Jack P.O.V.
I watched Jillian sleeping in the passenger side. She looked so comfortable. I moved a stray strand of hair away from her eyes. When we arrived at her house which she told me the directions to before we left she was still asleep. Aw. I don't wanna wake her up. But I can't take her home, if I do she will know my secret. I still have no idea how me, a creepypasta, fell in love with her, a mortal. I thought as I stared at her face as she slept. I shut off the car then got out and walked over to the passenger side.
I opened the door and gently picked Jillian up into my arms. She grabbed my shirt and held part of it balled up in her hand. I held her closer to me as I walked up the stairs to the front door. I knocked on the door to find that nobody was home. Then I noticed something glistening in Jillian's pocket. I grabbed it gently and noticed that it was the house key. She woke up just as I was about to wake her up so that I could unlock the door. "What's up?" I said as she rubbed her eyes with the hand that wasn't holding my shirt.
"Can I set you down?" I asked realizing that I would have to if I wanted to open the door. "What do you mean?" She asked not yet realizing that she was in my arms. I set her feet down on the floor then unlocked the door and pushed it open. I picked her back up because she was obviously to exhausted to walk. I entered her house then set her down on the couch. I went and closed the door before I went and sat down next to Jillian.
"Where's your bedroom?" I asked. "Upstairs, down hall." She said before falling back asleep. I once again picked her up the way a groom would hold his newly wed wife and carried her up the stair. I walked down the hall and pushed the bedroom door open with my foot. I played her down on the bed and looked around. That's when I saw it. On her wall were a bunch of posters and hand drawn pictures of me Laughing Jack.
How cute she has a crush on me, well the real me not my human form. I thought to myself as I went to sit next to Jillian on her bed. Then I heard the front door open. I quietly walked down the hall and looked down the stairs to see Jillian's father taking off his jacket and setting it on the coat rack. I walked down the stairs as nonchalantly as possible. "Who are you?" Jillian's father asked. "Hello sir. I'm Jack." I said politely. "Why the fuck are you coming down from my bay girls bedroom?!" He asked in a rude tone.
"Sir I promise nothing happened she just asked me to give her a ride home from school today and she fell asleep in my car. Then when we got here I carried her inside because I didn't want to disturb her slumber. The I asked her where her bedroom was so that I could put her in her bed and leave." I said telling the him everything that had happened from the moment we left school. Jillian's father scowled at the story.
"You fucking liar! I don't ever want to see you around he-" He began to say but he was cut off by Jillian. "Dad, what are you doing?" She asked sternly. "Why was this little bastard in your room?!" He asked angrily. "I fell asleep in his car after he kindly asked to bring me home then put me in my bed do that I would be comfortable." Jillian said angrily at what she just heard her father say. "Don't you dare start fucking lying to me." Her father said now outraged. No matter what we said he just wouldn't believe us.
"Don't ever touch, talk to, or fuck my daughter again." He said enraged. "That's not even what happened." I said defending both me and Jillian. "Stop lying to me!" He screamed. "Shut the fuck up! He isn't lying! Your just and arrogant asshole who doesn't want to listen when people tell the truth. Every time I have a friend over who is a boy you accuse us of having sex. Dad I hope you know I am a virgin so go fuck yourself." Jillian said. She let all the anger and frustration leave her body. She stomped down the stairs and came to stand next to me.
"You little bitch!" Her father screamed before grabbing the book that he had brought home off of the counter hitting her in the face. The force caused her to fall to the floor. She held her hand to her face and started to cry. "Don't ever talk to me like that again you slut." He said. "Don't ever fucking hit her again! If you do so help me god I will fucking kill you! You got that!" I screamed sitting on the floor next to Jillian cradling her in my arms. I stood up and punched Jillian's dad in the face. He fell down moaning in pain.
I helped Jillian get up and we went outside and got in my car. I drove to an old abandoned house that still had some furniture in it so I could pass it off as my house. We walked inside and I set Jillian down on the couch. "It really hurts." She said still holding her cheek. Her hand was covered in blood and when she moved it from her face I saw a large gash where the book hit her. I took off my jacket then took off my shirt and balled it up. I went to the only bathroom in the house that the water still ran to and drenched my shirt in cold water. After ringing out the excess water I walked back out into the living room shirtless and held the wet t-shirt to Jillian's face.
