demons and macaroni

jack

Trigger warning!!! Homophobic slurs

"Fag-got, fag-got!" The kids chanted, almost like it was a cheer. The brunette male sat in the middle of the somewhat circle the children made as he hugged his knees close to his chest, attempting to shield himself from the kicks, rocks, and words they were throwing at him. This was the norm for him, everyday these kids would push him around, kick his things everywhere, and laugh at him. Jack was a fourth grader, he was only ten years old. He didn't deserve this.

Eventually, the crowds (basically twelve kids) started to disband. Quickly. Jack slowly untucked himself out of his fetal position and watched as the kids advert the attention to the voice too.

"Hey! The hell are you doing?"

Jack perked up as an alarmed yet pissed off sounding voice pierced through the insults. A smaller kid- probably a third grader- pushed through the group of kids, swearing the entire time. The blonde little kid was wearing a baggy grey turtleneck, a large cross necklace hanging loosely from his neck, and some black jeans. For someone who looked like a porcelain doll, he scared those kids off easily.

"Are you okay-"

BEEEEEEEEEP, BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP

"FUCK! FUCK!" Jack slammed his fist into the alarm clock laying on his bedside table. He rubbed his eyes and groaned, attempting to bury his head deeper into his bed sheets. That's the third time he had had that dream this week, and every time it would end there before he could see that boy's face.

That happened years ago- why that memory was still haunting his dreams was beyond his knowing. Maybe it was guilt, he never remembered the boy's name or face.

But whatever it was, it would have to wait for later. It was time for work.

The tall brunette dragged himself out of bed, yawning. He was still wearing his classic "SUE ME" shirt from last night and bright pink sweatpants.

Jack was a demon hunter, demon killer, vigilante priest, call him whatever you like, he kills demons and entities that were harming or disturbing people in their daily lives.

God, how he ended up with this job was beyond him. First his friend Natasha took him to work one day, he drank to much, and applied for the job.

And he fucking got in.

Jack wasn't complaining, his poor ass needed a job so he could pay rent and actually feed himself. He liked the job too- it was really the only time he got positive attention. People would call him a hero, they would cry, yell "Lord bless you!" At the top of their lungs as he drove away.

He loved it.

Jack snapped back to reality as he looked at himself in the mirror. God, he looked like a fright.

The brunette's face was littered his bandages to hide his bruises and cuts. Who knew demons could fight back-? Of course his job was dangerous but the pay was worth it. To add on top of his cuts (not including the ones on his arms) he hadn't shaved in a few days. He grazed his fingers against the stubble on his chin and groaned.

If you took all of this away, he was sort of good looking I guess. He had a sharp jaw line, brown and soft doe looking eyes (if they weren't bloodshot), soft dark brown hair with the left side of it dyed pastel orange that was already slightly fading. He was tall I guess, exactly 6'4, and barely muscular. If he didn't wear such baggy clothing or hide himself from the world, he would've had a boyfriend by now but nOOOOOOO. He sat in his room all day when he wasn't at work and watched YouTube. If it wasn't for Natasha he'd either had killed himself by now or had been homeless or hopelessly in debt to his landlord. Jack was a druggie, loner, and according to his family 'a fag'.

Jack was frustrated with what he saw. He hated everything about himself, every positive aspect about himself he turned negative.

Jack pressed his forehead against the mirror and mumbled, "I hate you."

Jack pushed himself away from the mirror and fell against the wall with a loud 'THUD' and hit his head. "FUCK!" He stumbled back forward, holding the back of his head as he rammed into the counter, sending bottles of mountain dew, empty shaving cream bottle, and razors clattering to the ground. He sounded onto the ground and groaned, feeling the ringing in his ears get louder and louder. He ended up curling into the fetal position and just... Laying there.

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After Jack had bandaged up his head and got his uniform on, he quickly piled all of his stuff into his car and took out his phone. He was heading over to the Von household. The family was famous for their restaurants put all around the country. They were incredibly wealthy people that donated that held charity events only for the richest and help parties often at their mansion.

Honestly, Jack wanted to hate them. He wanted to hate their douchy rich mansion and their stupid rich mansion, but he had to admit it...

They were nice people.

He looked out the window as he pulled out of the driveway of his house and visibly grimaced. Lord, he looked like a drug dealer. He would soon be getting a change of scenery soon though, compared to the Von's house he lived in a damn box.

But hey, just meant they paid well.

AUTHOR NOTE: heEEEEeeeey siStErs!!1!1!1!1 my first ever chapter and Wattpad story I ever made has been fINISHED. It's low key really bad and I tried to be a little gentle with this one since Jack isn't my character. I promise the next chapter is gonna be a little bit longer because it will be introducing my own character, Liam.

Criticism is badly wanted and needed! If you have something you want to say about a chapter or any ideas please do comment! I'm pretty stupid so any help is appreciated.