Tattooed Tears (A Jack Gilinsky Fanfiction) ❤︎

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*Danielle's POV*

Jack and I snuck down in the morning, with all our bags and all our things. We both expected Jack's dad to be passed out with his company. But they were all gone.

Don't get me wrong, that's what I wanted. I don't think anyone will ever understand how painful it was to see Jack so broken. I swear to God I can punch his dad myself, over and over again and even that won't make me feel better. Jack and his family didn't deserve anything that happened in their past. No one in the whole world deserves that. 

To see Jack cry, was so indifferent. I mean me, myself, I've never seen a guy cry before. It is a sad thing to see. I'm not saying guys can't cry, it's just so different to see one cry. It made me more than extremely angry that his dad did this to him than I already was. 

I know what it's like to be broken, and it's not a great feeling. It's a feeling no one should ever have to go through.

We left Jack's house and got into his car at 1 pm. It was a fairly quiet ride, not going to lie. I think we were both busy thinking about all the events that happened this past weekend.

I saw Jack sneak some glances at me but other than that, it was just silent, except for the sound of the rain outside. The silence can be nice sometimes, but other times it's just sad. I wanted to say anything to make Jack feel better. But I don't really know what to say. I was never to one to help other people, I usually received help from people. 

Plus, I know what it's like to just not want to talk to people. All the questions really get you mad sometimes.

"Is that your boyfriend? I thought he was your aunt's son?"

"Where did you get that bruise?"

"Why are you sad?"

"Do you need a therapist?"

The questions never stop. And people don't understand that sometimes, people don't want to answer them.

But the pity parties are the worst.

"I'm so sorry about your parents."

"You poor little girl, losing your parents at such a young age."

Therefore, since I know how terrible those things are, I won't knock it at Jack.

So we just rode home in silence.

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When we got back to the dorm building, we just sat in the car for a second, both staring at the building. I think we were both thinking the same thing, it's nice to be back home.

It's not that I didn't have an amazing time with Jack at his home, it's just nice to be back to a familiar place. With no drunk dads who don't know how to treat their families right and no moms that aren't aware of how to parent.

"Thank you, Jack." I broke the silence.

"For what?" He asked me with a confused look on his face.

"For taking me home with you. I know it was a hard weekend for you, but I really did have fun." I smiled at him as we both got out of the car.

"There's no other girl I would take." He smiled without his teeth. That's when you know that he's not normal Jack.

I smiled back at him as walked up the steps to the dorm building, and stepped inside the warm building.

"Home sweet home," Jack said and I laughed quietly.

"Yeah, home. This is our home." I sighed.

"Home is where I am with you." He nudged me and I smiled.

We walked up to the very top floor, the girl's dorms. It's only 3 pm, so most kids were still at home, probably on the way back here. I know for a fact that Phoebe and Sophia aren't here yet.

We got to my dorm and I let Jack in. He sat down on my bed, crisscrossed and stared at me. I started to unpack my things out of my bags.

"Hey?" He asked after we were silent for a minute.

"Yeah?" I asked, not looking up.

"Thanks for coming with me. I know I already said it. It's just...I really like spending time with you. You being there made things 104 times better for me." He rubbed his neck and looked down, looking uncomfortable.

"Of course, Jack," I said, meaning it.

"I'm sorry for making you witness all that. I shouldn't have made you go and see all that," he paused and then his eyes turned angry. "You didn't deserve any of what happened to you this weekend."

He began to tense up and clench his fists.

"Jack...Jack, look at me." I grabbed his fists from his hand and stared at his eyes. They weren't his normal brown eyes, but dark black, soul-less ones.

He did as I said. His eyes were still angry.

"You didn't deserve any of this. I know you're worried about my feelings, but please don't be. This is about you, Jack. I just want you to be happy. I saw everything that happened, but I'll tell you right now, I don't regret going home with you. I had such a fun time with you. I don't care about your dad, I care about you. I won't remember the fights, I will remember the fun times I had with you. Please don't ever blame yourself for his problems." I held his hands and looked into his eyes until they turned brown again.

He looked at me with his head tilted. I looked away, slowly, confused as to what he's going to say.

"Dani." He looked at me and his right side of his mouth twitched up into a small smile.

I looked at him with wondrous eyes.

"Your parents would be proud of what a great person you have become." He pulled into a big, sympathetic smile.  

Honestly, no one would understand how much that means to me. I could cry right there on the spot.

I felt my eyes well with tears. I sat on the bed and hugged him. A friendly hug. I wanted to thank him. Not for anything in specific, but for everything in particular. He's done so much for me and I don't know however to repay him for it.

"Thank you, Jack." I whispered as he held my waist closely. 

We both don't have our parents, but we have each other. And it seems that's enough.