Hospital For Souls (Jalex)

Jack's P.O.V.

Hey guys. So Jack 'talks' about his abuse in this chapter. Just so ya know.

I was worried about Alex. That's the second time they've woken me up in the last three days.

I hated that I couldn't tell Alex how worried I was, but the last time I spoke, I almost died.

My dad used to beat me. A lot. He'd beat me because I was weak, because I wasn't a perfect son, but mostly he beat me because I was gay.

When I first told hem, he seemed okay with it. But that same night, he came into my room after I'd fallen asleep and started beating the crap out of me. He called me a pussy and a fag and almost broke three of my ribs. It was awful.

It continued for a long time. I started self-harming to aleviate some of the pain, but he started beating my for that too.

Three years. I endured regular beatings for three years. He had broken my arm at one point, but I had blamed it on the stairs.

I hated my dad. I would scream when he beat me, and he'd punch me in the face to make me shut up.

One night, I'd had enough. I screamed and screamed until one of my neighbors called the police.

They managed to find me, bloody and beaten to a pulp, and called an ambulance, but the damage had been done.

I would never speak again.