The Endless Forever

Part 13

"Jordan." I take his wrists, observing every single slash, every single wound. Tears were streaming down his face now, dropping onto his chest and running down his body. "Why?"

He began to cry, proper stomach sobs. His eyelashes were spiked with tears and his face was scrunched up and swollen, raw.

I could only pick out a few words. "Dad...alone..spare razor..im sorry." He gulped, shaking. "I-ive let y-y-you down-n."

"Lets get these cleaned up." I opened his door and pulled him, still sobbing uncontrollably into the bathroom where I wiped his arms with a wet flannel. "Oh Jordan.." I sighed as I turned on the warm water and squeezed the blood out of the tissue. "You promised. You promised for my sake, and Quinn and Christofer and your mother's sake."

"You do it as well." He winced as I picked out some anti-bacterial gel out of the drawers, rubbing it gently onto his arms. "Ow ow ow." He moaned, making my stomach turn.

"Yeah, but I haven't relapsed." I pointed out, lifting his arm to my face and kissing his skin.

"You're so weird." He chuckled, wiping away the last of his tears. "Im sorry Alexs, I didnt mean to do it. I was just at dad's grave and he was all alone and I thought I should join him."

"You can't talk like that." I linked my fingers into his. "Do you know how lost I would be without you? Who would be here for me when Charlotte bullies me? Who would give me a place to stay when I needed it so desperately? What would Quinn think?"

I said the last part a bit louder. "Imagine growing up fatherless AND brotherless. No one to help him with girl problems."

"He'll always have Christofer." Jordan shrugged.

"Yes, but Christofer is Christofer and you are you. Sweet, amazing, strong and beautiful you. Massive difference."

I hugged him, and he hugged me back, tight.

"You're so small." He gave a lopsided smirk, kissing my forehead. "Im 5'5 and your 5'1. Same age as well."

I smiled. He was back to his old self. Finally.

"You should get some sleep." I tutted at the deep black circles under his eyes.

"You as well."

Before I could even breathe he had bent down and picked me up bridal style.

"What are you doing?" I squeaked, looking up at his face. His messy black hair had gone all fluffy, the lively blue ends hanging around his cheekbones. He really was perfect, even when he had just relapsed and broken down half naked in front of me.