Infinity//Kiani (BoyxBoy)

-Thirty- Four-

-=+=- Jack's POV-=+=-

I walk in the door, slowly closing it. My dad is asleep on the couch, beer bottles scattered around him, one slipping out of his hand. I frown. I hate this. I hear things clanking in the kitchen. My mom. I have to go through the living room to get in my room. I take a quiet deep breath and start tip toeing passed the couches, watching my dad and holding my breath. I get so close when I hear my dads name being called. "Dinners ready." I run quickly to my door, holding in my breath. "Okay you worthless piece of shit. Speaking of pieces of shit, Jack return yet?" There was a pause. "No. He hasn't come back yet." I hear the sadness in my moms voice. I though she was mad at me? "Fuck." I hear shuffling and then silent footsteps walk towards the kitchen. I let out the breath I was holding quietly. I grab the door nob and turn it slowly, knowing it squeaks when you turn it too fast. I push open the door and my mouth drops open. Stuff is thrown everywhere. All of it. My bed is torn apart and all my clothes are scattered around the room. I sigh and I feel tears threatening to fall.

I get fully into my room and close the door quietly. I walk through all the crap on the floor and walk to my closet, grabbing a bag to grab clothes. I hear a light tap on the window and look. Its Jordan. I forgot I had to let them in. I trudge through the clothes and land softly on my bed, opening the window. I put my finger to my mouth, signifying to be quiet. Jordan nods and tells everyone to be quiet. Jordan lets Issac go in first. I help him in, making it so he doesn't fall. Next come Will and then Will and Issac help Jordan in. "Okay." I whisper very quietly. "Find whatever clothes you can and stuff them into this bag." I pass them the bag I got from the closet moments before. "And then ill collect the tooth brush and stuff like that, then Issac I need you to grab my pillow and that picture frame on my desk." Most of that was just me motioning to the things because I whispered very quietly. "Go." I whisper. They all begin going for their task and I go into my connected bathroom. Good thing I'm the only one who can get access. I grab my tooth brush and my tooth paste. I look behind me, making sure none of them can see what I'm doing. I open my drawer and grab my blade, placing it in my pocket. I look through my drawers quietly, grabbing little things I need. I head to the shower and grab my shampoo and conditioner. I also grab my deodorant from the mirror and some other little things. Once I'm satisfied with what I have gotten, I walk back into the room, seeing as Issac has finished and Jordan and Will have a bag full of clothes. I smile at them and walk to my closet, grabbing another bag and placing the objects I got in there. "TIME TO GO MESS UP THE FAGGOTS ROOM AGAIN." I freeze. All three of them look at me, them all walking to the window. "Go." I whisper. I hand Issac my bag. He looks at me. "Be careful. Please." I can tell he is about to cry. "I will. Ill meet you guys at the car." I whisper. What happened next really surprised me. Issac leans in, kissing my cheek. I blush a bit. He looks shocked at what he just did. He runs out of the house behind Will and Jordan, closing the window once hes out. I sigh mentally preparing myself for the beating I'm going to get. All of a sudden the door whirls open, and there stands my dad.

He looks drunk around the room, his eyes meeting mine. "Well. The faggot returns." I look at the ground, crossing my hands together. "HEY CINDY!" "Yes?" A sweet voice charms. "FAGGOTS BACK!" I hear running and my mom comes into view. "Oh welcome back faggot." I can tell the words burn in her throat. "WELL?!?!?! ANSWER US!" "Hi." I say quietly. I have no breath left. I feel light headed from all this. "WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT WHISPERING?!?" I feel his fist connect with my jaw. I grasp my jaw, falling onto a hill of clothes. "Not to whisper." I say a little louder. "FAGGOT!" I feel pain just surround my body as I curl into a ball. "Next time." Kick. "Don't leave." Punch. "The house." Kick. "For your faggot boyfriend." I feel my arms itch as one more punch connects somewhere. I feel spit dripping on my head. "Bye faggot." Then the doors closes.

I don't know if I started crying when I was getting beat, or I now just am. The tears and adrenaline take over my body, it beginning to shake. The pain is unbearable. My breathing is fast. Panic attack. I cry and cry, the tears not moving, but then I realize something. I lift my shaky hand and see that it has some bruises. I reach into my pocket, finding the blade. My arms itch, begging for the pain to be felt again. I lift my self up, the pain the least of my worries. I lift my sleeve up, placing the blade shakily to my wrist. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, an attempt to calm myself, but it wasn't working. Fuck it. I slide the blade across my wrist, the first time ever doing this. Every time I wanted to, I backed out, I couldn't do it and there were other people out there who were in much worse pain. But I'm doing it now, and the sensation that spread through my body is almost hypnotizing. The tears fade, its too amazing to cry anymore. I don't watch where I place the blade next, I just make sure every cut, my skin splits into two. But then I think of Issac. He has cuts too. I remember seeing them when Jordan asked him to take his shirt off because of the beating he got. I choke up, the blade falling from my hand and landing somewhere on the ground. I open my eyes, looking at the mess I created on my arm. A total of I think 10 cuts very close to each other. I bring my hands to my face and just cry.

It felt like forever when I remembered I have to go back out to the car. I pull my hands away from my face. I get up slowly, sharp pains going all across my body. I slowly walk to the bathroom, looking at my reflection. "Ugly." I whisper to myself, turning on the faucet. I put my arm under the water, hissing at the pain. Once the blood is cleaned up, I dry my arm off and pull my sleeve down. I take the water to my face, getting rid of the tear stains. I dry off my face and walk back to my room. I'm surprised my dad didn't notice all the clothes that are missing. I sigh, walking to the bed, but I see my razor. I ponder on whether or not I should take it. Just in case....... I reach down and I pick it up, placing it back into my pocket. I get up on my bed and open the window and step out, my feet finding the ground. I get out fully and close the window, crouching by the house so no one sees me. I crouch to the end of the house and get the side walk. I jog slightly, the pain is unbearable so I just walk. I get closer to the car and I see Will get out, running towards me. "Are you okay?" I search his eyes and smile slightly. He really does care. "Yeah. I'm okay." My voice is raspy from the crying. "Okay." He examines my face and he stops at my jaw. "What happened?" He asked, lightly brushing his finger against the bruise. I flinch. "He beat me. Badly." He nods, his worried face turning sympathetic. He helps me to the car and opens the back seat, Issac helping me buckle up. Will gets in and Jordan starts to drive.

Things between Issac and I are sort of awkward now. Ever since he kissed my cheek, he kind of broke away from me. We arrive at the house and all I did was stare at Issac. We all got out and grabbed my stuff. We walked in and brought it to Issacs room. We all now sat one the couches, Will and Jordan on the big couch and me on the love seat. Issac sat in the single chair. I frown a bit. It was very awkward. "Okay." Jordan says. "What happened?"

Hey guys so I'm updating because I HAVE A SNOW DAY!!!!! YAY!!!!! LOVE ME!!!!

I am so sorry for not updating in like a week, but I just needed rest. Also I want to say thank you because we are almost at 3K! <3333 Also I hate what I did to Jack D:

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