ZACH
-One week later-
Knock.
Knock.
Jack kept knocking at my door. He's been doing it all week and every time I answer it he begs for my forgiveness and gives me something like a book or flowers. I keep telling him I forgive him but nothing is the same. That was my warning, that he could do something like that again and I just can't handle that pain.
The cuts and bruises littered all over my body are a constant reminder. I can't even look in the mirror without tearing up. It made me realize he doesn't care enough about me. Someone I love wouldn't hurt me like that.
Love? Love already, Zach. I get too easily attached that's why love never works. Love is hard.
I also think about how he can't possibly love me back. I mean the way that brunette at the party calmed Jack down. I wish I was like him but I'm not. Realizing Jack had another person in his life made me think I'm just a hookup to him. Hung out a few times and that's it before he gets angry and moves on. Quit self pitying yourself, Zach. Can't it's a habit.
Slowly walking to the door, I open it even slower. When I see Jack in the doorway with coffee and a smile I cast my head down wanting to cry.
"Hey Zach." He greeted. I just waved at him back not saying a word. Afraid to say a word.
"Zach, I'm sorry. I brought coffee and I want to fix all of this. Please just forgive me and let me explain. Give me a second chance." Second chances are for cliche losers who aren't over love, asshole.
"Fine come in," I sighed letting him by me. He kisses my cheek by surprise and I flinch at it. Looking at him through the corner of my eye I see him frown.
We walked toward the couch and he hands me coffee. I hesitantly take it from him. I let him sit down first. When he does I sit as far as possible away from him.
"Zach. I'm so sorry-"
"You already said that," I interrupted getting slightly irritated.
"Ok so umm if you haven't noticed I have anger issues." He speaks as I sit quietly sipping on coffee giving him my attention.
"Ever since I was little I've had these problems. But I've been to therapy and anger management trying to fix these problems. That's why I always try to calm myself by counting to ten and drinking lots of water. But even with all the help I still get angry." He spoke looking off into space, his fingers pulling at a thread on his jeans.
"And the sad truth is I'm normally prone to hurt the ones I love most." His voice started to crack. Is he saying he loves me?
"It just happened so many times and I can't explain how yet but this isn't the first time it's happened and I'm sorry." I watch a tear slip as he looks at me. Shouldn't he already have learned his lesson?
"I already forgave you but I don't think this can work out," I whisper looking the other way. But he loves you, doesn't he?
"Can't we j-just start over," he hiccups as I hear him start to sob. "Like as friends," he adds.
I stare at him for a moment. He looks so sad as he covers his face in hands. He doesn't look up at all. Probably awaiting for my answer. I guess I could use a friend, sadly I feel attached to Jack it hurts for me to just give him up.
"Yes, we can try to be friends." I answer. "Only because I was the one who triggered your anger and I'm sorry. And I love you more than a friend way.
He looks up at me slightly shaking and trying to smile but it looks strain, "t-thank you."
I give him a small smile back. He gets up off the couch and moves toward me with his arms spread out but then closes them right before he nears me. I think he was trying to give me a hug. He gives me a long look.
"Can I see how bad I hurt you," he cries out.
"I think the hurt on my face is enough," I hiss and wrap my arms around myself afraid he can see right through me.
But I should of known, that Jack wouldn't take the answer and he jerked my arms away and forcefully pulled my shirt up. I let him and my chest was rising up and down as I felt exposed. I wanted to cry but didn't want to let him see.
He stared at me for so long and reached his hand out at me. I feel him trace over bruises. I flinch every time he touches me now. Eventually I jerk my shirt down and turn my head away, gulping.
"I'm sorry, that I did that to you," he whispers as he moves away from me.
"It's ok," I weakly mutter still not trying to look at him.
After a moment he finally says, "I'll text you later."
With that he leaves and once I hear the door shut, I break down. I wrap my arms around myself and curl into a ball in the couch. I cry and cry. I then scream.
"Why is love so hard for me. I don't just want to be his friend."
Short and sucked but dramatic af. Honestly didn't know how to fix the situation.
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Lover Boy • Jachary AU
Fiksi PenggemarAll Zach's life he never felt he had his moment or felt like someone will cared about him as much as he did to them. This is the story of how the boy who likes to read about romance meets a guy with anger issues and somehow falls in love. Yet anoth...