Torn in Two ❉ j.j

Ch 4 // Here For You

-Jesy POV-

"Jesy?" Jack said returning from the hospital cafeteria with coffee. It was the next day at around 12 p.m in the afternoon.

"What?" I didn't look up.

My eyes were burning from crying the entire night and morning. My head was sore from all the straining. I was in a generally pissed off mood.

But Jack...Jack filled me with a tiny bit of sunshine. His blue eyes made me get lost for a few seconds before I was brought down to earth again.

"I don't care what you say. I'm taking you home. You can't sit here and wait for him to wake up!" Jack said sternly.

"Yes I can!" I said bluntly. All emotion drained out of me - I couldn't feel anything like someone turned my humanity off.

"You're being stubborn." He sighed and kneeled in front of me. "Look Jesy, let's go home...I'll bring you back again but just do this for me."

I sighed. Jack has stayed with me since we got here last night until now - he cared so much and I was being a bītch. I nodded slowly and let him pull me up off the chair.

"Okay?" Jack looked me over to make sure I was okay. I nodded again as we walked out together, his strong hand holding mine. In that moment I was glad to have someone to keep my strong.

Jack drove me home, of course my mom was away, he insisted on staying with me the whole time.

"I'm staying." He said. "Just in case."

"Just in case what?" I asked him. "Just in case I throw myself out of the window or hurt myself - "

"Jesy things like this happen! Its not a joke and you know how worried - "

"Will you stop worrying and just give me my fuckīng space Jack!" I yelled and stomped off to my room.

I just needed space to deal with this but I also needed someone to help me. I shouldn't have yelled and I felt bad about it as I got into the shower.

I cried for 20 minutes and showered for 5. My heart hurt so badly as I thought of how I yelled at Gilinsky, saying I hate him. The last thing i said to him before the accident could possible be the last thing I ever say to him.

I got out and dried myself and my long black hair. I was sure Jack left, I would have if someone did that to me after I was there for them.

I quickly changed into sweatpants and a tank top. Feeling refreshed but half dead, I went downstairs. Thinking of food made me realize how hungry I was - my tummy growled.

"Pizza?" Jack asked when I walked into the kitchen.

I was astonished that he was still here, two boxes of pizza lay open on the counter. He must have ordered while I was showering. I was so wrong.

"Thanks." I said and sat down to eat with him. He shrugged and we ate in silence, not looking at each other or even making a noise.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you..again." I said finally. "You were so nice to me and I was mean...I'm sorry J."

"I know you're hurting and you're major confused." He shrugged.

"Thats not an excuse for me, because you're hurt too, G is basically your brother and I've been a jerk." I said.

"It's okay." Jack looked down.

Then shook his head and buried it in his hands, his shoulders shaking slightly. He was crying silently for the first time since we found out about the accident.

I stood up and wrapped my arms around Jack - my turn to be there for him and hold him and comfort him. He didn't move but just shuddered silently in my arms.

I closed my eyes and tightened my arms around Jack. I felt so much more closer to him now than ever - I didn't mind this. It actually felt good to comfort him, it made me feel like I wasn't alone.

"I'm sorry." Jack mumbled.

"Hey hey its okay." I felt tears fall down my face.

Jack figured I was crying so he slid his arms around my waist and pulled closer, my arms around his neck. His head on my chest as we held each other for what seemed like hours on end.

But for a few minutes - it felt like home.

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After the moment we had, Jack drove us to his house so he could shower and change. I hoped Brianna would be there so I could see her. But Brianna wasn't there, the house was empty. I guessed she was with Sammy being his comfort. We all needed someone.

Jack headed up to shower so I went down to the basement and flopped on the couch. The guys turned it into a man cave with their Xbox and everything. I remember how Jack would let Gilinsky and I sleep down here at night so he didn't have to hear us at night. I laughed softly.

A few minutes later Jack came down and found me looking through their Xbox games.

"Wanna play?" He asked. I nodded. We set it up in a jiffy and were playing NeedForSpeed in silence. I liked.

"Why are we acting like he's dead?" Jack broke the silence when he won for the 5th time in a row. "I mean he's still alive."

I shrugged. "You're right Jack.

"You need to remind yourself that he isn't dead Jesy."

"Did you hear what the doctor said Jack?" I said softly. "G could be I'm ICU for weeks, maybe even months. Its worse than we think."

"What's good in crying and acting like we're about to plan his funeral? What the fück is that gonna do?" Jack asked, anger in his voice.

"Its called grieving Jack!" I said hotly. "I'm not afraid to cry because I'm scared of losing him! We can't all be tough like Jack Johnson!"

He sighed. "I didnt mean it like that. I just meant that we need to be positive, I know G will be fine."

"You're right." I nodded.

"And Jesy?" Jack said making me turn to face him.

"Yeah?"

"I'm here okay?"

"We'll get through it together." I said and nodded.