It Still Hurts (Jalex)

6

He was at my doorstep. His hand tapping on the wood in quick motions.

He thought I wouldn't answer, but he was wrong. I'm sick and tired of running away from my problems. So actually, I will answer it. With the little strength that I had, I pulled the door knob. Jack was standing there, his hair wet from the rain that I didn't know was there.

He was wearing a suit, but the pants were torn at the bottom and the sleeves had dirt all over them.

"What the fuck happened to you?" I asked, looking him up and down. He was sniffling a little bit, but he couldn't use the cuff of his sleeve to whip away the snot that was beginning to fall from his nose. He looked pathetic. And with all of the anger in me, I laughed at him. Of course, I didn't laugh at his face. But God, was my brain in hysterics.

"C-Can I come I-in?" He shivered out. I backed away from the door way and let him in.

"You stay on the door mat while I go get you a change of clothes." I told him, running upstairs and grabbing whatever I could find. Whilst upstairs, I informed my sister that Jack was here.

I tossed the change of clothes to Jack, looking away because I knew he probably had to change his boxers too. It would be better for him to change in my room, but he would track up the house.

"I'm decent." He said, informing me that it was okay to turn around. I had chosen a Green Day t-shirt and some red basketball shorts so he was comfortable. We kept a stack of towels by our shoe case for days like this, so I told his to use that to dry out his hair the best that he could.

"Come and sit down and tell me why you're here." I said bluntly. Honestly, there was no time to beat around the bush. I. Just wanted to know why he chose me to come to in a time of chaos other than the other people he had in his life.

The couch dented beside me, causing me to sit closer to him than I really wanted to. Quickly, I scooted back to my side of the couch, using the edge of the couch to hold my place.

"He hit me." Jack said. A lump formed in my throat, but I shoved saliva down to try to minimise it. "We were on a very formal date. I was having the time of my life. Then when I asked him to take me home, he wouldn't. I was okay with it until he put his hand on my thigh. I kept on pushing away, but he told me to stay put. Then when I attempted to climb out of his car, he grabbed my wrist. I yelled for him to stop but he climbed over to the passenger seat and beat me. I'm so scared, Alex." He cried.

And he was scared. I knew that when I let him in.

Truth be told, I was scared too. Because he was sitting here crying and all I can think about is kissing him.