Tattooed Tears (A Jack Gilinsky Fanfiction) ❤︎

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*Danielle's POV*

I lay on my bed, thinking. Thinking hard.

It's 1 am, and I'm all alone. Alone with my thoughts.

Tonight, Jack told me his past, everything about it.

Everyone has problems. Whether it's mental problems, physical problems, or family problems. He told me about his problems. And I didn't expect any of what came out of his mouth. I always thought he was okay, you know? Like I never suspected Jack could have gone through anything like this. Or maybe I just never thought about it. I guess this just shows that there are demons inside of everybody. Some are just better at hiding them than others.

His poor sisters. And what they went through. What he went through

I can't help but feel guilty. Guilty that he told me everything about his past and he barely knows mine.

Jack telling me everything he did, made me kind of confident to share my story. To tell him about my past. About Billy.

But not quite all the way.

I told myself I will never tell anyone. And I don't lie. I won't change my feelings about opening up just because of Jack. He told me his story, but willingly. That doesn't necessarily mean I have to share mine.

I closed my eyes. I imagined 10-year-old Jack on the stairs, crying, because of his dad. It made me angry. No one should have to go through what he went through.

Although, I really couldn't stop thinking about his mother.

She didn't leave his father because she loved him too much. She didn't want to be left.

I didn't want to be left.

I didn't leave Billy because I didn't want to lose him. I loved him.

I am Jack's mom.

I am exactly like his mom.

And it broke my heart. Because if anyone else was involved in my relationship with Billy, they would have gotten hurt. And even though no one was involved, it still hurt. Thinking about what Jack's dad did to his family. And how his mom didn't do anything to stop it.

I didn't do anything to stop Billy. Stop him from hurting me, both mentally and physically. I let him hurt me. I let him treat me like trash, and although I didn't have kids to affect, I had myself.

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*Jack's POV*

I looked at my ceiling as I relaxed my body on my bed. Nobody is here. It's quiet in here. But sometimes quiet is violent.

I cannot believe that I said what I said. I told myself that no one will ever find out about my dad. I will never tell anyone.

But I did. I told Dani. I told her about my terrible past. I don't really know why I did so, it just felt necessary. She told me about her parents, I felt like I should tell her about mine. I wanted to show her that sometimes, in some situations, having someone is better than having no one.

I want her to know that she has a person. She has me. And I want her to be my person too. I just want her to open up more to me. I want her to tell me really why she can't open up to anyone.

Of course, I wouldn't make her tell me or anything, but it's a preference that she does.

I know something happened to her. I know she had a ruined past too. I know she's hiding something. I just want her to know that I will listen. I will help her through her struggles.