The Bestest Cuddle Buddy Ever

Obligatory Sick! Chapter

Jack and I didn't talk for a couple days. It wasn't just because things were so awkward but mostly because we were both just so busy... well Jack was. He was starting some big projects with Robin, and another one with Mark, and then I think he told me about a couple collabs he was going to do with some of the people he stayed with while he was in LA. We'd texted a little bit back and forth, but we hadn't seen each other since that awkward morning.

Me? Well, I'd been working of course... but I had come to despise my job to the very depths of my soul. My supervisor had made my life a living hell. He'd started to say some very... inappropriate things. He'd talk about how nice my ass was, or how my boobs were impossible to look away from... he'd also talk about me to the other guys at work, one of the nicer ones had told me what he'd said and it was some pretty disgusting things. Richard, my boss obviously didn't care about anything that Joseph did. He was a supervisor, whoo who! The filthy bastard could do no wrong. Each day I walked into work and had to see that dicklord's face I almost just walked back out. I was so afraid constantly, afraid of letting him get me alone for more than five minutes.

Things at home weren't much better, I'd had a few close calls with Dylan. He'd see me outside my apartment and call over to me but I'd quickly dive into my car with a hasty excuse that I was late to work, even if I'd just gotten home. I was just as scared of Dylan as I was of Joseph, maybe more because at least I was always surrounded by other people when Joseph was around. Jack had offered to talk to Dylan on more than one occasion but I'd adamantly refused, this was my problem and honestly, I just didn't want Jack to get hurt or possibly arrested because Dylan had goaded him into a fight. I would never forgive myself. Jack was less than happy about it and insisted that he could settle this without conflict but still I refused.

With this rift between Jack and myself, and constantly being afraid of these two frighteningly similar "alpha male" type guys in my life; it was starting to take a toll on my health. I was constantly lethargic and I didn't eat a lot. I was barely sleeping and I had lost weight. I was in shambles and I felt trapped in this situation by my own stupid decisions. Shower thoughts man.

It was one morning after I'd just gotten home from an overnight job and was looking forward to my weekend off when I got a text from Jack.

Hey Y/n are you busy? I need a favor

I frowned at the message, this was kind of odd. I was quick to respond nevertheless

not really. What's up?

Do you know how to upload a video to youtube?

The hell? Now I was even more confused

For the most part yeah, why?

There was a long pause before he responded. I was starting to get worried. Was he okay? Why would I need to know how to upload to Youtube? His next reply was short and I got the sense it was hurried.

come ovr

I was on my way over to Jack's in minutes. What the actual hell was going on? I didn't see Jack when I stepped into his apartment. I called out to him but heard nothing. My stomach cramped as I shut the door behind me. What was going on? He wasn't hurt, was he?

"Jack?" I called again a little louder. Still nothing, I looked down when I heard my ringtone go off. It was a text from Jack, telling me the files names for everything that needed to be uploaded.

Where are you? I sent, dancing on the balls of my feet like a spooked horse. I didn't get a reply, but I did hear a noise down the hall. I followed the faint noise down the hallway, through his kitchen, and down the other hallway until I stopped in front of the bathroom door. I could hear someone heaving on the other side of the door. I winced as I listened to this person dry heave. I knocked lightly when there was a lull in the sound.