~The Têachers Pēt~bõyxbõy

The Têachers Pēt~Don't Cry~8

Jay's POV

School life has been stressful and without meaning ever since my baby's been gone. Yes I call Alex my baby because he is! Even if he doesn't know yet.
Even day is like torture without him. I think of him non stop. So much that it has become an obsession.
Around school I move monotonous. Doing what must be done; saying what must be said. The only difference is that am here, but am not really here.
I haven't seen him for over a month ever since that incident outside of school. I really don't understand what happened. Why would he say something like that? Why would he believe that he's not worth living? Why would he want to die? Is he trying to kill himself? Is he hurting himself?
These are the questions I ask on a daily basis. And even though I ask them, they've never been answered and it just leave me more disgruntled than I was before.
Today was going to be just another long and dull day. Nothing all that special, and tho I try to believed otherwise, it just never felt that way.
I came to school a little late today; not that I really cared. I walked down the same corridor with Straddlers and skippers, when I saw a figure I immediately recognized and longed for.
Without even thinking about it, my body just moved on its own, dropping all my belongings and rushed to its primary concern. I pushed him inside a room and was just so overwhelmed with finally having him near me; his beautifully shaped face; the scent of him that almost had me coming right there in my pants; my muscle just froze. I just stood there soaking it up, not even realizing that my body had moved on its own and lowered in front him, untill I heard the most heart wrenching thing that had me almost pushing my hand through my chest, and ripping my heart out at the way it shattered and uselessly fell away, leaving my chest a shallow framed of its former self.
Alexander, my baby, my sweet angel, was lying on the ground whimpering and shaking with such fear, you could've sworn I was a mythical serial killer risen from the dead.
"Pp-please don't hurt m-me", he whimpered. And my already broken heart seemed to have used this oh so glorious time to seize to exist.
"Alexander? Baby?", I called out to him. Trying to assure him it was only me. And I wasn't ever going to hurt him.
And at that moment, my world took a turn for the worst when after just a few minutes after calling out to him, he sat their bawling his pretty eyes out like his world was coming to an end.
"Shh Alex sweety, baby don't cry. Everything is fine my sweet. Baby please don't cry"
He cried so hard his entire being seemed to shake, and all I could do was crouch down to him, take him in my arms and whispered sweet words into his ear while rubbing soothing motions in his back and rocking him back and forth in an effort to calm him down.
After I don't how long, my baby seemed to have calmed down and was now overrun by fleet of hiccups and sobs that seemed never ending.
I gathered him into my arms and peeked out the door to ensure the hallway was cleared.
Satisfied, I carried my baby while he clinged to me like a monkey to my car.
'Fuck school, fuck the staff and fuck all those idiotic brats who were just too dependent on teachers for their own well-being and just came to school for fucking anything that walks. My baby needs me and fuck it if he's not going to get my undivided attention.'
I walked across the ground to my car not caring really who saw and place Alex into the passengers side of my car, buckling him up, and getting to my side to do the same then drove off.
We drove for approximately 30mins since I lived a way off from the school. Alex has been sleeping soundly the whole time looking like the beautiful angel he is.
When we arrived, I carried him straight up to my bedroom, placed him on the bed inside the covers and got in beside him.
I continuously stroked and petted his hair while whispering calming words in hopes to prevent any nightmares.
I just hope when he wakes up, he'll be more honest with me than he's perceived.

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Yes🙌this is done. I'm sorry the late delays you guys, things have been hectic and I can't give any of you and explanation but am sorry not sorry😁hehe😁

💜nuttyweird- 'Tears are not a sign of weakness. There a symbol of emotions that we are incapable of expressing with words'