Cold Hearted (Jack Gilinsky)

One

Two years earlier

"You're cheating on me aren't you, Brooke?" my boyfriend, Danny, asked, yelling at me.

"No. I would never do that. You know I love you," I pleaded, but it was no use. Danny slapped me across the face, hard.

"You're a lying, cheating, whore. Who have you been sleeping with?!"

"No one. I promise," I yelled, tears streaking my face.

Danny hit me again then left the room. I stood up from where I was crouched in the corner, confused. Was he over it? Did he realize how irrational he was being? I had never even thought about sleeping with another guy while we were dating. Mostly because he scared the hell out of me. This wasn't the first time he has hit me and it probably wouldn't be the last, but I knew he loved me and I loved him.

Danny came back into the room, holding something behind his back. He pushed me back into the corner so I was in between him and the wall, unable to move.

"Danny. What are you doing?" I asked, panicking.

"I'm going to make sure you never cheat on me again," he said and moved his hands from behind his back, revealing a huge knife.

"Please, please, please. You know I would never cheat on you," I said, really hoping he wouldn't kill me.

He ran the knife down my cheek and I felt blood spill down it. I started whimpering from the pain.

Just then there was a knock on the door. "Police. Open up!"

Danny punched me in the stomach. "You called the cops didn't you, you fucking bitch!"

"No. I don't know why they're here!"

They broke through the door and got Danny off of me, handcuffing him and taking him to a police car.

"Are you okay?" a white officer with blond hair asked.

"Y-yeah," I said.

"We need to take you to the hospital," a female office informed me.

"No. I'm fine."

"Come with me," the female said, taking my hand and pulling me with her. I didn't put up a fight because I was in too much shock. "How old are you, sweetie?"

"Sixteen."

She took me to an ambulance and started talking to the paramedic. "She's only sixteen and she's already been through so much."

One paramedic started doing stuff to my cheek and the other was looking at my eye, which was now swollen.

"Everything's going to be alright," they both told me.

***

Present day

I walked into my apartment that I share with my friend, Taryn and see our neighboor, Jack Gilinsky sitting on our couch.

"How did you get in here?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

"The door was unlocked," he shrugged. "Have you been working?" he ended it with a small smirk.

"No, I just dress like a whore all the time," I said sarcastically and looked down at my outfit. I was wearing short  jean shorts and a black crop top.

"Have you been hanging out with Jack because you sound almost as sassy as he is."

"What are you doing here anyway?" I asked, sitting next to him.

"Can't I just want to talk to you?" he asked.

"No. For one thing I have a boyfriend and two you never want to talk to me," I said.

"Maybe I want to talk now."

"Stop bullshitting me. You want to smoke don't you?"

"Oh, Brooklyn, you know me so well," he winked.

"You're an idiot," I rolled my eyes and stood up.

I walked to my room and pulled a small Altoids can from underneath my pillow, and pulled out a joint and my lighter. I pulled my dyed red hair into a pony tail and walked back out to Jack. I sat next to him, put the joint in my mouth, and lit it.

"No new man to sleep with tonight?" Jack asked.

"No new girl to sleep with tonight?" I asked, mocking him.

I saw Jack walking into his apartment almost every night with a new girl.

"Not unless you want to come home with me," he winked.

"How about you can jerk off tonight," I said.

"You'll have sex with the entire city of L.A except me."

"I wont have sex with Jack either."

He took a hit of the joint. "Well that makes me feel a little better."

"How did you get that scar on your cheek?" Jack asked and I ran my hand over it, avoiding eye contact.

"I don't remember."

Jack stared at me for a second, obviously not believing the lie. "Whatever."

"It's nothing. It's obviously not a big deal if I can't remember how I got it," I shrugged.

"Whatever you say," Jack said, handing me the joint and standing up. "I have to go. I have music stuff with Jack."

"You're just going to get me high then leave me? I feel so used," I said, faking being hurt.

"I'm sure you'll find someone to make you feel even more used than I do," he winked then left.

Jack made me so mad but then again we were sort of friends, in a weird way. Taryn always said we should just have sex and get it over with but I didn't feel that way about him. And even though he said things like that, I figured that was just an act.

There was a knock on the door. I got rid of the joint and walked over to open it. I couldn't help but gasp when I saw who was standing there. Jack was right, I did find someone who made me feel even more used than he just had. It was a good thing I was high right now.

It was Danny.

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