The Lost Boy

Day 3 (Part 2)

(A/N: Technically day five but the third day he has been awake.)

~Jack POV~

 I get to the kitchen and see my dad on his laptop at the table. "Why do you treat him like he's your child, you used to bully him" He says. "I don't treat him like my child, I treat him like a human, and I didn't want to be jerk to him anymore." I say while filling up a bowl of ice. I've got to admit, sometimes he reminds me of a child. "A child is a human. Isn't it?" He says while he types furiously on the computer.

I sigh. "Toché, but I feel bad. I can't just let him rot in that room all day." I say while making a sandwich for Blaze. "You shouldn't feel bad for him, and if you couldn't tell by now, James made your child" I roll my eyes at that "Find the suitcase on purpose. That's why he's such a disgrace to the family." My dad says.

I stop what I'm doing. I did I hear that right? "James what?" I say. "Lead it to him on purpose." My dad says. I did. Why would he do that? "He wanted Blaze to die purposely?" I ask. "I don't know, ask him your self." My dad says.

"Fine, I'll do it here." I say. "Jack, Not her-" He says but I cut him off. "James!! Get your butt out here right now!" I say.

"What?" James says sounding a little pissed off as he appears next to me. "Why?" I say. "What do you mean, why?" He says. I give out a pissed off sigh. "Blaze." I say. "Ohhhhhhh yeah, him. What about him?" He says acting cluless.

"Why did you lead him to the suitcase on purpose?" I say sounding pissed off. Well I am pissed off at him. He smiles. "Well I noticed how much you hated him, so why not make him die, But apparently he's not dead and you care for him now. But whatever, it gives me more time to mess with him. He's way to innocent for this. I find it funny." James says.

"Hey, this is not my fault!" I say. "Yes it is." He says. "No it's yours." I say. "No, It's both of yours. You hated him and I gave him a chance to stop." He says. "Can you at least leave him alone, like you said, he's innocent, he doesn't deserve this. And dad" I say and he turns to me. "Don't cut him or hurt him." I say.

"In what place are you to tell me what to do. He's living under my roof. If I want to hurt him. I can." He says. "Do you realize how sick you sound?" I say. "Do you realize how sick you were. Your the one the one that made him cut himse-" James cuts in and says but I cut him off and say. "Shut it, James." I don't want this guilt right now.

"You what?" My dad says. "Nothing." I say. "He made Blaze cut himself!" James yells out. omg, fucking tatel tell. "really?" My dad says. I don't think he expected me be able to do that. And how does James know. "Yes! All over this belly!" James yells. "Shut up!" I say.

"I'm leaving now, bye!" James says and disappears. "Dang, I knew you messed with him, but enough to make him cut himself? your messed up." My dad says. I don't want this guilt! "Says the one that slit his arm open." I say. "Says the one that kidnapped him." He says back. Guilt train. "You know what!? I'm just going to go back up to his room and help his arms. ok." I say.

"Arms?" He says. "Yes, you slit one open and the other is brusisd and swollen." I say and quickly finish the sandwich, grab a water bottle, and the ice. I rush to his room. What a nice family talk, I think sarcastically. I Ilook at the door which sticks out like a sore thumb to this house. Its that only door that's dark wood and has a lock on the outside side. I knock on the door. No response. So I open the door.

When I do I see James on top of Blaze whispering something into his ear. The way James is on Blaze is were he's pinning Blaze on the bed. I quickly put the stuff down and get James off of Blaze. When I do it reveals Blaze crying.