"OWWWW" I woke up with the worst headache. Jack woke up.
"What's wrong?!?" He asked.
"My head feels like I got shot!" I wined. He sprung up from bed and ran into his bathroom.
"What are you doing?" I asked him. He didn't answer me.
"DANNIT DANIEL, WHERE IS THE IBUPROFEN?" He yelled. Daniel ran upstairs.
"Its in the drawer" He said flipping his phone.
"thanks bro" Jack said. They did their little bro handshake, and he walked over to me.
"Take some medicine, it will help your headache" He gave me the medicine and a cup of water.
"Thanks ba-" I cut myself off before I could finish the word "baby". He crawled back into bed and put his arm around me. He was warm, and for the first time in a long time, I felt safe.
"F-For the first time in a long time you feel safe?" He asked me
"I said that out loud... didn't I?"
"Yup" I looked up at him. He was smiling to himself. He was my first REAL boyfriend.
"Y/N.... Whats this?" He lifted up my arm to reveal bruises all over them.
"It's nothing" I told him. I knew where it was from. Some of them where from my aunt, but some of them where from the boys. The pull me and push me all sorts of directions. I know that the don't mean to hut me, but I just don't think they are used to having a delicate person around. Its not like i'm not used to being hurt. Heck, i've been kicked, slapped, punched, you name it. I've learned to not get to emotionally upset about it, but I cant help myself from bruising.
"Do we hut you?" He asked sounding more concerned than ever
"No, these are from my aunt" I though fast, but said it faster. Jack looked at me with a sigh of relief.
"ouch"
"Hang over?"
"yes, i'm never drinking again" Jack laughed.
"i'm gonna go get something to eat." I got up. The hardwood floor was cold on my feet. I walked downstairs and got nothing but stares.
"is that Jacks shirt?" Jonah asked. I looked down. I hadn't noticed that I was wearing his shirt.
"I guess so" I shrugged. I looked in the cabinet, and all we had was oatmeal, ramen, and apple juice. I rolled my eyes and ran upstairs into Corbyn, Jonah, and Zach's room.
"Im postmateing chickfla, do you guys want anything?"
"We are going out to breakfast" Zach said, pulling on a sweatshirt
"Do I have to go?" I asked. Jonah nodded his head
"We don't wanna leave you here alone"
"I don't need a babysitter Jo, Im almost eighteen"
"Almost"
"I turn eighteen in two months"
"Let her stay home Jo, we are only going to breakfast" Jack said walking past.
"and she doesn't feel good." He stuck his bottom lip out.
"fine" Jonah mumbled.
"Thank you." I said with a smile. The boys told me that I would have to be more independent, and cautious. They told me that they where not going to baby me anymore. Thank god, because that was getting annoying.
