jack johnson's little sister » a jack gilinsky fanfic [completed]

Chapter 8

I sit anxiously on my phone, on my bed scrolling through some more hate.

What happened to the old Mack? The one that didn't give a shit. she one that would always be happy. the one that would always see the good in things.

"Mack?" I hear him call from the bathroom...

Fuck.

No.

Please, no.

"Yeah?" I ask from the other side of the door, not knowing if he is still doing his business.

He opens the door and holds up the razor, one eyebrow raised, "what about it? It fell out of my eyeliner sharpener" I shrug, acting casual.

He pulls me back, by my waist and looks at both of my wrists and sighs hugging me. "If you ever need to talk to me, I'm here." he says and I just nod, being this tired, didn't really had a lot of energy. "You tired babygirl?" He asked and I nod my head again. He lifts me up bridal style and put my under my covers.

He kisses my forehead "nigh princess." And as he was getting up I pull him down so he was snuggling with me.

He puts his arm around my waist as I nestle into his chest, and slowly drift to sleep.

-

It's been a week.

And in that week; the name calling has gotten worse from the girls and fans.

All of them think I'm a slut.

Just because the night I broke up with Sam I needed someone to comfort me.

Does that make me a slut?

Am I really a slut?

Ugh this is all so confusing.

I feel my phone vibrate and I pick it up

Lauren: ur fat.

Everyday, that's all I get, is messages from them, saying things like that.

I sigh and get up and walk into the bathroom to take a shower.

My cutting has gotten worse; more on my thighs, arms and stomach.

Maybe I hurt myself so no one else can.

I just get into the shower and do what I have to do.

When I get out I get my underwear on and put on yoga pants, a sports bra and a sweatshirt.

I put my hair into a high pony tail and walk downstairs to see nobody, common.

But then I get a text message

Gilinsky: ayee. wanna go have lunch?

Me: I already ate.

That is such a lie.

I haven't eaten, I've barley talked, or even left my room.

Gilinsky: okay?... But how are you doing?.. About the whole Sam thing ?

Me: haven't talked to him, but I'm doing better, I promise.

I'm such a liar.

Gilinsky: you sure? Cause your brother said you aren't really leaving your room..

Me: I'm fine, I'm just tired.

When are my lies going to stop?

Gilinsky: well, I still want to hangout, I'm gonna come over.

I sigh, knowing that I can't stop him now, once he says something, he's going to do it.

I grab some water and sit on the couch and watch TV until he walks in and sits next to me.

"What's up with the sweats and stuff?" He asked.

I shrug "I'm just cold." Wow. What a lie that was.

He came over next to me and put his arm around me, causing me to smile.

I stand up to throw my water bottle away and Jack follows. "Go away" I joke and he just half smiles

"Never" he says before picking me up, while hugging me and I hug back and smile.

His phone rings and he sets me down.

"Hey...your house?...I don't care... alright, see you when you get here." he says and hangs up.

"Who was that?" I ask.

"Your brother"

"What did he want?"

"Oh, just saying that some people are gonna come over and hangout."

I nod my head and just think about all of the possible people that could be coming over.

And the next thing I know, my brother, Emily, Toby, Nate, Vanessa, and some other guys, and people I wish I never met; Audrey, Sam, Jackie, Jazmin, Ally, Alexus and Lauren.

I roll my eyes and unlock my phone to get another text.

Fabian: haven't talked to you for a while!

Me: ha, hi.

Fabian: everything alright?

Me: honestly Fabian, no.

Fabian: what wrong?

Me: it's hard to talk about, sorry.

I feel bad that I told him I'm not okay, but didn't tell him why.

"Truth or Dare!" I hear my brother yell, and Jack pulls me over to the group, me next to him and Toby, like the party.

If this is like the party then this isn't ending good.

"Mack" I hear Jackie say and I roll my eyes "truth or dare?" Still not doing a dare.

"Truth" I say, and Jack kinda groans.

"Are you suicidal?"

"What the fuck, what kind of question is this?" I ask, obviously not going to answer the truth.

"Okay, then how about a different one" Jazmin says and anger boils in me "have you cut yourself?"

"Forget this, I'm not playing anymore." I say standing up, walking over the couch and up to my bedroom.

"Still the suicidal bitch I remember" I hear Ally say under her breath, and I ignore it and keep on going to my bedroom.

When I get there I shut the door and fall onto my bed and grab my pillow and cry into it.

Then I hear the door open, I take a breath and wipe my tears and look up to see Jack & Jack, Skate and Sam.

I roll my eyes and fall back onto my pillow. "Guys, let me talk to her." I hear Gilinsky say, and the a leave closing my door. "Talk to me Mack." He says and sits in front of me while my face is still in my pillow.

He sighs and comes over and rubs my back, I turn around so I'm facing him, and he frowns and wipes the tears that have fallen from my eyes.

"Why did you just leave?" He asked and looked at the door "why did those questions bother y-" he stops himself and looks at me.

"You didn't." He says.

I just look away and go back to my pillow and sigh. "You have to let me see, I want to help you babygirl" he says in a soothing voice.

I shake my head no, he sighs and gets under the covers with me and we end up cuddling, he pulls me close.

"You're fine with me. But Mack, you need to tell me, or show me.." he says looking down at me.

I sigh and sit up, so does he, I roll up both of my sleeves, to show some fresh cuts from last night. "Oh my- Mack.." he says taking my wrists and looking at them.

I silently pray to god he doesn't want to know if I cut anywhere else. He pulls me into a right hug and I cry into his shoulder.

He rubs my back and sways us from side to side, as I get more and more tired.

From sleepless nights, and of life.

I squeeze him harder as I take a deep breath and close my eyes, and soon drift off to sleep, and with that, my feelings for Jack Gilinsky have came back.