Manage Me, I'm a Mess

I need some time just deliver the things that I need for now

(a month later)

I giggle when Alex jumps onto my back as we walk down the street,
'Can we go to hot topic? I need a new hoodie.' he says softly,
'Do you really need a new hoodie?' I laugh,
'Yeah, I want a baggy one that doesn't have holes in it.' he chuckles,
'You put the holes in then when you chew the sleeves.' I point out,
'I can't help having anxiety.' he mutters,
'I know babe.' I turn the corner and gasp, Oli is walking towards us,
'Turn around.' Alex whispers,
'Too late.' I whimper,
'Jacky! Baby!' Oli grins menacingly,
'He's not your baby.' Alex snaps, jumping off my back,
'Do you want me to break you Alex?' Oliver smirks,
'I think you should leave.' Alex shrugs and Oli's hands fly to Alex neck but my boufriend brings his arm up skilfully and blocks him, instead Alex's hands go for Oli's jacket collar and slams him against a wall, 
'I think you should just leave me and Jack the fuck alone.' Alex spits, lifting his knee and pressing it against Oliver's crotch, the English boy whimpers in pain as Alex's knee presses harder,
'I don't want to have to hurt you Oliver. So you have a choice. Leave. Or I'll make you.' Alex hisses,
'I'll go. I'll leave you alone.' Oli whispers,
'Not yet. There's one thing you did to Jack that you deserve back.' Alex smirks and uses one arm to keep Oli against the wall as he gets his wallet out his pocket, he pulls a small blade and slices across Oli's arm, its only a small scratch, but he screeches out,
'Alex stop, that's enough.' I whisper and pull him back, he drops the blade at Oli's feet and takes my hand, 
'Never come back Oliver.' I snap and pull Alex away quickly,
'Im so sorry, I went too far. I just hate him so much.' he whispers and I hug him,
'Its okay darling. I'll doubt hell bother us again.' I say softly, stroking his hair, 'Now let's go find you a new hoodie.' I wink at him and peck his lips.

(a few weeks later)

-Alex's POV-

Me and Joyce and sat on the sofa, her arms around me tightly while we talk about looking into counselling,
'So this is what you want?' she asks,
'I think so. I love Jack and he helps a lot but I need someone professional to talk to.' I sigh,
'Okay hun, we'll sort something out.' she says quietly,
'Don't tell Jack.' I whisper,
'Honey, you know he won't judge you, right? He still goes to counselling sessions himself.' she sighs,
'Yeah, I know Joyce, but I just want to tell him in my own time, once... If I start getting help.' I say gently and she hugs me,
'Im always gonna be here for you, you know? For the both of you. I know neither of you are actually my sons but you are my babies.' she whispers and I chuckle, kissing her cheek.