Tears sting my eyes. The salty saliva that forms when you cry is spewing out through my throat. I can't take it anymore. One last drop one last hurtful joke. And I'll do it. But what would Jack say? How would my one and only love respond?
"Sweetheart?" Jack calls in that soft and caring voice of his. He knows I'm crying. He knows what has happened.
I feel Jack's arms wrap around my slim apparatus. He combs my hair as I slip my legs around his waist. Wrapping my arms around his neck I sniffle.
"What's wrong?"
It's always the same. Never the slightest bit of difference. He always comes home to this, me crying, my arms bloodied, my hair and nails ripped in places.
"Who was it?"
Again it's always the same but always different. Always a different person, it has to be.
I talk to the parents of loved ones that lost children and other loved ones in accidents that have nothing to do with medical illnesses, if you know what I mean.
"Today I met a couple whose child was abducted by a man who had been stalking her. SHE WAS ONLY FIVE," I scream into Jack's chest. "Imagine if we had a child who was five years old and got abducted by a filthy forty year old virgin. JUST AAAAAH!" I scream excessively. Jack brings my face up to his.
"Maybe we should postpone your visits with these people." Jack looks at me intensively his eyes filled with care and passion. "I can't stand to see you in such a state."
"No I want to help these people because I feel like I can understand the dead better if I feel the pretty much living dead ya know and I cant wait for them their story that every once in a century." I manage to get that all out in one breath.
"How was school?" Jack pushes a strand of my wavy hair back from my beet red face after playing with it for a while.
"Good." I look down at the floor below me. We're in our extra bedroom. Made for when that special little baby comes along into this world of hate. The floor is carpeted in this ugly puke color that makes me want to upchuck. School really wasn't good at all. The kids drove me insane today. Only five kids out of my one hundred and seventy children did their homework last night. History. I am their history teacher. And apparently it's 'uncool' to give a damn about it. I personally love it. I got gum stuck in my hair and had to cut myself some bangs to get it out earlier today.
"Just good?" He asks again, "That asshole Peitin giving you shit again?"
Last time I told Jack about this kid in my fourth period peer group. His name is of course Peitin. He had raped me and Jack gave Peitin a piece of his own ass. Literally they had to cut off a chunk of his butt because he beat the shit out of him. He was out of school for a month, and dropped my class.
"No honey." I say with a weak laugh just realizing that his fists were balled up in thoughtful anger. It probably pains him physically and mentally from doing so. "We should sleep."
"No, I swear that's all we've been doing for months. Sleep together then go to work, cry together, then sleep some more. It's just like we can't have our personal time, like we use to. Ya know?" Jack backed away from the bed and I and closer to the door. He opens it, not looking away from my eyes. "Please come outside with me?"
I scoff, "Yeah, in your dreams buddy!" I run past his hand, out the open door and bolt for the pitch black forestry.
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Authors notes ;{D Love2InfinitiesEnd
Yea so I don't know about this chapter, or this start to the book in general lol. Okay so if ur diehard for Falling In Reverse, don't tell me. Please its cool that u like them ya but I'm just wired like that. (and yes, that is wired and not weird).
Hahaha hahahahahaha ha. Ha mama just took my picture... I look creepy!!!! Lol look my little guy up there has a mustache!!! :D
Song for this chapter???
Call Me Hopeless, Not Romantic by Mayday Parade
