Jack Maynard dirty Imagine

Good Boy, Bad Roots; Part 2

When we got to my house I jumped out and opened the front door letting Sam and Jordan carry Jack in and I locked the door behind me. I ran up the stairs towards one of our spare rooms. I opened it and the boys put Jack on the bed. I thanked them and they jumped in a car that followed us here and they left. I went and got a rag and a bowl of water and brought it back up. I wiped Jack's face. His lip was bleeding.

I went to grab a water bottle when I walked back Jack was awake and moaning.

"mmm" He said in pain..

"Jack... don't move" I said quietly.

He sat up a bit.

"Jack I just said don't move" I laughed and walked towards him with the water and grabbed some ice packs on the bed side and held one on his stomach.

"Drink..." I said holding the water bottle to his lips. He gulped down like half of it.

I reached up with the other ice pack and put it on his lip.

He pushed it away

"I'm fine."

"I don't care." I said putting it back on his lip

"Weather you like it or not I will not let you walk around in pain" I said.

He smiled a little and laid down.

Soon he fell asleep and I went down stairs to cook us something to eat. Eventually I felt a pair of hands on my hips and someone started kissing on my neck.

I turned around to face... Brandon?

"Hey what are you doing here?" I asked

"Well... I heard what happened. Jack couldn't keep his family problems to himself so he dragged you into this and his step Dad hit you."

"Brandon. It was my fault. I didn't listen to Jack when he told me to go and I got myself hurt." I said.

"Yeah... Okay," He said to me

"hey please be quiet" I said.

"Why?" He looked surprised I said that

"I have.. umm.. someone sleeping upstairs" I said not wanting to mention that someone was Jack.

"He's here? Jack?" He asked me

"yeah..." I said looking back at what I was cooking

"Why?" He asked.

"He had no where to go and he is beat up pretty badly so I told him he could stay here." I said

"Okay..." Was all he said

"I'm okay because Jack took a beating for me" I said looking at him.

"How bad?" He asked. I didn't expect him to do that. Typically he would be mad that I let a 'rapist' in the house and would've try to hurt him.

" You want to see?" I asked and he nods his head. He followed me to the bed room.

"Jack..." I said opening the door. He was still out like a light so I motioned Brandon in and 'shh'ed him.

We walked to the bed side and Jack laid there all bruised and broken.

Brandon turned and walked out. What? I followed him and he went for the front door and left.

"okayy....?" I said to myself and went into the kitchen and pulled the food off of the stove.

I turned to head for the stairs and Jack was standing there.