Shark Teeth (Jean Hobbs)

Chapter 17

Jack's POV

Two weeks.

Two whole weeks.

Daniel had gone back to Nottingham and Dean still wasn't getting any better. He wakes up screaming every night, he cuts every single time he gets the opportunity. I've tried taking the blades away from him but he just keeps finding new ones.

I'm not going to give up on him.

I refuse to.

I sighed, looking over at the empty space next to me on the bed. Ever since Daniel had left, Dean had been staying in the spare room, we agreed it would be better because we both knew James would go crazy if he found out we were sleeping in the same bed. I had to admit, I missed waking up next to him every morning, but it killed me every time I did. Because it just reminded me that I'll never be with him. He's James' not mine. Part of me hated James because of it, but the other part couldn't help but like him, he makes Dean happy. That's all that matters. Who cares about how I feel? Dean is happy with James, and it kills me to know that I can't make him that happy if he's with me. I'm sure I'll get over him eventually.

Does anyone actually need me?

Now that I think about it, why would anyone need me? I'm just getting in the way of them, keeping Dean and James apart like this. Daniel and Lucas are happy without me.

Would anyone care if I wasn't here?

I glanced at the bedside table, my eyes falling on one of the many small blades that I'd confiscated from Dean. Maybe I should just end it all now. Everyone would be so much happier without me getting in their way. I picked up the blade, holding it between my fingers. I brought it down to my arm.

Do it. Do it. The voice in my head told me. Everyone hates you, just end your miserable life.

I suddenly threw it across the room.

Not today.

I stood up. I should probably go and see if Dean's awake. I opened to door to see someone silently walking towards the stairs. It wasn't Dean.

"Elliot..?"

He looked at me, his eyes wide.

"Fuck."

"What- What are you doing here??"

"I- Me and Dean- um- Dean was-"

I suddenly realised what he'd done.

"Oh my fucking god..."

"Listen, Dean was upset last night, he called me and-"

"You two fucking slept together!?" I shouted, slamming him against the wall and pressing my arm against his neck, holding him in place.

"Jack- Please- I-"

"You should know better, you prick! Dean's vulnerable right now! You can't just use him like that, what the fuck is wrong with you?!" I spat at him. He struggled against my arms.

"Jack, please let me explain!"

I released my grip, he fell to the floor, gasping for air.

"Come on then! What's your excuse?" I asked angrily, folding my arms. He looked up at me.

"Dean was upset last night, he called me and asked me to come over because he wanted to talk. When I got here he lead me up to his room and we sat down on the bed, chatting for a while before he suddenly kissed me, one thing lead to another and then we... yeah... I didn't start it but I also didn't stop him, I'm sorry."