Why? (Completed)

Chapter 19

Jacks hands were on my shoulders, letting his weight rest on them. Yet it wasn't too heavy.

"Cmon Y/N, let's head upstairs." Jack let's go of my shoulders and offers his hand.

I accept his offer and we started walking up the stairs. Jack was watching my every step, and making sure I don't accidentally trip or fall. I am hurt in the inside about what happened, but I am not actually injured on the outside. That I can't walk or something. But, I think it's cute how Jack protects me even though I am no need for it.

Tears still fill my eyes and some drop. Some I hold back. My face was still red and my nose was all runny and puffy. I sniffle some, thinking about my parents and saying my last words to them. And those last words wasn't wise of me.

Once when we got upstairs fully, Jack slowly walked toward his room. And sets me down on his bed. He leaves me alone for him to close the door. He does it quietly as you could hear a soft *click* when he closes the door. He then sits next to me right after he does so..

Silence.

Silence..

More silence.

..

More-

"So," Jack started, finally breaking the silence free. "Do you want to talk about it? Or do you think it would cause more problems?"

I look up at him to meet his blue eyes. We make small eye contact and neither of us break it apart.
"Y-yea, sure." I nod. He nods also and smiles weakly.
He crosses his legs and scoots himself sideways to face me. I believe he scooted closer while in that process...

I tell him everything. About how my parents were so kind, and how they'd sometimes fall into a few fights that were pointless. How my dad quit his job to look over my little sister, Emily. (if you actually have a baby sister that's around 6, then replace the name to ur sisters name.) Sean didn't know that I had a baby sister so I told all about her. How she was a brat sometimes, gets away with anything with our parents, all that sister stuff. But she can also be the most adorable that you'd scream inside.
After telling almost my whole life story, Jack started talking. About his life. How he has siblings too. And he was the younger one. He says that he wasn't able to get away with stuff like my sister does. And actually the older siblings got to do more things than he could, like go in the front seat of the car and things like that, so he was kind of jealous.

I giggle at that part and so does Jack. I heard a faint knock on the door and we both turn our heads to it. Jack opened the bedroom door and, no surprise, it was Mark with a cup full of steaming tea. He must of just finished making it.

"I got you some tea, I don't know if you will like this kind. So, you can throw it away if you don't like it." He hands me the warm cup of tea.

"Or you can give it to me." Mark adds, I chuckle while taking a sip out of the tea. I can feel both of their eyes on me, wondering if I'll like the tea.

I drink

Drink

Drink

Swallow

I looked at them both and first met with Dark Oak wood eyes. I smile and he smiles back.

"...well?" Mark asks, impatient.

"I love it." I simply say.
Mark sighs of relief (because he doesn't want the same process again with a different tea) and I drink more.

My tears were drying up now, there were clear, wet stains on my red cheeks that would soon dry if I don't wipe them off now. I didn't feel that hurt anymore, maybe resting and not thinking about it will be better for me. I mean, I'll obviously think about it once in awhile and maybe tear up from it, but I need to live on..