jandon| jacob x brandon

part 25

brandons pov

"he told me to fuck off!" Tyler said, shovelling a cookie into his mouth.

"Brandon, you're giving me a headache, stop stressing and come sit down." I hear mark say.

I sigh and go sit next to him on the couch.

I put my head in my hands,
"What's wrong with him? What would make him leave? Was it me?"

"Don't start blaming yourself, babe." Sondre said, rubbing my back.

"Maybe he just has family issues.."
we all looked at Johnny who was also eating cookies.

I see Tyler's eyes go wide
"I think I know.."
He whispered.

"What?" I said, interrupting everyone's thoughts.

We all looked at Tyler, who is now biting his lip.

"Okay, so I was sat here and I saw Jacobs phone blow up. And I didn't wanna be rude and snoop through his phone but I looked at his texts and his dad was texting him. And calling him worthless and stuff. Then when Jacob came down, his dad rang him. Then that's it..."
Tyler quickly said, panting after his story.

Everything went silent, all we could hear was Tyler's shaky breath and the crunch of a cookie in sondres mouth.

"But still, we don't know anything.. maybe he'll come back."
Mark suggested.

I looked at everyone, and they nodded.

I stood up and walked to my bedroom.

They might be right, they might be totally wrong. I just want to check on him, but if I do he'd probably just tell me to leave him alone.

I lay on my bed, as my thoughts went crazy.

Jacobs pov

I wake up, my head pounding like crazy.

I'm on my kitchen floor, surrounded by dried up blood.

I slowly get up, my whole body throbbing with pain.

I stand up, my legs still a little wobbly.

I feel like a baby trying to walk.

My eyes scan the room, trying to remember what had happened.

I see my dads beer bottle, empty.

I hope you're dead when I get back.

I stumble into the hallway, where a big mirror was, attached to the wall.

My eyes widen

Blood, was all over my face.

I check my teeth, luckily all still in place.

I lift my shirt up and see a few purple bruises that had formed already.

Although my dad had hit me pretty hard, he didn't hit me enough.
fucking idiot. (a/n marvin!)

I walk up to my bathroom, removing all my clothes.

I didn't even look at the rest of my body, I just got straight in the shower.

I looked down and see the water, not clear, just red.

I stayed in until the water was normal again.

I dried myself and looked at my face,
I had a black eye
I busted lip
A purple jaw

My nose felt a little stiff so I scrunched it up a few times in an attempt to make it relax.

I put on a shirt, a black Adidas sweatshirt, and some black shorts.

I slipped on some black 95s, tied the laces and began packing my back pack with more clothes, money,  and some other stuff.

I began to run out the door when I stopped,

I turned my head and began to walk into the kitchen, which looked like a crime scene.

I sighed , and put my back pack down.

I walked to the sink and wet a cloth, then I got on my hands and knees and cleared up most of the blood.

I hear my stomach growl, I walk to the fridge.
Great. Beers.

I grabbed about 3 beers , and then I see some vodka.

Don't mind if I do.

I added them into my bag, and in the corner of my eye I see a box on the kitchens island.

The box is a pack of cigarettes, I should've known.
Next to them was a lighter.

I bit my lip, and shoved them in my pocket.

Wait, where's my phone?

I run back upstairs and see my phone, in a pile on my bloody clothes.

Thank god.

I walked downstairs, put on my bag.

And without hesitation I walked out of the house, not my house.. the house.

I smiled, which hurt a little because of my fucked up face but I don't care.

Goodbye forever dad, it's a shame you couldn't see me dead.

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couldn't leave you hanging, guys.

also would be much appreciated if you checked out my other book.
Xx