Velocity-> Jack Gilinsky

Chapter 28

(A/N) I'VE MISSED YOU ALL AND WRITING SOSOSO MUCH! I apologize for my long break from Wattpad and leaving you guys with a boring, crappy chapter, but I still need at least two more chapters for the background of my story, so that in the end, it all makes sense :). It feels really nice to be writing again, and to know that I survived midterms. So with that said, enjoy! (I should be getting back into my regular updating schedule).

*Jack's Pov*

I threw my arms over my head, stretching as much as I could after my nap before getting up and off of the couch. The house was dark and quiet; Sam continued to avoid me and was still pissed at me for freaking out at him, but I was in no mood to play peacemaker. He'd just have to get over it.

I focused on the sound of my feet shuffling against the cool, wooden floor as I made my way to the kitchen. I squinted as the bright but beautiful light of the refrigerator nearly blinded me, causing me to rub my eyes repeatedly. But just as I was about to grab something, the vibration of my phone caught my attention and I carelessly closed the fridge, walking back and forth as I answered without looking at the screen.

" Jack...?"

"It's Jack."

"I miss you, honey." I pressed my lips tightly together, rolling my eyes as I listened to my mom's words. It had been almost a month since I talked to her, but it didn't bother me.

"I talked to your dad... He hasn't seemed to budge. I'm- I'm so sorry that you're alone; I wish we could've been there for you a lot more than what your dad and I have." She sounded weak; as if she'd been worrying about things. I just knew the faint hint of timidness in her voice meant something was wrong.

"Yeah, I wish that too." I spoke plainly, supporting my weight with a hand pressed against the counter.

"But you've got to understand that as a parent, losing a child is one of the hardest things to go through... Your father and I got carried away in our own sorrow, and you- you drifted away from us, Jack."

"Don't you dare even attempt to flip this on me, mom! I lost someone who was like a brother to me, and my sister. She was the one who put up with my bullshit and helped me get through the shitty parts in life."

"Honey, please. I'm not putting the blame on anyone. I just wanted you to know that all three of us were wrapped up in emotions that we didn't see coming, and we never tried anything to make it better-"

"Oh, I've tried, mom. Believe me, I've tried." But she wouldn't know that because she always sided with that jackass I called 'dad'.

"Who's- Who's the girl?" I stood there, stunned, trying to figure out what to say.

"How do you know?" Sammy.

"Maternal instincts. It's difficult for my children to hide things from me." Oh, she'd be surprised. "What's she like?" She continued, weakness cutting through her voice.

"She's someone whose made me a happier person in just a few months than those useless doctors ever could." I realized how defensive I was getting, clenching my teeth together to settle myself down.

"I want to see you, Jack."

"N-no. That can't happen. I'm busy, I've got to go to work-"

"You have a job?" Her voice was higher pitched, and I knew that she was surprised that there was potential for me to actually be a responsible adult, although I wasn't.

"...Y-yeah." No.

"Where do you work?" Now she was only trying to make conversation, but I didn't want to talk. I had wasted enough time.

"That's not what's important right now," I hissed.

"Okay... Well, can you try to visit me while your dad isn't home?" My mom asked shyly, a hint of hope in her voice. I hated for being so stubborn, but it tended to be my support in life. It shielded me from getting too deep in something to the point where I'd be hurt. It happened too many times.

"I've got to go. And don't tell that asshole that you talked to me." I ignored her nearly pleading me to come and see her, hurrying to stop our conversation. Hell knows what my dad would say to her if he knew she spoke to me.

"I really love you, honey. I do... Even if that never gets through to you." The line went silent, and I pressed 'end'.

I slide my phone onto the counter, gripping the edge of it as I threw my head back and sucked in a deep breath, exhaling it slowly. Something was not right, and I fought with myself that I should ignore it and stick to taking care of myself. But it was difficult, even for me, to keep my thoughts in line.

I began to think of Liv, and immediately I could feel my heart thump faster. Just the thought of her made me fall in love, but she didn't deserve me. I didn't deserve her; I didn't have her loving, caring, selfless, and innocent ways. We were total opposites, and although that could be good for us, I started second guessing it as of now. Actually, I was second guessing everything. I know it would crush her, because it was surprisingly crushing me too, but we'd just have to move on. I knew for a fact that Liv would hate me for making her trust and believe in me, but I couldn't stand the thoughts in the back of my mind 24/7. They were nagging; it's as if they kept telling me how much of a useless sh*t I was, and Olivia did not need me there to embarrass her like I had already done before.

(A/N) Any thoughts? I know this is going somewhere that a lot of you probably don't want, but I want to add a little more drama for now.