Dear Life [Discontinued]

21

(y/n) - your name

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"Repeat that one more time." I huff out in annoyance as I glared at Jackson.

"No. I know you understood me." I cross my arms in front of my chest as Jackson scratched his head.

"Is he ok though?" Jackson whispers, closing my bedroom door softly. I sigh and shrug.

"I don't know Jackson. He's traumatised. He won't talk to me. At all."

"(Y/n)... I don't think you can help him by yourself." Jackson purses his lips as he follows me downstairs.

"I'm the only one he trusts so far." I grimace, remembering how those men beat up the poor boy last night.

But I can't leave him.

He needs me.

"You can't possibly look after 4 kids." Jackson gasps out.

How the hell did he know what I was planning to do!?

"We looked after a whole orphanage. Shut up." I roll my eyes and start cooking some breakfast for my boys. Jackson sighs out in defeat as he leaned in the countertop.

"(Y/n)..." I sigh and grip the ledge before turning to Jackson.

"I know I'm not a proper mother. I know that I don't have the proper skills to look after kids. But I'm trying here. And I want to try. I want to keep trying."

"I know. I know (y/n). But you can't do this by yourself anymore." I lean my hip against the countertop, standing before Jackson.

"I'm not alone. I have you, your parents, and Kris and Mark."

"But we can't always be here."

"I know. That's why I don't want to depend on you guys too much. Jackson, trust me. I'm not at my limits yet. Plus, that boy up there, he needs me." Jackson nods, a small smile on his face. "I know you're worried about me. I've been strong for a goddamn long time. I can keep going."

"What's all this emotional sap going on!?" I jump and look past Jackson's shoulder to see Kris waltzing in with random people and boxes of stuff.

"What the fuck Kris!? What are you doing here!?"

"To help you spruce this place up a bit! Plus Jackson told me what happened."

"Kris, shut up..." Jackson whispers before looking at me sheepishly.

"You big mouth." I glare at him as Kris side hugs me.

"How's my favourite girl?"

"She's your only girl, love." Kris laughs heartily as Mark walks in, shooting me a large smile.