Manage Me, I'm a Mess
I was all for you, you fell over my love
(two months later)
I open the front door and hear shouting upstairs, fucking hell, Jack and Oli are arguing again, that's like the third time this week and it's only Thursday.
I walk upstairs quietly and stand out of view but I can see them, Oli has got Jack slightly backed up against a wall while he yells something about him not giving him enough. It makes me sick.
'Oli please! Stop it! Alex will be home soon!' Jack begs,
'And?! Why do you care? The relationship you have is sick anyway! He's your foster brother, you shouldn't treat him like you do!' Oli yells,
'He's not like a brother to me! He's my best friend Oliver!' Jack exclaims,
'Don't back chat me.' Oli snaps, pushing Jack back further,
'Oli...' Jack whimpers,
'You're so pathetic you fat fuck! Look at me!' Oli shouts, jerking jacks head up roughly, my hands clench into tight fists,
'You are so useless.' oli snaps before kissing Jack aggressively, who pushes him away,
'You will let me kiss you.' Oliver shouts, slapping Jack harshly, his hand colliding with my best friends cheek, I charge forward and tear Oli away from him,
'You fucker!' I yell and kick his ankles, causing him to fall, I kick him and punch him while he's on the floor,
'Alex!' Jack screams and pulls me away, 'Oliver get out!' he sobs, holding me back as I struggle to get to the British boy,
'You fucking-' Oli starts as he gets up but Jack cuts him off,
'Just get out of my house!' Jack screeches,
'I never loved you, you ugly shit.' Oli spits and slaps jack again and punches me in the gut, hard, before running off, I pull myself out of Jacks arms and run to the ensuite bathroom, throwing up the contents of my stomach, mainly because Oli punched me but also because I'm worked up and disgusted,
'Fuck, Alex!' Jack gasps and runs to me, he rubs my back gently as I stand up straight and wipe my mouth,
'Are you okay? Let me see your face.' I croak and lift his chin up, running my thumb over his red cheek and catching the blood on his lip, 'Im going to fucking kill him.' I growl,
'Stop. He's gone now. He won't come back... I really know how to pick them, don't I?' he sighs and I hug him,
'I'm so sorry.' I whisper,
'Its my own fault. You warned me.' he say softly, 'is your stomach okay?' he asks,
'I'm fine. Don't worry about me when I'm worrying about you.' I smile sadly and he let's out a breathy laugh, he blinks at me and suddenly tears start rolling down his cheeks,
'Oh Jacky.' I breathe and hug him, he starts sobbing hysterically so I lift him up and carry him to our room and get into his bed, cuddling him tight, 'I'm here for you Jack.' I whisper.
(a month later)
'Hey.' Jack says as he walks into our room but I don't say anything,
'Alex?' he asks and I stand up quickly and rush to the bathroom, locking the door, 'Alex, what's wrong?!' he exclaims, I ignore him still, getting my blade out. I don't even know what's wrong. I'm just upset today.
'Alex if you don't come out I'll get my mum.' Jack says desperately.
'Alex honey?' Joyce says softly, tapping on the door, 'its just me Alex.' she sighs and I open the door, tugging my sleeves over my knuckles,
'Whats wrong baby?' she asks and I shrug,
'Come sit down.' she sighs and takes my hand, guiding me to my bed,
'Are you hurt?' she asks and I shake my head, 'Ill?' I shake again, 'Has someon upset you?' Shrug, 'Something happen at school?' shrug, 'Lexy, talk to me, I care about you a lot.' she whispers and I whimper and lean against her, 'Alex, I can help, you know... I've dealt with Jack's problems, you can tell me anything.' she whispers,
'I'll be fine... C-can you just send Jack in?' I ask and she nods, kissing my forehead.
Jack approaches me cautiously and I grab his hand and pull him onto my bed, 'Are you okay?' he asks,
'I'll be fine. I'm just tired and worked up.' I whisper,
'I noticed you've been tossing an turning and getting up a lot during the night recently.' he sighs,
'Yeah... I keep having the same dream.' I breathe,
'Whats that bud?' he asks,
'Oliver hurting you.' I mumble and he kisses my forehead,
'He's never coming back. I'm over him completely.' he whispers.
