Time Bomb

I miss you, Im so sorry. Jacks P.O.V. (Chapter 5)

Jack P.O.V.

The next morning im woken up with a sound of glass breaking. Startled i asked "Dad? Is everything okay?" and with no reply i got dressed and went to investigate. I walked down the stairs as i heard my dad swearing then something fall hard on the ground "Shit!" i yelled as i ran up to him laying on the floor with glass stabbing into him. I guess he got a little too drunk, dropped his glass and then fell on it.  "Dad? Can you hear me?" I franticly asked. Normally i wouldnt dare get near to my dad after all of his harm he caused me. But in the long run he is my father and i dont have anyone left. He was bleeding pretty badly so i had no choice but to call the hospital and send someone over. It all happened so quickly when suddenly there was a knock at the door, hoping it was the paramedics to be oddly saddened and relieved to see Alex there. "Why the fuck are you at my house at 3:30 in the morning? " I groaned not wanting to see him, considering the fact that he hurt me. But yet the sense of comfort i find around him is surprising. Wanting him to continue so i dont leave my dad for too long i gave him the look of "when will you leave" "I-i um, i need to talk to you.. theres um something i need to tell you--" His eyes looked as if he hasnt slept all night, as well as being guilty of something. Alex was cut off by the sound of sirens wailing down the road, my eyes returned to my dad laying in the kitchen floor covered in blood. I ran back to him to see if he was still breathing, and he barely was. The paramedics ran into my house and quickly moved him onto a gurney. I looked back as they were taking my dad into the ambulence to see Alex wide eyed and sitting on the stairs. "Why the fuck are you here? What the hell could be so goddamn important at 3:30 in the morning that you have to come over to my house and act like we are still friends. We are NOT friends Alex. You made that pretty damn clear that youre done with me. Im not sorry for anything. Nothing at all." I spat. Alex came up to me, cupped my face and pressed his lips to mine. I was caught up in the moment but not in the right way, i was thinking of how hes going to leave me. So i pushed him back so hard he hit his head against the wall. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" I yelled. "fuck - i um, im going to go, or do you need a ride to the hospital? i mean i can-" Alex awkwardly scratched his head and looked at me "No Alex just fucking leave already. Youre a mindfuck you know that right?" i asked. He just looked at me and grabbed something from his pocket. He handed to me a picture, a picture of us, from his 10th birthday party.

Flashback

"Happy birthday dear Alex happy birthday to you!" the song ended as friends and family were gathered around Alex at his birthday party. But of course, where Alex was, Jack was right next to him. Jacks big brown eyes amazing by the big beautiful chocolate ice cream cake. Jack stood up from his chair and exclaimed "I want the part that says Alex on it with frosting! Since hes my best friend!" Alex looked at Jack with furrowed eyebrows and said "But that one has the most frosting! and its my name. I get it." Jack nodded with a dissapointed face, but of course Alex cant stand to see Jack sad, so he shared it with him. Half and half. Then when all of the guests had their fair share of cake Jack and Alex had so much their tummies hurt. Groaning and tired they crawled upstairs into Alex's bed and watched Home Alone the rest of the night but not before Alex said goodbye to his family and other friends. Alex was so stuffed that he didnt even open any presents. Jack noticed of course, so he got up and got his present for Alex from downstairs and handed it to him "Open it! I made it for you." Jack pleaded. Alex opened the wrapped box to see a scrapbook of pictures their parents had taken of while they were growing up. After Alex moved over here from England they had so many memories, and they documented them. From when they first met, to the night before when they had a sleepover. As well as that scrapbook, there was a toy, a toy soldier with an English flag on it. Alex smiled and hugged Jack from across the bed. He picked up his gifts and set them on the dresser. When he climbed back into his bed he pulled Jack into his arms and they layed like that until they fell asleep.

I was brought back from my flashback as Alex walked out the door. Shit, my dad. I have to get to my dad. I got my money and ran to the bus station and took the closest bus to the hospital. I ran inside and asked the lady where my dad was, when she looked up at me with sad eyes and said "Mark Barakat, he passed away 10 minutes ago. Im so sorry." And that was the moment. The moment my world came crashing down, but yet with a painful feeling of relief.

A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for reading. I might not be able to update as frequently for a week, seeing that i am on vacation. I as well have writers block but i will try my hardest. Hope you guys like the story!