Jack Maynard dirty Imagine

Good Boy, Bad Roots; Part 3

       I wake up to the front door opening. Is it Brandon?? He is the only one with a key. Unless we're being robbed. I roll over to face Jack.

"Hey. Get up" I say. He opens his eyes

"Why not ju-" I cut him off

"I think someones in the house" I said anxiously pushing him off of me.

I head for the door, but i'm pulled back.

"stay in here where your safe i'll go look." He says

"No. I have to go because it might be Brandon." I said pulling my arm from his grasp.

I headed for the door. When I got to the hall I looked back to make sure Jack wasn't following me. I headed for the stairs. I stopped when I heard foot steps.

"y/n?" a familiar voice said. It was Brandon.

"Geeze Brandon. You scared the crap out of me!" I said turning the corner to face him.

He didn't look happy.

"Why weren't you in your room?" he asked with an angry look.

"I couldn't sleep so I went to see Jack and he couldn't either so we talked and we accidentally fell asleep together." I said, I can't believe I just lied to him. It wasn't a complete lie, but still.

"Did he do anything to you?" He asked looking even more angry than before.

"No. It was just us talking, I promise" I said not mentioning the part where he held me in his arms all night.

"He better be dead or I'm going to kill him" He said heading for the stairs.

"NO! STOP!" I yelled following him.

"He better of not touched you" He said facing me again.

"He didn't, he couldn't have" I said

"Why couldn't he have?" He looked at me. Time to guilt trip him.

"he is in to much pain" I said with a saddened look.

"Where is he now?" He asked

I headed towards the door

"In here." I opened the door to see Jack laying on the bed. He looked up and my eyes met his. I mouthed 'look hurt' to him and he laid his head back down.

"Please, don't hurt him" I said turning to face Brandon.

"Damn..." Was all he said.

I turned to Jack and went to the bedside beside him. I reached over and grabbed the water.

"Are you thirsty?" I asked him.

Jack opened his eyes.

"yeah" He said in a pained voice. He's a really good actor.

I helped him lean up and I slowly gave him water. He drank slowly. I then heard foot steps behind me and looked at Jack whose eyes were widening.

I turned around to see that Brandon wasn't there. I put the water down and ran for the door but I heard the front door slam shut. I ran to the window and saw Brandon aggressively walking to his car. He got in and punched his steering wheel then he turned it on and pulled out of the drive way. He was gone and out of sight in a couple of seconds. I felt a pair of hands on my hips. Jack.

"You okay?" He asked

"Yeah. He didn't try anything so that's good" I said turning to face him.

"Good." He said I pushed him back on the bed

"Yeah... stay here." I said and left the room. I walked down the hall to the closet. I opened it and grabbed wraps and different meds. to clean his wounds. I turned and walked back to the room and Jack was still sitting there. I walked over to him and put the stuff on the bed beside him.