Change My Mind, Change My Heart (Jalex)

Look What You've Done - Chapter 4

Jack's P.O.V.

I slowly drove back to school, my mind reeling from what had just happened. I didn't know what Alex was so upset about, or why I cared so much, but I was worried sick about the boy already. I walked to the attendance office to explain what had just happened.

"Uhm, excuse me?" I said to the lady behind the desk, who, judging by her nametag, was Mrs. Lee, "Alex Gaskarth, a new student, had some sort of mental breakdown second period, so I took him home."

"Oh!" she exclaimed, "what class was this in?"

"It was, uh, Mr. Smith's class," I replied, cautiously.

"Well, could you explain what happened?" she asked, as she picked up the desk phone.

I heard her call Mr. Smith out of class, while I tried to figure out how to explain what, exactly, had happened to Alex.

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This proved to be quite difficult, because, truthfully, I had no idea what was wrong with the smaller boy. I stumbled through my explanation of Alex’s behavior as Mr. Smith and the principal watched curiously. 

I watched Mr. Smith's face as I finished the story, seeing it plastered with a growing sense of dread. I wondered why the story had such a strange effect on the music teacher.

"So he asked me to take him home, and I did." I concluded.

"Well, I suppose your behavior will be excused, Mr. Barakat, but make sure to ask permission before leaving the campus during class hours if a similar situation ever occurs. Now go to class." the principal, Mr. Barnum, said to me.

"Thank you, sir," I said before scurrying out the door, still trying to make sense of the strange situation. 

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Alex's P.O.V.

The older man tugged at the hem of my Spiderman t-shirt, as I cried hysterically.

"P-please stop, “ my younger self pleaded desperately.

"Shh, Alex, don't you want to be a rock star?"

I timidly nodded, because, yes, that had been my childhood dream.

"Alright then, this is the only way to get you to the level where you can be good enough for people to care about your music," the teacher cooed in my ear.

Being young and naive, I honestly didn't know any better, and just wept softly as the man finished removing my clothes, before slamming my small body against his desk. 

"I promise, this will help you in the long run," he said through gritted teeth, before shoving into me. I heard an ear splitting scream, not realizing it had come from me.

"Shut the fuck up," he demanded harshly, roughly slapping my cheek. I whimpered softly and let the abuse continue, at a loss for a way to make it stop.

I shot bolt upright, covered in a cold sweat, and shrieked when I saw a figure leaning over me when I awoke.

"Alex, honey, it's alright, it's just me," my mother whispered softly, as I collapsed into her arms. I had somehow ended up in my bed.

"He-he's my n-n-new music t-teacher," I struggled to say, my voice breaking with sobs.

"Sweetie, it's alright, I'll get everything sorted out, you just go back to sleep," she cooed to me.

A glance at my alarm clock told me it was only three in the afternoon, but, exhausted from the emotional turmoil of the day, I quickly fell into a nightmare riddled sleep.