Not Like The Movies At All

Jack and Alex's relationship didn't start this way. They were perfectly happy. But that was 4 years ago, times, attitudes and feelings have changed. Although Alex's feelings stayed the same.

Alex sometimes questions himself if he ever did something wrong in the past that made Jack hate him so much. No, hate is such a strong word for their relationship. Jack loved him with all his heart. But, Alex thought, why would you hurt something or someone you love the most? Alex saw it with Cass and Rian, they've been together for 6 six years but Rian has never laid a hand on her.

Alex sometimes thinks he deserved it. All the pain, the cuts, the bruises and the blood. He's been a shitty and lazy boyfriend, not taking care of Jack more. He's been constantly forgetting to cook dinner for Jack when he comes home.

And that's the reason why Alex is in the bathroom floor right now, crying and bawling in there. A freshly made cut on his cheek bones and he's pretty sure he had some broken bones and ribs.

Did he really deserve these? He looks over the mirror, eying the reflection showing before him. It's stupid that for how many years he's been suffering through this with Jack, he isn't used to it. He could've been numb. Hell, he could've been dead.

But he can't leave Jack to fend for himself, Jack's too fragile and emotional. And he loves Jack more than anything. He's all he has. He's like Alex's air, he can't live without it.

Alex was suddenly put out of his trance when a fist suddenly connected to the door of the bathroom. He remembered just why he was in here. Hiding. Cowering. He feared for his life tonight.

"Get the fuck outta here, Alex! I swear to God if I wreck this fucking door, I will personally choke you to death!" The man behind the door yelled. Alex just hopes their neighbors would be all too kind to call the police, or even have a heart to come up here and stop Jack.

He can't even remember how this started.

"Alex, babe, I'm home." Jack said enthusiastically. Happy to be home with the man he loved. He was actually planning on proposing the next day. He knows Alex would say yes, he's just certain will. He hears a giggle upstairs, thinking Alex was just playing with him.

"I'm coming to get you Lexy" He whispers, assuming he'd be getting laid tonight.

"Oh c'mon, Matt. You know I'm kidding, I love you too much for that....... No, he's at work....... I've already packed, we'll be leaving soon....... I know...... We'll be together finally....... Okay.... I love Jack, Matt..... But I'm just scared....... For my life..... I'm scared he'd go too far and kill me......... I can't do that to him!............. I know it's wrong...... But I'll be leaving with you soon tomorrow so I guess I'll let it pass, y'know......."

Jack made a coughing noise, signalling Alex that he was already home, raging with fury as the thought of love of his life leaving him.

"Oh shit..." Jack heard Alex mutter. Looking down on the ground as if it's the most interesting in the world.

"You're leaving me?"

"N-no... I was..I, no, of course not, baby. You know I-i love you." Alex said, walking towards Jack hoping to get this all over with before he leaves tomorrow.

As he reached Jack's place, Alex stumbled a little when a hand connected with his face with much more force.

A tear stained Jack stood there in awe and shock, he knows what he did to Alex was wrong for the past three years.

Out of anger, he grabbed Alex's forearm vigorously, dragging him downstairs. All was black and blank in Jack's eyes from then. And Alex's chances of being alive was slipping from two digits to one.