jandon| jacob x brandon

part 24

Jacobs pov

After drying and combing Brandon's hair I ran back downstairs, realising my phone was still there.

I flopped myself on the couch and checked my phone..
Ah.

I see Tyler look at me, through the corner of me eyes.

I look at him, "yes?"

"Oh, nothing.. I just .. wondered what you and Brendon were getting up to." He smirked.

I smirked back before rolling my eyes and laughing.

Suddenly my laugh was interrupted, by the sound of my phone ringing.

"Dad" it said.

I coughed and walked out the room, and answering it.

"H-hello.." I whispered.

"finally you've picked up." He said, emotionless..

"I'm sorry."

"Get your- fucking - self back home now, before I come and get you .. and that won't be very pretty."

"but.." my words were cut off when I heard the beep beep beep.
Fuckkk..

I quickly ran upstairs and started packing my things.

I felt some hands on my shoulders..

"Baby, what you doing?" Brandon asked

"I- I have to go." I replied, still packing.

"Why? Now?"

"Because I have to , and yes now. Hence why I'm packing." I said, not even looking at him.

"Just slow down.." he calmly said, grabbing my arm.

I get a flashback, on when my dad used to grab me.. tightly.

"Get the fuck off me!" I snapped, roughly shoving him.

"What is up with you?" He cried.

"You. Just leave me alone for once." I shouted, pushing past him.

I ran downstairs, tears forming in my eyes.

"Jacob where are you go-"
"Fuck off" I scream, cutting Tyler off.

I run out the door, down the driveway and away from the house.

Sooner or later I find myself in front of my own house.

I lean over, panting from how fast I ran.

I wipe away the tears that had been running down my cheeks.

I slowly inhale then exhale , before entering the jaws of hell.

There he is, the man himself.

My dad, with a bottle of beer in his left hand and a cigarette in his mouth ..
leaning against the kitchen counter.

"hi son." he smiled, his voice raspy.

"Um, hi." I replied. Putting my back pack down.

"have a fun time, wherever you've been.." he put his bottle of beer down and started to walk towards me.

I back up a little.

"Not talking?" He chuckled, and shoved me against the wall.

My head bounced back off it, stars appearing.

"Whilst you've been gone I've been able to get a few women in here, trust me they were better than your mother."
he smiled, taking a large drag out of his cig.. then blowing it into my face.

I bit my lip, and formed my hands into fists.

"Getting tough now are we? Go on. Hit me.." he leaned in and pointed to his face.

I could feel my heartbeat getting faster and faster,

I have to do this..

I did as he said, and hit him right in the nose.

He stumbled back..

He looked at me wide eyed, because he didn't expect me to do it.
I soon see blood start to drip out of his nose, which made me quite impressed with myself..

He chuckled walking back up to me, "my turn."

My eyes suddenly go wide, within a split second his fist is in contact with my face.

Knocking me onto the floor, before I had time to react I was dragged up by my collar.

I tried to kick him off me, but that just made him boil.

His fist hit me numerous times, punch after punch after punch.

Each making me weaker, my sight was going blurry and I couldn't focus.

I then felt my face hit the cold floor, that was covered in blood.

Am I bleeding?

I slowly began to get up, maybe I could get out.

Of course I couldn't..

I soon feel a pain in my stomach, my rib, my leg, my chest then I realised what's happening.

My dads chunky boots were a threat to my fragile body,

Everything was happening in slow motion.

I see the boot travelling towards my face, fuck.

I heard the crunch of my bones, as his boot made contact with my bloody face.

I then felt his hands, once again dragging me up.

My feet didn't touch the floor, I was against the wall with my dads filthy hands wrapped around my neck like a snake..

Tightening by the second.

I tried to focus on his face ,

He looked nothing like he was before..

Before my mum left I mean.
He was clean, never to be seen with a stubble.. and kind.

Here he is, covered in dirt, my blood, mixed with a hint of his, a rough uneven stubble.. and no he isn't kind.

I feel my eyes start to roll back into my head, until I heard a familiar tune.

My dads phone was ringing.

He let go off me, I collapsed to the floor and watch him walk away.

"Hello?!" He shouted

"You need me now?"

"Yes I want the money. Fine. I'll come now."

He throws his phone to the floor and walks toward the sink.

Washing his hands, and his face.

Then he puts a coat on top of his blood splattered shirt.

He walks towards the door,

"Hopefully you're dead by the time I get back." He said, before slamming the door.

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Ima stop here,
And yes I updated but I probably disappointed you with this fucking horrible chapter.

Tbh I felt sick writing it, but I mean.. I did it for the dilemma.

This isn't a fairy tale Yano Xx