Burning Desire (Jack Gilinsky)

Chapter 2

~Belle’s POV~

 “Jack! Open the door!” I banged 3 times as hard as I could.

“Jack, c’mon I’m in trouble! Where are you?! Open the door!” I was crying so hard at this point that my vision started to blur. If my dad woke up and found out I left the house, he’d probably beat me until I pass out. “Jack, please open the door!”

His car is usually parked in the garage so I assumed he’d be here. I guess not. Still bawling my eyes out, I turned around so my back was against his front door and slid down burying my head in my knees. Where the hell is Jack?

 ~Jack’s POV~

 I’m finally on my way home from the long ass day at work today. I shouldn’t have even been there but another employee called in sick so I had to cover his shift. 

As I finally turned into my driveway, my headlights flashed over the porch and I thought I saw someone. I got out of my car and started walking towards the front door. “Belle? What are you doi-” her head shot up immediately after she heard my voice and I saw her eye makeup smeared all over her face along with some blood.

 “Oh my God. What the hell happened?”  

“Jack!” we were both crouched down on the porch and she leaped over wrapping her arms around my neck as tightly as she could. She was crying so hard. I needed to know what happened. I picked her up bridal style and walked her inside and up to my room.

She unwrapped her arms from my neck as I set her down on my bed. “Belle, what happened? Why is there so much blood on your face?”

 ~Belle’s POV~

 Going to Jack was the only way I would be safe but it was also a bad idea. He knew that I used to get beaten but I told him that my dad stopped about a year ago. He didn’t actually stop but the beatings just weren’t as harsh so it was easier to hide all of the bruises and cuts. I figured Jack didn’t need to worry about it anymore. He was my best friend and he was always so upset and stressed out that I had to go to a home where this stuff happened almost every night.

However, this time I was really scared. I don’t think my dad has ever been as drunk as he was tonight and before he started throwing bottles around, he hit me a couple of times harder than usual. My face was probably still red from him slapping me and if I wasn’t wearing my long-sleeved jacket, Jack would see all the bruises on my arms from tonight.

I didn’t want to tell him. I really, really didn’t want to tell him. But I had to. The worried look in his big brown eyes brought me back to reality and I finally spoke up, “It was my dad.”

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