Jackunzel Drabbles (The Original)

Meet Me At My Window

I could use a hero right now

You could use someone to save

Someone like me

Someone who’s not brave

Someone who’s not free

Meet me at my window….

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Jack looked down at his cut hands, wincing at the sight of them. They hurt like hell, stung every time he touched the chemicals on the floor. He didn’t dare say a word, only set his mouth into the straight line and his features go blank. He grabbed the rotten toothbrush once more and continued to scrub the grout of the kitchen, the bleach and bristles picking up the dirt ground in. 

"Jack! Are you fucking done yet?" a shrill voice screeched from the living room. The teenager winced at the sound but set his jaw, keeping his blue eyes on the ground. He heard the sound of heel behind him but didnt turn around.

"Hey, freak show, I’m talking to you." she hissed. Jack sat back on his calves, his ripped jeans had chemical burns yet he was shoeless. He didnt turn around still.

"Yes, Ms. Gothel." he said, his voice was monotone.

"Ugh, I dont know why that man makes me keep filth like you around." she said walking passed him on the hard tile floor of the kitchen. She was wearing her going out clothes, her inky black hair curled around her face like snakes. "We should’ve left you at the orphanage with that little idiot of a girl."

Jack listened to her sip her tea out of her expensive china. His shoulders tensed at her insult towards his sister. His hands clenched the toothbrush in one and tile in the other. He had to bite his tongue to keep from lashing out.

"I want the floors done by the time we get home along with the floors in the bathrooms." she walked over to him, her bony manicured hand grabbed his white locks hard and pulled his head back t look up at her, "If it’s not, you’re back in the trunk tonight." She smiled down at him before clacking her way out of the house.

Only when he heard the main door close did it punch the tile below him. He gasped in pain as the cuts on his knuckles opened again, staining the white floor red. He closed his eyes,

"I’ll be 18 next year…" he mumbled to himself, "I’ll be 18 next year…"

He began to scrub the grout again, ignoring the stinging in his hands. He got used to ignoring pain. His younger sister and him had been in the system for almost five years now, jumping from foster home to foster home. Nothing would split them apart and even when he was thirteen he refused to leave his little sister behind. Some homes were better than others, while some were worse. He learned to put up with the bad ones unless it was Emma getting hurt. Than he go them out.

They had been fostered by Gothel and her wealthy husband for 9 months now. Her husband waned to take in Emma not him but they were a packaged deal. While the husband was home, Gothel was the sweetest foster mother. While he was away, Jack learned to be the punching bag so that Emma went unharmed. This was the life that she deserved, being pampered and going to private school.

He only was in the system for one more year before he could get a job and gain custody Emma and get out of here. He felt a twinge of pain in his chest though. He couldn’t give Emma this kind of life, this kind of wealthy community or the nice house and clothes. And if he left, he would never see her again.

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The floors and bathrooms were done by the time Gothel returned from her outing. Her husband was away on a business trip. Emma came home a bit later that night, helped him with the floors before making it look like she was up doing homework while Gothel was out. Being her husbands favorite, Gothel reluctantly had to treat Emma with gentle care. She played the part and sent the girl to bed before she took out her displeasure with herself on him.