I open the front door and hear shouting upstairs, fucking hell, Jack and Oli are arguing again, that's like the third time this week and it's only Thursday.
I walk upstairs quietly and stand out of view but I can see them, Oli has got Jack slightly backed up against a wall while he yells something about him not giving him enough. It makes me sick.
'Oli please! Stop it! Alex will be home soon!' Jack begs,
'And?! Why do you care? The relationship you have is sick anyway! He's your foster brother, you shouldn't treat him like you do!' Oli yells,
'He's not like a brother to me! He's my best friend Oliver!' Jack exclaims,
'Don't back chat me.' Oli snaps, pushing Jack back further,
'Oli...' Jack whimpers,
'You're so pathetic you fat fuck! Look at me!' Oli shouts, jerking jacks head up roughly, my hands clench into tight fists,
'You are so useless.' oli snaps before kissing Jack aggressively, who pushes him away,
'You will let me kiss you.' Oliver shouts, slapping Jack harshly, his hand colliding with my best friends cheek, I charge forward and tear Oli away from him,
'You fucker!' I yell and kick his ankles, causing him to fall, I kick him and punch him while he's on the floor,
'Alex!' Jack screams and pulls me away, 'Oliver get out!' he sobs, holding me back as I struggle to get to the British boy,
'You fucking-' Oli starts as he gets up but Jack cuts him off,
'Just get out of my house!' Jack screeches,
'I never loved you, you ugly shit.' Oli spits and slaps jack again and punches me in the gut, hard, before running off, I pull myself out of Jacks arms and run to the ensuite bathroom, throwing up the contents of my stomach, mainly because Oli punched me but also because I'm worked up and disgusted,
'Fuck, Alex!' Jack gasps and runs to me, he rubs my back gently as I stand up straight and wipe my mouth,
'Are you okay? Let me see your face.' I croak and lift his chin up, running my thumb over his red cheek and catching the blood on his lip, 'Im going to fucking kill him.' I growl,
'Stop. He's gone now. He won't come back... I really know how to pick them, don't I?' he sighs and I hug him,
'I'm so sorry.' I whisper,
'Its my own fault. You warned me.' he say softly, 'is your stomach okay?' he asks,
'I'm fine. Don't worry about me when I'm worrying about you.' I smile sadly and he let's out a breathy laugh, he blinks at me and suddenly tears start rolling down his cheeks,
'Oh Jacky.' I breathe and hug him, he starts sobbing hysterically so I lift him up and carry him to our room and get into his bed, cuddling him tight, 'I'm here for you Jack.' I whisper.
(a month later)
'Hey.' Jack says as he walks into our room but I don't say anything,
'Alex?' he asks and I stand up quickly and rush to the bathroom, locking the door, 'Alex, what's wrong?!' he exclaims, I ignore him still, getting my blade out. I don't even know what's wrong. I'm just upset today.
'Alex if you don't come out I'll get my mum.' Jack says desperately.
'Alex honey?' Joyce says softly, tapping on the door, 'its just me Alex.' she sighs and I open the door, tugging my sleeves over my knuckles,
'Whats wrong baby?' she asks and I shrug,
'Come sit down.' she sighs and takes my hand, guiding me to my bed,
'Are you hurt?' she asks and I shake my head, 'Ill?' I shake again, 'Has someon upset you?' Shrug, 'Something happen at school?' shrug, 'Lexy, talk to me, I care about you a lot.' she whispers and I whimper and lean against her, 'Alex, I can help, you know... I've dealt with Jack's problems, you can tell me anything.' she whispers,
'I'll be fine... C-can you just send Jack in?' I ask and she nods, kissing my forehead.
Jack approaches me cautiously and I grab his hand and pull him onto my bed, 'Are you okay?' he asks,
'I'll be fine. I'm just tired and worked up.' I whisper,
'I noticed you've been tossing an turning and getting up a lot during the night recently.' he sighs,
'Yeah... I keep having the same dream.' I breathe,
'Whats that bud?' he asks,
'Oliver hurting you.' I mumble and he kisses my forehead,
'He's never coming back. I'm over him completely.' he whispers.