Dreamy Jack 2 (A Jack Harries Fanfic) (Sequel to Dreamy Jack)

Disrespect

"Ugh."

I unlock the door to my apartment feeling extremely overwhelmed and tired. My head began to hurt seconds ago, as if someone were to hit a hammer repeatedly on the back.

What if I just said no? Before I knew it would happen, I would've said no. If I'd have known...

"Matt!?" I stop in my tracks, the door closing behind me. My back hit the door as I try to back away.

He was sitting on the couch, hands folded on his knees. The table had two dinner plates and in the middle were bowls full of Chinese food and tiny sweet treats. A candle lit in the middle, the flame dancing beautifully. Red and white rose petals draped on the carpet in perfect rows.

His head turns to me so fast I don't have time to say anything. "Hey, Sam." His voice sounds serious it makes me gulp nervously.

"What are you doing here?" I ask with a shaky tone.

He shrugs his shoulders, slouching. "I don't know. I was waiting for my girlfriend to come to her apartment so I could show her something nice. Surprise her with something special for our two year anniversary."

Oh. Shit.

How could I be thinking of it all day yesterday, and completely forget today? The one day I'm suppose to forever remember, and because time flew by while I was having fun, it slipped. I didn't think of this. Matt, the date, anything. I frown at the floor, feeling like a huge jerk. It was all because of Jack. It's always him.

"Five texts." He starts and I jump at his loud voice. "I sent you five texts. Asking where were you, telling you to please come, that your apartment needs you, and you didn't reply with anything! Nothing, Sam. Not even a hey I'll call you later." He gets up and begins to pace back and fourth. "You could've said you were busy and wouldn't come until really late."

It's 10:30.

He starts walking to me, and I try to open the door with my hand behind me but he quickly notices. He runs and before I can stick a hand out, his hand shut it. Me, a space between us, then him.

I gulp, trying not to make it sound loud or that I'm afraid. "Matt I'm really sorry. It's just I didn't know Claire would want to watch another movie and-"

"Sam!" He shouts. "She's the one who let me in four hours ago! How else did I get in here?" His face comes closer and I turn my head the other way.

Just avoiding his eyes, simple as that.

"I know what you were doing."

Did he really?  "Put a secret camera on me or what?" I spit.

He ignores that. "You were with Jack, weren't you?" I felt his eyes turn dark, and I wasn't looking at him.

"No." I say strongly to make him believe.

He looks to the side, and laughs quietly. "Don't." I got confused but not when he holds my wrists tight with his hands. "Lie. It's not good for the both of us."

"Ow!" I let out as I slide down the door, trying to make him stop.

"You were with him." His pressure become much more strong than before. He bends down to reach the same eye level.

I shake my head quickly. "You're hurting me... Let go." I try to say with a careful cautious voice. I could make him even more angry.

He lets go and pushes my body back. Thus resulting in my head hitting the door.

"Ow.." My voice drifts off. I look up to Matt, who helps me get up in a second.

It's pure silence. I rub the back of my head lightly, a huge headache forming. And then he speaks. "Sam." He says my name calmly. "I'm really sorry about that. I didn't mean to hurt you, trust me I-"

I slap his cheek so hard he turns the other way. His hair strands fall over his face slowly. I open the door and push him out. He begins to shout things, God only knows what he was saying. "You can't hurt me like that!" I shout. "It's not fair. None of this is fair. Never ever speak to me anymore!" I slam the door shut with all my might and lock it.

My eyes look at my wrists, his finger prints marked there. My veins were popping out, scaring me even more than I already was. So I try as normally as possible to walk to my drawer, pull out a sleeping shirt and shorts. Changing into that, my hands shake without stopping.

I'm halfway done, all I need is to change my shirt. I sit on my bed for a while before doing so. I look around the room, staring at the living room turned into a love festival. I walk to the table, gulp as I notice the candle no longer lot. The way it danced enlightened me, making me feel as if I had hope.

What hope was there anyways? For what, who? If there is something happy to come my way, I just want it to come soon. Perhaps now. I had lost hope in one of my closest friends. I don't know who's fault it is.

I take a deep breathe, and lush everything off the table. Everything clashed and crushed on top of each other, the plates throwing the glass everywhere. I soon find myself sweating out of my eyes. Then I realize, they're silent tears. My feet move toward the bed and I take off my jacket, along with my shirt. I change into a plain white oversized shirt that match the polka dot shorts.

I make my way to the kitchen when I step on something sharp. I look down, and notice it's a piece of paper. When I pick it up, I read what it says over and over in my head until I can memorize it. This is the hope. The hope I need.

I leave the paper somewhere as I run to the door, open it and rush to the elevator. My finger beings to hurt as I keep pushing the open button. "Come on, come on!"

My patience it seriously running out. That is until the doors finally open and I step in. I turn around and push 14. It doesn't take much time because I'm already walking out. 

"14 G, 14 G." I keep saying it over and over as I walk into a hallway on my right. There's E on the right. And there's F on the left. So back to the right again, and here it is. Apartment 14 G.

Should I do this? I know I need some comfort, but from him? Yes Sam. Maybe I should go home.. You'll end up crying.

Damn it.

I take a deep breathe, and knock on the door twice. As I lay my hand on the door, waiting, I examine the red finger marks. I bring it up to my face, turning it around as my veins pop out in the front. When I touch it, it hurts, and I instantly jump.

Then, the door opens. And Jack stands there with one hand in his pocket, and when he looks at me his eyes widen. Still wearing the jeans and buttoned blew denim shirt.

"Oh," he clears his throat,"Sammy."

I try to force a smile as he examines me from top to bottom. Obviously, he notices my hand and grabs it immediately. "Hey, what h-"

I shake my head softly, swallowing anxiously. He looks to the floor and lets go. "Sorry."

I stand there, feeling like he thought I didn't want that. His touch. "No." I say in the most innocent voice I can, taking his hand and intertwining his fingers with mine. I hear a quiet sound of relief. Though I can be wrong.

I look up into his eyes, his already deeply into mine. "Can I-" my voice shakes, holding back my tears. "-come in?"

There isn't a second wasted. He gently pulls me in past the door and holds me. His chin rests on my head, and I hold his hand very tight.

This time, I don't think I'm letting go.