Your Just A Day Dream Away (On Hold)

Chapter Twelve

~Jack's POV~

It had been around two weeks since I had officially met Alex, it was also two weeks since we told one another about our mutual feelings..only thing was that since then we hadn't talked once. I thought with us being in almost all the same classes a casual 'hey' or 'how've you been' would be in order.

I wonder if he suddenly changed his mind, it could happen..maybe he was confused and now hes just embarrassed of talking to me. My heart sank thinking that he didn't actually meant it. Granted, there wasn't a grand unveiling of his truth, no dance numbers or singing montages, it was an innocent between two young teenage boys. Insignificant.

I'll admit, my melodramatic perception of the world was highly influenced by too many days spent indoors with chick flicks and fan-fictions. I couldn't help myself, all the Kellic, Austlan, and Fransykes, had gone to my head, The Notebook and P.s I Love You, didn't exactly 'help' my delusional tendencies.

Of course I didn't know this, while my subconscious may have been face palming itself, I was an emotional wreck, I at times cursed my sensitivity..a trait I had so obviously inherited from my mother.

But today was a new day, I went to bed yesterday with the sheer determination of speaking to Alex and asking him why he hadn't spoken to me since Matt's house incident. I was set on making myself look irresistible for Alex, he didn't think he was gay then, he sure as hell will now once he gets a look at me. This was my plan at least.

I had spent countless hours trying to piece together the perfect outfit. My tightest pair of black skinny jeans and white v-neck with black vans and a beanie finished off my ensemble. I knew from the moment I woke up that this was gonna be it, my hair was cooperating and something about the air just felt right... I even had time left over for some toast with butter and orange marmalade and a tall glass of milk.

~Alex's POV~

I haven't spoken to him since then..I like to think that I'm protecting him, it doesn't make me feel any better when I catch his stare from out the corner of my eye. His gorgeous eyes look so hurt, I'd never hurt him purposely. I just really want to know how he knew. How he'd seen and heard the words meant only for Jack's ears.

Two Weeks Earlier.....

I watched on for a little while longer until I could no longer make out Jack in the on coming darkness of night. In my mind- front and center stood the fear that wrapped itself tightly around me with an all knowing dread. Home. A place I could try and avoid all I wanted but like all other misfit toys..I was stuck there, dreaming of a future where I was far from that place surrounded by my own personal nirvana. Cliche I know..I can imagine I sounded like every other kid from here to god knows where. But even then, there wasn't a time where I've ever felt more alone.

And so, it was alone that I walked the same path back to the only home I had, there were no aunts or uncles, cousins, or even a great aunt Gingers to go to instead of this place. In truth there wasn't a day that passed where I didn't think I'd be beaten to death in my own home and then dumped in some forest to rot and become maggot food.

"Are you living..or are you existing"

Has always been by far my favorite of quotes and with all the reading I do..there is a lot.

The familiar weight dropped itself onto my shoulders as I fumbled with the keys in my pocket. The air felt heavy and muggy, I took deep breaths in an effort to control the on coming anxiety attack that I got whenever I missed curfew or just being home in general. His car was in the driveway and even from outside I heard the television on ten points too high, maybe...just maybe I could sneak my way up to my bedroom and look the door before he suspects a thing.

Naturally the first thought that came to my mind was the window of my room, I wouldn't be at risk of being seen at all. Hell, he wouldn't be able to hear my forced entry either way.

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At times..I really do question my ways of thinking, both the logical and irrational sides of it. Now, having given it some thought, I'm a complete idiot. Not only had my 'full proof' plan not been well..'full proof', I haven't talked to Jack in forever. Its amazing how hard it is to not talk to someone who is constantly on my mind.

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Deciding that the window was the only way to go I went to where my room window was. I may have been on the second floor but a tree grew next to it, with branches that made coming and going all the more easier. 

Climbing the tree was easy, now came the hard part, opening my window. I took a deep breath as I took my right hand off the bark I was crouched on-loosing some much needed balance and placed it  against the cool glass. Carefully I placed my other hand on the glass and as quietly as possible pushed upwards.

Thank god I have a habit of leaving my window unlocked..

My feet landed softly on the hard wood floors of me room. My room was completely pitch black, but having spent so much time here I knew where every little thing was like the back of my hand. I silently closed my window, a sigh of relief left my lips, but all too soon I heard my mattress shift and on flicked the light switch, casting that fatal light that illuminated how knee deep in shit I was in.

My father stood tall and muscular, surprising for a man who did nothing all day every day besides getting drunk and being abusive.

Hmm..maybe I served as a pretty decent form of exercise, being a punching bag and all.

"Who's your little friend Alex."

I felt my brows bunch in confusion, but it was the sickly sweet tone that had my insides churning in a way all too familiar.

"U-uh..what friend father"

"Don't play coy Alexander..who's the little faggot with the blonde patch."

A tense silence passed between us, his eyes stared intently at me, almost daring me to say what it was he already knew.

"H-his name is..."

"-Jack? Yes I know."

I was flabbergasted, how did he know? It was a little late to be pulling out the over protective daddy card don't you think?

"How...do you know his name"

"I know a lot of things. Plus, you're my son, it's only natural for a father to know who his children choose to associate themselves with."

Again I found myself shuddering under his gaze and with a churning belly.

"Spare yourself of another pitiful display of weakness" He said coldly, "I don't like faggots, stay away from him. Or I'll teach your little boyfriend a lesson."