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CHAPTER FORTY; FAMILY FIGHT

chapter forty
(the frost)

THE NEXT day was the hardest. Jack went to school and came home to find Rebekah gone, he wasn't to worried but it was confusing since she never told him where she was going like she normally would.

Elena was in the life and death stage, being forced to either die or become a vampire due to Rebekah crashing Matt's car off the Wickery Bridge.

Jack had known that night she had left their house to do that and yet he still didn't feel guilty, it was freaking him out. He had this anger inside him that took over the guilt. Elena and them had messed with his family for the last time, Jack was through with them. His family hadn't even done anything except try to leave and of course, they couldn't let that happen. The always expected the worst from the Mikaelson's, always expected blood.

Part of him was happy that for once in his life he felt unattached from the Mystic Falls group. But he also felt like everything he had been working towards was gone, Klaus was dead so what was the point in leaving this town when his family only continued to get smaller and smaller?

He had even found out Kol was dead, which he hadn't at all expected. It hit him harder then a truck when it kicked in he had now lost three brothers. Kol was always nice to him, he was never the monster everyone claimed he was. He was sweet and caring, always putting Jack before himself even when they had first met.

Now Jack was hulled up in his room unpacking his boxes. His entire room had been packed up but now they weren't leaving.

Jack loved this room, the day he met Klaus and moved into this room it had been entirely empty, filled with nothing meaningful. But now it was full of amazing memories, like getting ready for dances, the multiple books Rebekah had gotten for him, the art supplies from Klaus in hopes his younger brother was found of art too, the bottle of vodka Kol had gotten for him was in the corner on his dresser. He even took the painting Klaus had made of the two of them and put in above his bed.

It made him happy, having a small part of his brother still with him.

Even if Klaus wasn't here anymore Jack would remember him alway and forever. Everyone saw him as a monster, back Jack saw him as a misunderstood and badly treated boy. He knew Klaus didn't want to be this way, but he had felt so alone that he began liking being a monster, living up to the title.

Jack picked up the beer he had been drinking, he held it up to in front of the painting with a sad expression, "I'll always miss you, Klaus" he said to nobody. "I'll always need you" he corrected.

He knew he couldn't do anything, and at first it sucked. But he needed to come to terms with this, he didn't want to be sad anymore, he didn't want to be sad forever, he was sick of being that sad boy. He wanted to live.