Therapy / Why Don't We

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Zach laid in his bed and just stared at that ceiling. The interview had some unexpected turns that just made Zach mad for Jack.

He turned the other way, not being able to fall asleep. He was angry, he wanted to murder those guys. It wasn't fair to Jack for him to go through such pain in rehab when he was just simply trying to get better.

Zach got up and grabbed his pillow, slowly making his way towards Jack's room. He felt bad, he felt bad because he was so angry at the boys and Jack for not telling him sooner, he decided to sleep on his own but that just wasn't working out.

In Zach's mind, he knew he shouldn't be angry, it's not like Jack planned on getting hurt or even worse. He softly knocked on Jack's bedroom door and quietly opened the door.

He saw Jack laying there on his phone, Jack's face was visibly wet from tears. Zach dropped his pillow on the ground and quickly plopped his body down on Zach's body. Zach began to cry and whispering 'I'm sorry'.

"It's fine, Zach." Jack said with no emotion as he turned off his phone.

"It's not 'fine'. I shouldn't be mad but I am." Zach said and grabbed onto Jack's neck. "Just tell me what happened, baby. I can handle it." Zach pleaded and got off of Jack.

Jack turned on his lamp and pushed himself up, leaning against the head board.

"You really want to know, Zach?"

Zach eagerly nodded his head as he placed himself on Jack's lap, straddling him. He looked at Jack's face and nodded to proceed.

"I- as you know I was pretty much beat up by those guys, Zach. I didn't plan on it to happen, and it truly is my fault. At first I'd do anything to get drugs or to just hurt myself in any way. But it got to the point where I was almost out and tho- those guys were upset, Zach." Jack said and took a deep breath.

"Why?" Zach said barely above a whisper.

"They were upset because I couldn't do favors for them anymore, they couldn't use me anymore for whatever. One day while I was using the bathroom at one of our group therapy sessions, they pushed me against the wall and did what they wanted too, even if I said no and tried to get out of their grip-" Jack said and choked on a sob. "That- it made me relapse again and I had to stay in longer after I tested positive on my drug test."

"Why didn't you tell anyone, Jack?" Zach asked and grabbed Jack's face, bringing it closer to his.

The warm feeling of Jack's breathing tickled Zach's face, but Zach just cried even more.

"I can't tell anyone." Jack said and sighed. "People like me-"

"Us." Zach said corrected him.

"No, Zach. People like me who aren't just gay but are recovering drug addicts. They- won't believe me. Even if I did tell the cops, it's been over six months, they can't do anything about it now." Jack said.

"Yes they can. The facility knows about it, right? They have the footage if they told the other boys about, what about your m-"

"No. I can't- she can't know. She'd- she would never be okay to know that her son was raped in the facility she picked out." Jack said placing his hands on Zach's waist.

"Did- did I force you-" zach said stuttering at each word.

"No. Don't put those thoughts in your head. You'd never and I know you'd never make me do that. Every time we've had sex, I wanted it." Jack said and smiled at Zach. "Why don't we go to bed?" Jack said and smiled.

Zach nodded and got down from Jack's lap and laid down next to him. He faced Jack and placed his hands on Jack's waist.

"I'm so proud of you, you're the strongest person I know and have ever met. I- I love you so much, Jack Avery." Zach whispered and kissed Jack's chin. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, I love you, Zach." Jack said and moved closer to Zach. He peacefully closed his eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.

>| ITS JACKS BIRTHDAY. HES 19 AND HES OLD NOW IM-

>| anyways, how is everyone?