(Finished) Saying Excuses jacksepticeye x reader. SEQUAL TOO DRESSED IN FEAR

Pain, Your Old Friend

JACKS P.O.V!!!!!!!!!!!! JACKS P.O.V.!!!!!!!!!!!!

You are helping Y/N with her shoe, as she slightly cringes. You know this must hurt, not because you had this yourself but as most of your friends, you have sisters. And they used to come to your room late at night, cursing their shoes and sitting on your bed talking about how irritating it can be to be a female. And you used to listen and let them borrow your shoes; therefore mother and father could never know that they had been on a date.

Although you can understand that it must be painful to walk on heels for that long, you don't get the reason why girls do it. If it hurts them, why do it? But you know the answer, for the reason you asked the same question to your sisters. You always got the same answer: "to impress the boys."

You look up and wait for her to say something, whatever it is. Even if she would tell her shoes to fuck off, you just want to hear her voice once again. Her beautiful and stunning voice that makes you suspect that you are the happiest and luckiest person in the world.

She bends down so she can unzip her other shoe but you are not letting her do that. You would only be tortured more by her cringes and moans, and you are not sure if you can handle them any longer.

'Let me help you, I'll make sure you are going to be fine,' you say softly, trying to prevent her from being stubborn again. She is such a stubborn lady, always doing what she thinks is best. Yet she has to know that you want to help her too, and that you CAN help her.

Your loved one nods as an agreement. You continue to be the prince charming helping his Cinderella with her glass heel. You have lost sight about the people around you that where staring your way only seconds ago, you now only have eye for your girlfriend, your girlfriend that needs your help.

You hear the engine of multiple cars, some closer to you than others but you don't care really. You do find it strange that one of the vehicles sounds really close. You notice a sudden heat rushing from your spine, coming closer every minute.

The car almost sounds as if he is making its way towards the two of you. But you know it is not, at least you hope so. You try to convince yourself that nothing is going to happen as randomly your love screams: 'Jack watch out!'

You should have noticed that all of Y/N's muscles where tightened, her arms suddenly touched your shoulder and her breath that stopped without any warning. You should have known something was wrong.

You look behind you, seeing the iron monster coming straight at you. You can see the shadow of a driver, tall and skinny. He is not the tallest yet certainly taller than you, you guess somewhere in between 5.9 and 5.10 feet. A part of you recognizes this person yet tries to deny the truth. You know the driver that is about to hit you, but you are defending your prime suspect.

You jump up from the floor, trying to protect Y/N whatever the cost may be. You feel the sudden adrenaline rush through your veins; you feel the urge to protect your most loved one and your nature telling you to run the hell away. But it is too late for running.

You push Y/n against the wall, your tiny body protecting hers. You just want it to be over quickly, you just want the car to hit you and you just want Y/N to be fine, to make it out this nightmare, to have not even a single scratch.

You feel Y/N resisting and trying to get out of your embrace, but she is not that strong. You have been going to the gym lately, building up some biceps. You failed horribly, at least you think, yet right now it seems that your diet and all that "going to the gym drama" was worth it.

You know that there is a change that you are not going to survive this, and you don't care if you will, as long as Y/N is going to be fine. Therefore you relax your muscles for only a second and the rolls are turned again.

Y/N pushes you against the wall, holding you tightly in her arms. You know she will now be the first victim of this car and you cry. Your spine collides with the stones, which did hurt but you don't mind. As long as you care, your spine can get lost.

Tears stream down your face as you realise what is happening to you. You are suddenly frozen by fear and cannot push Y/N away once more. You give up, and your cheeks start to transform into the Niagara waterfalls. You see that Y/N too realises that this moment might be her last and therefore she screams over the sounds of the car: 'I LOVE YOU.'

You see how the bumper of the car collides with the side of your girlfriend and she yells in agony. Her knees seem to have abandoned her and she is catapulted in the air by the sudden energy of the vehicle.

Her beautiful dress turn red in her right side and she comes crashing down on top of the car. Her body collides with the metal and you yell her name as if it would wake her up. The driver tries to get the car back in control and hits you slightly softer.

The car is certainly going to hit you, there is no way out and you know that this could be the last time you see the nightly sky. So if the following words might be your last, you are going to make them count.

'I LOVE YOU Y/N!' you yell as the driver collides with you. You scream out more in fear than in pain because your body has already ripped your consciousness apart. You close your baby blue eyes and welcome the pain as an old friend.

Your body rolls over the car until it is stopped by the front window. You crush the window and collide even so hard that the window breaks and you are covered in glass. Your leg is cut open by the devilish weapons, but you cannot do anything.

So you just lay there, with your spine on the hot engine of the car. If you would be awake you would have enjoyed the warm feeling it is giving you, helping you to survive this cold night. But because this car might be the reason you won't, your body has shut down all the feelings a human is capable to have.

Your green hair is turned red by the blood and is full of glass, just as the rest of your body is. Your smoking for some reason is in perfect state, only the bowtie has a little drip of red blood on it. It seems that something about this crash went well.

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Hey cornflakes, so I hope you enjoyed this chapter. It is in Jacks P.O.V. because i thought you wanted to know what happened to Jack and what will further happen to you;) already figured out who the driver is. Already gave you a hint last time haha.

Thank you again for reading and for the 5000 readers on my very first English book. I talk in that book moire about that milestone so thank you and I hope you enjoyed, I love you cornflakes!

Stay BOSS!!!