The lost child

Blood

Jack's POV~

Mark asked to speak to me but they said that I could only speak to him through glass and he is in his prison wear. When he sits down he looks at me with a calm expression, I pick up the phone to talk to him.

"Mark, what's going on?"

"Me and Bob decided that we should bring in Vicki to clarify what's going on. We also think you and the kids should come forth as witnesses sense you saw what happened between me and Justin."

I nod and look down.

"Hey, It's going to be okay. Once we clear what's going on I'll be home and with you."

"Okay." I say still looking down.

"Jack just promise me you won't do anything stupid."

I knew exactly what he meant. Sure it's been 17 years sense I last did it but I am still very capable of it.

"Alright." I have tears in my eyes and look up wiping the tears that I'm trying to choke down.

"It's going to be alright. Don't worry."

Then the officer comes up and takes the phone from Mark.

"Alright you two, quality times up."

I hang up the phone and walk out of the room. I roll my eyes and walk back to the car. When I sit in the car the tears start flooding out. I rest my head in my arms in the wheel. I cry for what seems like hours until there's a knock on my window. I look up to see Bob standing there with concern on his face. I roll down the window and look down ready for his judgment.

"Are you going to be alright Jack?"

My head snaps up in surprise and I can see my refection in his glasses. My hair's a mess, my eyes are red, and my eyes are slightly puffy from crying.

"Yeah, why do you ask?" I say wiping the tears from my face.

"You've been crying for some time now and Mark told me about 'the incident' and wanted me to check up on you before we go get Vicki to clear his name."

"I'll be fine. Let's go."

We head back to the house and explain what's going on. Vicki agrees that it was a good idea to have the witnesses show up to the hearing the next day. The kids head to bed and Bob heads back to the station to work out the time of the hearing. I head into the bathroom and splash water on my face to get rid of the thought in the back of my mind about Mark not getting let go to come home. After I dry my face I look in the mirror and see Anti leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. The sight of him made me jump and turn around.

"Oh, Jack, it's good to see ya too."

"What do ya want?"

"Oh, please. Do you really think I'm hear to hurt you or Mar-Oh wait he's in jail isn't he? Accused of assault and abuse was it? He's never getting out now."

"Shut up ya arse! His name will get cleared and you know that for a fact!"

"Do I? Come on Jack you know I'm telling the truth, you were thinking it when I got here! You can't possibly tell me that you weren't going to cut yourself like the last time you were away from Mark for more the an hour."

"I promised him I wouldn't."

"Can you really be expected to keep that promise? You know you want to, don't stop yourself this time. And make them deep." He says as he vanishes from the room.

He was right. I went to the counter and got out the razer. I took off the blade and held it. Tears starting to come down my face as I start to cut my wrist over and over.(picture above) When I was done I cleaned up the blood and put my black sleeve down still crying.