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

Chapter 15

"I hope you feel bad you asshole." I can hear Jack J yelling at Sammy.

"For what? I was just saying what's on my mind, damn."

"Well what you said, is mentally fucking up my sister," he says and stops for a brief second "don't come near her again."

"No promises" Sammy says and I hear the front door close.

What does that mean?

Jack is passed out next to me, while I lay awake, looking at the ceiling.

What am I going to do?

What questions are people going to ask me?

Eventually I finally fell asleep, to the safe feeling of being next to Jack.

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I wake up, to see it's raining out at its 12 pm, nice.

I stretch and see Jack isn't in bed with me, so I go and take a shower.

I put on basketball shorts and a sweatshirt.

As I walk downstairs, I get picked up and I immediately knew it was Jack, and I just let him.

"You look so skinny," he says with a sad sigh.

"Jack, don't go down that road." I say and he puts his hands up in surrender.

I giggle and get a water, again not feeling that hungry.

"Not hungry?" He sighs a sad sigh.

"I'm sorry, Jack. But I'm not going to force myself to eat if I'm not hungry." He looks down and comes over and hugs me.

"I just don't want to loose you."

"You won't. I promise."

-

"Sammy!" I cry as he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. "put me down!" I scream hitting his back and kicking.

"Shut up bitch!" He yells and spanks me. I got quiet and cried as he took me god knows where.

Where is Jack? Why hasn't he came home yet?

My brother went over to Emily's, Skate was with Toby, Vanessa and Audrey were at work so I was alone with Jack, well suppose to be.

And now, I'm getting kidnapped.

He throws me into the back of his car.

"Now you shut the hell up or I'll kill you, understand?" He asked looking at me.

I nod, not wanting to speak.

Jack Gilinskys POV

I walk up to her house to see the front door open?

My heart is already beating at an unreal pace. "Mack?" I yell, no answer.

Where could she be?

I run up into her bedroom to see she isn't there.

"What the fuck?" I ask myself.

Where is she?

I run back downstairs and into the living room to see a note on the coffee table.

You want her?
Come and find her.

Good luck.