No Strings Attached ; j.g

t h i r t y - e i g h t

"Alexis," Jack's voice called. I could barely hear him over my loud sobs. "Open the door, please! I want to make sure you're okay." I looked up at the door handle, all blurry with watered eyes. "Baby, please. Did he hurt you?"

I reached up and opened the door. I slid out of the way and covered my bare skin. I hid my face in my knees and felt his warm skin against mine.

"Alexis, baby," he whispered. "Are you okay?" He lifted my chin and wiped my wet cheeks. I looked away and buried my face into my arms and knees. "Let me get you a blanket." He quickly got up and came back with a blanket. "C'mere," he wrapped me up and helped me stand. We walked to my room. I sat in the corner of my bed, against the wall, with my knees up to my chin and my face in the blankets. "What the hell happened? I mean I saw, but-" he heard my sobs. "Do you wanna get dressed?" He grabbed me clean clothes and sat them next to me. I stared the clothes and then looked at him. He furrowed his brows, confused. "Do you want me to leave?" he asks pointing to the door and I nod.

He leaves and I quickly put on clothes. After a few minutes, he knocks and I open the door. I shuffled over to my bed and stared at it. Tears filled my eyes and I ripped the blankets and sheets off as tears fell. I felt Jack's arms come around me and he pulled me into his chest.

"Baby," he rubbed the back of my head and my back. "Just calm down, talk to me," I looked up at him with tear filled eyes and saw his eyes were teary too. I slightly opened my mouth and shook my head. I didn't want him crying. Not because of me, no! Not ever! No, no, no! What was wrong with me? I hurt everyone!

That's why you should just keep your filthy mouth shut.

I quickly wiped his face and shook my head again. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he hugged me tightly. I pulled away and stared at his face. He was too good for me.

"Alexis-" he choked out. "Please talk to me, I know he hurt you. I know what he did. I beat his ass, and believe me, I wanna kill him," he stares me in the eyes. "Just let me know you're okay," he whispered and put his forehead against mine.

I'd lost the ability and willpower to talk. I didn't want to, I didn't deserve to.

"Did that little fucker have on a condom?" he asked out of nowhere. I felt my eyes widen and I shook my head. My eyes watered again and I sobbed into my hands. What if he got my pregnant. I didn't want to carry his child. Jack pulled my into his arms. "Shh, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Baby, c'mon. Talk to me, I need you to be okay, I have to know." A tear slid down his face. "It hurts to see you like this-" he swallowed hard. "I don't want you to be so sad, you used to be so happy, and ever since I came into your life, you've been so sad."

What was he trying to say? I didn't want him to leave me. I needed him more than anything.

"Should I- should I go?" he asked sadly. "I don't want you to be sad. I need you to be happy." I stared at him sadly and patted his pockets, looking for his phone. I pulled it out and opened the notes.

No! Stay please.

((A/N: centered bold will be what she types in the notes.))

"Why won't you talk?" he asks concerned.

You don't deserve to talk. Or even have friends and family. Anyone!

"What has he done to you?" he asks sadly as he cups my cheek and tugs on my lip with his thumb. "You have a cut, on your bottom lip."

He hit me.

He read what I had types and clenched his jaw. "If I ever see him again, I'll kill him." He stares at me for a moment longer. "Why won't you talk? Did he say something, to not make you speak?" I looked away and wiped my eyes. He pulled me back to meet his gaze again. "You have to tell me so I can help." I pulled away and shook my head. I didn't deserve to talk.