》Starved《Fack

Chapter 4: Quivering Coffee

F L A S H B A C K

Jack stared at his wrist with a smile on his face the whole way home from Finns house. If that's what you'd even call the place Jack lives. He loved Finns sloppy hand writing, he honestly can't get enough of it.

When Jack got into his driveway he frowned. He wishes he would've stayed at Finns house longer. He never reilizes how much he actually hates being home unless he's actually there.

He opened the door and kicked off his shoes. He snuck up stairs trying to be as quiet as possible since his father was asleep in the living room. When he got up to his room he smiled brightly as he thought about going to the coffee shop with Finn to do math homework.

Jack is a little embarrassed that he doesn't have the money to actually get coffee but at least he'll get to hang out with Finn.

Of all the things in the world Jack thought would happen, this wasn't on list. He was kind of confused by Finn being so excited to hang out since he rarely even talks to him, but he is so glad that they are going to be spending more time with each other.

Jack turned his playlist on and laid back on his bed with his eyes closed as he hummed to the music.

He laid there peacefully for at least five minutes before his dad opened the door and it alarmed Jack.

"Daddy? H-hi." Jack said quietly as he dug his fingernails into his palms.

"What's this?" Jack's father held out a small piece of fabric.

"I- I don't know." Jack lied.

"Why did you cut these up? I paid good money for this pair of boxers. Do you want me to stop buying you boxers?" His dad said.

He walked towards Jack and grabbed his wrist.

"Dad I-I-I don't k-know." Jack struggled with his words as he lightly rubbed at his wrists wishing his father would let the fuck go already.

"Not until you tell me why you cut them up." His father said.

"Why were you in my bathroom?" Jack asked but he knew he shouldn't have.

"Your bathroom? This is my house. You just live in it. I can do whatever I want in this house." He said and place his hand in Jack's inner thigh. Jack bit down on his bottom lip and closed his eyes.

Just act like this isn't happening right now.

Come on Jack, push him away.

Do something about it

But Jack couldn't. He wouldn't dare. The last time he stopped his dad from doing what he wanted... Well, it didn't end well.

"Daddy please stop..." Jack whispered. Jack's father squeezed Jack's thigh harshly, causing Jack to cry out in pain.

"You don't tell me what to do." He replied and dragged Jack off the bed.

Jack was screaming as his father did so. He screamed and for what? No one could help him and he knew that. He then threw Jack to the floor and ran his hands through his hair violently.

"Are you going to learn your lesson?" His father said. Jack closed his eyes and cried as his lip quivered.

"Jack! Answer me. Now." His father demanded.

"Yes yes yes just please stop!" He cried and his father rubbed Jack's hip before getting up.

"Good." His father said before leaving Jack's room leaving Jack sitting on the floor with his face burried in his knees a sobbing mess.