Wrapped Around Your Finger [COMPLETED]

Sometimes Quiet Is Violent

Jake's POV

I'm back bitches. Life's going very well, thanks for asking. Unfortunately, I didn't get the part I wanted, but I got another part in an animated movie called Big Hero 6, Technician Number 2. I'm living with Willow, and her puppy Max. He's the fluffiest thing I've ever seen, and he's really chill.

I walk into the house and find Wren, Luke, Calum, Ashton, and Will are all seated in the living room having a chat until they see me walk in.

"I told you he'd be home soon. Sit down Jake. Tell us about your day!" Will says in a really cheery voice. That's not really normal, but I suppose she's having a really good day.

"Well, I went for coffee at breakfast, and then bought some random things that I thought I'd need, and then I went home." I say.

They all laugh and continue talking about random things. The atmosphere becomes awkward and I start to head for my room. Before I leave, Willow grabs my arm pulling me back down onto the couch.

"Jake, before you came home, Wren told me you had a panic attack on the day I left. What happened?" She says quietly, thinking back on the day Michael crushed her heart.

"Well, uh, you see," I try to make something up instead of telling them the truth, "it's story time."

Flashback
*Back in Manchester*
*7 months earlier*
I was walking to Tyler's house (with Tyler of course). Tyler was my boyfriend at the time and we were really happy. We hung out a lot, went on dates here and there, I'd say it was a pretty healthy relationship.

We were studying for a test coming up and then it gets really cheesy. We kept laughing and then we ended up kissing and then his dad found out and started to beat the fuck out of him and yelling.

I froze. I couldn't move. Eventually, I started screaming.

"Stop it! You're going to kill him! Stop!"

Then his dad looked at me with a raging fire in his eyes,

"Get out of my house, now." He said in a rough, but also somehow toneless voice.

I gathered my things and left. I gave Ty one last look before leaving

I didn't go anywhere near Tyler because I was afraid of breaking down on front of everyone. I felt awful. I missed him for days on end. Sometimes I'd be angry, other times I'd be sad, and on the special occasion, I'd not feel anything. Everything was grey.

About two or three months later, there was a new boy at the school. I started talking to him and we instantly became friends. We'd eat lunch together, hung out in the library on the days in advance of a test, or go to the park when we were stressing out.

You could definitely say that I grew feelings for him. I did a really good job of hiding it for a while. Being with him made the butterflies show up.

Another few months past and we grew closer and closer, and my feelings grew stronger and stronger. Soon, it became weird if we didn't hang out with each other. Then the day came. The day I'd tell him I liked him. A lot.

I got on the bus, and sat in the back like I usually do, put my headphones in, and played my music to drown out the whiny brats that are the children. Three stops left. The butterflies start.

Two stops. The butterflies grow stronger.

One stop left. I feel sick. My hands start to shake. Maybe this isn't a good idea.

The bus comes to a halt. I stand up slowly, and follow the other high school kids, eventually getting off.

Walking to the usual spot, I see him waiting there. He looks up at me with his piercing grey eyes. He smiles, and I couldn't help but smile back. That smile quickly fades remembering what I have to tell him. I turned my music off and took out my headphones.

"Alex, there's something I have to tell you."

"What is is man? You can tell me." He says still smiling.

"Well, I, uh, I'm gay, and I kinda like you. A lot."

His smile fades. His eyes grow dark and I start to shake more.

"Wh-what? You're going to hell. That's not how you were made! Get the hell away from me. Don't talk to me again. Don't come near me again. Leave!" He says roughly.

Weeks pass. I'd fallen silent. I'd talk to no one would bother to try and get me to speak. I'd get called names because Alex told. School was hell.

I got off the bus another two weeks later. I'd do the new usual, walk past the people who called me names, walk past the stares, and past Alex, and get to the library where it was quiet and sit in the corner reading most of the day. Except, Alex wasn't there today.

Walking past a get of lockers, suddenly, I couldn't breathe for a minute.

"Still like me? I bet you do. I bet you like every single dude here."

I say nothing.

"Come on! Say something!"

Still nothing. Then, I felt a stinging on my face. He'd punched me. He threw a couple more, and then found I wasn't going to fight back, so he let go.

I continued my way to the library, making it safely the rest of the way. I picked a book and sat away from the others in there.

The day passed quicker than I expected it to. I returned the book to its spot and left. Getting on the bus and heading home, some little shit of a child ripped my headphones out of my ears and put them in his own, trying to listen to the music. I turned it up all the way, and he jumped. I laughed and he gave me a stare that could've killed me.

Time passes and I get home to see my mum was home. I walk in, and go straight to my room. I sat and read something from my shelf. Something that I'd probably read before.

Suddenly, my door swings open revealing my mum with anger basically radiating off of her.

"You've got failing grades! This isn't how I raised you! You're grounded! Study like hell for the next couple of weeks because you're not going anywhere until those grades are at a solid 'A'!" She yelled. Soon, she yelled more and more, getting louder and louder.

"Stop yelling at me! You know why I have failing grades? Because I don't give a shit anymore! My best friend hates my guts, my boyfriend and I won't go anywhere near each other, and I just simply don't care! You yelling at me isn't making it better! Go out and drink or something with dad." I say, probably a bit too harsh.

*another month later* *Jake's graduation day*

I finally did it. I'm out of here.

End of Flashback

"After I graduated, I lived with my aunt for a while. Then, I had an audition for a movie here and here we are."

"Wow. I can't belive that happened." Willow says.

A/N

Well, HAPPY NEW YEAR! I know, shitty ending. Not really how I wanted to start the year off, but hey, I'll take it. Thanks for reading. Vote, comment, you know, the stuff all the other authors want you to do. Here's to a new year of this story, new beginnings, new characters, and new music. Thanks for reading.

-The_Prophet_Chuck❤