How I fell in love with my neighbor

Chapter six

~~Jason~~

I ran downstairs, hearing my dad calling me more. I went to the living room, where he was sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand. "Don't fucking run in the house" he said, quite rudely. "Sorry, sir" I said, looking at the ground. My happy mood got ruined from his rudeness. "Go make dinner for me, don't talk to your mom" he said, shooing me with his hand. I went to the kitchen and saw my mom on her knees, scrubbing the floor with a toothbrush. Tears were falling down her cheeks and there was a recent, red handprint being on her cheek. I sighed a little and started to make some chicken for my father.

~~Luck~~

I really hated Jason's father but I ignored it for now as I worked on a computer that stopped working a while ago. I started to think about Jason as I worked. I was thinking about how cute he was and didn't realize that I was blushing until I dropped someone on my foot and got snapped out of my thoughts from the slight pain.

~~Jason~~

I finished cooking the chicken and accidentally burned my hand. I made a tiny noise but didn't say anything, my mom noticed but she was too scared to help so she continued cleaning the floor. I put the chicken on a plate and took it to my dad, along with a fork. I set it on the table and he sat up a bit, looking at what I made. "I didn't want chicken" he said and suddenly slapped me hard. I stumbled and fell to the side, landing on the corner of the table with my side first and onto the floor. I made a loud noise of pain and started to cry while I held my side. "Get up you weak bitch and go to your room. You don't get dinner" my father said. I got up, painfully and walked quickly to my room, shutting the door quietly. I quickly took my shirt off and looked in the mirror at my side, still crying.

~~Luck~~

I had my my window open and was watching Jason's window, trying to detect any movement. I saw movement of what looked like someone taking off their shirt. I hesitantly got up, climbed out my window and crossed the little gap between our windows. I opened the window, not bothering to look and instantly saw the bruise of Jason's side, growling.

~~Jason~~

I heard a growl from behind me and quickly turned around, seeing Luck. He looked pissed and went over to me, looking at my side. He wasn't mad at me though and it was obvious. He gently touched my side, causing me to flinch but relax right after. He kissed my cheek gently where I was slapped and held my hand that had a small burn on it. I was confused about how gentle he was being, but I liked it a lot. It made me feel wanted and safe.

~~Luck~~

I was hiding my anger at the moment. I was more concerned with comforting Jason and making sure he was ok. The bruise was getting bad and he was starting to get a black eye from what I assumed was a smack from his father. I felt Jason tense up and I heard yelling from downstairs. Jason's father was yelling at Jason's mother about the floor being dirty still. I sighed a little and gently picked up Jason, climbing out the window with him in my arms. I went over to my window and set Jason in gently. I climbed in and went to my dresser. I looked for a shirt and grabbed one for Jason.

~~Jason~~

Luck's room was pretty dirty with clothes all on the ground, but the room smelled a lot like him and I loved It. He handed me one of his shirts and I refused to take it, pointing at the shirt he was wearing. He chuckled and took his shirt off and handed it to me. I took it, trying not to stare to long at his chest. I put the shirt on and took my pants off, feeling more comfortable all ready. My side hurt a lot and I tried to cover the pain up.

~~Luck~~

I took my pants off and grabbed Jason's head, pulling him to the bed. I laid down and made him lay on me, which made him look really happy. I smiled and kissed him gently, glad that he kissed back. I let him lay his head on my chest and I rubbed his back, knowing he was going to fall asleep soon. After a bit, he fell asleep and I followed him soon after.