All Time Low-Jack

“Jack, for the last time, get out of my fucking room!” Flyzik snapped.

Peering through the darkness, which was harshly broken by a single ray of early morning sunlight, all he could make out were a pair of huge brown eyes and the faint outline of a bottle of vodka, half empty. 

“Flyzik, please!” Jack sobbed. “I can’t fucking handle it, please!”

“Jack, it’s four am! Do you know how much shit I have to take care of in the morning! I’m not doing this anymore!”

“Flyzik!”

By this point Jack was half-screaming in hysteria.

“Jack, shut up! I swear to Christ, if you wake any of the others up, I’m actually going to kick you out of the band!” Flyzik whispered harshly.

Jack collapsed on Flyzik’s bedroom floor, sobbing and cradling the bottle. Flyzik sighed heavily and threw himself down from his half-sitting position, grabbing chunks of his hair in frustration. 

“Jack…” Flyzik sighed, leaning forward again. “Look, that was harsh; I didn’t mean it. But seriously. Just go to sleep. We can deal with this in the morning.”

“It’ll- be- too- late- in- the- morning.” Jack cried. 

“Jack, just go to bed!” Flyzik yelled, pinching his nose in frustration. 

“I’m- in- physical- pain! Why do you- have to be- such a dick- about it!” Jack screamed.

“A dick? A dick?! Are you fucking serious right now, Barakat?! Maybe I’m just tired of having to wake up every fucking morning at four am to ferry you to the fucking lake and back, just so you can cry like a little bitch about the most irrelevant shit in the world! “Oooh, Alex made a joke about me looking fat in my jeans, better go wake Flyzik and cry about it!” You think you have problems?! Try living in a third world fucking country!” 

Flyzik was towering over Jack now, having leapt up in the middle of his rant, and was breathing heavily and glaring down at the crumpled mess in front of him, who had started so sob even harder at his harsh words. He felt the guilt right away, but chose to ignore it, instead letting his anger overtake him. 

“You wanna solve your stupid fucking problems?! Stop drinking so fucking much!”

At this, Flyzik forcefully snatched the bottle from Jack’s grip and threw it as hard as he could at the wall behind Jack, who shrieked, curling up into a fetal position and covering his head with his hands. 

“Now! Get! OUT!” he bellowed. 

When Jack made no effort to move, Flyzik yanked him up by the back of his collar and dragged him out of the room, kicking and screaming. 

“Flyzik what the hell are you doing?!”

A bleary eyed Rian was stood at the door of his room, staring at him in shock. But Flyzik ignored him, hauling Jack to the door, throwing it open and tossing Jack out as hard as he could. 

“Come back when you sort yourself out!” Flyzik yelled, and slammed the door as hard as he could. 

“What the fuck is going on?” 

Alex had joined Rian at the door.

“Flyzik just threw Jack out of the door! Literally!” Rian exclaimed, his voice laced with shock.

“What?!”

“Don’t fucking look at me like that! You try having him wake you up every night because he’s a fucking mental case!” Flyzik snapped.