there for me through anything? Has everything he said been an excuse, a lie? How long has this been going on?

" Audrey Marie Cavey do not swear when we have company." My dad said, his voice was strained, as if he was holding back a yell.

" Oh you mean your boyfriend? Is that why you left me in the fucking hospital? Is that why you have never been there for me for anything? Is that why you can't be a proper dad?" I screamed, the minute the last sentence left my mouth I immediately regretted it. The look in my dads face was threatening, making my insides hurt from fear of what he might say or do next. The man behind him awkwardly sat next to him and grabbed his coat rather abruptly.

" I-I should leave, um, see you later John." He stated.

" Yeah, you should leave." I simply replied, pure annoyance in my tone. He gave me a brief nod before walking out the door.

" Audrey Marie fucking Cavey you have outdone yourself. Go to your fucking room." My dad yelled.

" You can't make me. I'm an adult, it's not like you care anyways. You never care!" I screamed back.

" Shut up! Don't speak to me like that young lady I'm you're father."

" Since when huh? Since fucking when? You don't act like it!"

" You are acting just like your mother! No wonder I divorced that bitc-" He began to say but I cut him off by throwing a random plate across the room, smashing it into smithereens.

" Don't talk about mom like that! Don't ever talk about mom! You never deserved her you piece of shit!" I cried, angry tears running down my cheeks. My dad ran towards me and grabbed my elbow fiercely, digging his nails into my pale skin. His breath smelled of alcohol and my nose scrunched up at the odor. He gave me a hard squeeze just before slapping me right across the face and pushing me towards the remains of the broken plate. The pieces of glass cut through my skin and face as I fell down, making blood run down my porcelain skin. My blood mixed with my tears as I lay down in the floor in shock. He hit me, he fucking hit me.

I wanted to call the police, I really did. But I chickened out, instead of calling them, I called Jack, the only person I could really trust besides Claire.