Stay (3/?)
Title:Stay
Author: graciepoox0
Pairing:Jalex
Rating:R
POV:Jack
Summary:And I'll be here in the morning if you say 'stay'.
Disclaimer:I don't own anything, title and summary belong to Safteysuit.
Notes: at the end
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Ever feel like your being watched? Like no matter where you go, no matter which direction you turn in, someone out there is following your every move? I don't know what made me start running, but I did. As I pushed my way through the crowd, my feet took me on a journey; destination: unknown. I ran down alley ways, footsteps still audible behind me. I was too scared to look over my shoulder, catch a glimpse of whoever it was that made it their mission to catch me. For all I know, it could have been Jason Vorheese, chainsaw in hand, ready to chop my body into pieces.
As I turned the corner, my body collided with another, sending both of us down to the ground forcefully. "Fuck," a familiar voice muttered as he shook his head. The male's eyes ventured my way, and as they did, I knew I was in trouble. "Jack?"
"Rian," I pushed myself up off of the ground and stared down at the older boy. "You didn't see me here, please. Just, just don't tell Alex you saw me. Whatever you do. I don't even know if he's here, but you didn't see me." My feet took off into full motion, as I again pushed through the crowded streets. I heard Rian call after me, but nothing, and I do mean nothing, would stop me from where I was going. A good twenty or so minutes passed when I finally decided enough was enough. My feet ached, and as I turned into a familiar alley, my body slid down against the brick wall. My chest heaved as air tried to make it's way to my lungs.
"Hey Barakat," A male voice called from within the darkness, and an instant feeling of sickness fulfilled my body. My eyes looked up, making out the movement coming from deep within the alley way. A male figure, only 5'11" in height, appeared from the darkness, light from the lamp post on the corner finally touching his body. "I don't think I gave you permission to leave, did I?"
"N-no." I muttered, bringing my knees to my chest. His name was Robert, age unknown, but he looked to be about twenty two, twenty three years old. I didn't know much about the man, nor did I want too. I met him the first night I had ran away at a gas station in town; I had bought him a drink, because well, he really looked like he needed one. He offered me to stay at his "place" (the alley way we were now standing in), and at the time, I thought it was a great idea. But now, not I really fucking regretted it.
"So, why did you then?" He asked, walking awfully close to me. When I didn't respond, his hand grabbed at my arm, pulling me to my feet. "Answer me, god dammit!" Robert yelled, alcohol thick on his breath.
"I-I was hungry, I went to find food.." I responded quietly. My hands clenched and unclenched themselves into fists, trembling as they did. I was terrified, for good reasons. Roberts fingers grabbed at my skin, digging themselves into my arm. I winced at the pain, because although he was short, Robert was strong for his size.
"Oh really, well, did you bring any back?" Robert asked, digging his fingers a little deeper against my arm. I shook my head, biting down on my lip. I could have easily lied, but that would have required me to actually have food to show the older man. "No?" He spat, throwing me against the brick wall. "God dammit, Jack. I didn't bring you here so I can go unhungry." His fist collided with my stomach, and I buckled over at the pain.
I couldn't fight back. I just allowed him to hit me, punch after punch. His fist collied with my stomach again, and as I cried out, asking him to stop, he simply laughed. "You want me to stop, do you?" His hand grabbed at my face, making me finally face him. "You should have thought about that before you ran away, Barakat." His fingers slipped off of my face, clenching into another fist. His one hand rested on my shoulder, allowing himself to be positioned perfectly to send another painful punch to my abdomen.
"P-please, stop." I coughed out, barely able to breathe at this point. The pain was too much, and all I wanted to do was be with Alex. I wanted to be sitting on his couch, watching Home Alone like old times.
After a few more punches to my stomach, Robert finally stopped. His hand slipped around my throat with force, "You better be thankful, Barakat." He pushed my head back, a loud, audible crack surrounded the air. Blood trickled down his fingers.
Everything went black for a while. I could hear voices, being able to make out Robert's and some of his friend's in the back of the alley way. I heard them run, right past my unconscious body. I heard people on the sidewalk utter in disgust as, I'm guessing, one of them collided with one of the other bodies. I heard someone stop. I heard them call my name. "Jack?" They asked. I heard their footsteps coming closer to me. An audible cry came from above me, as I felt hands gripping at my chest. "Jack, oh god, please Jack. Please be alive." The person called out, as the began talking to someone else. "I need an ambulance. Please. I don't know, I'm in an alley way on the corner of 2nd and Richards Ave. No, no I can't fucking wait. I need them here now!" A beep came after that, and my body was pulled into someone's lap. "Jack, please. I love you so fucking much, please hang in there."
Author's Note: Sorry this didn't come yesterday like I planned it would, but I was at the beach. Anyway, I hope you like this. I didn't really know what I wanted to happen with Jack at first, but I like the outcome, if anything. I hope you like it (:
Author: graciepoox0
Pairing:Jalex
Rating:R
POV:Jack
Summary:And I'll be here in the morning if you say 'stay'.
Disclaimer:I don't own anything, title and summary belong to Safteysuit.
Notes: at the end
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Masterpost
Ever feel like your being watched? Like no matter where you go, no matter which direction you turn in, someone out there is following your every move? I don't know what made me start running, but I did. As I pushed my way through the crowd, my feet took me on a journey; destination: unknown. I ran down alley ways, footsteps still audible behind me. I was too scared to look over my shoulder, catch a glimpse of whoever it was that made it their mission to catch me. For all I know, it could have been Jason Vorheese, chainsaw in hand, ready to chop my body into pieces.
As I turned the corner, my body collided with another, sending both of us down to the ground forcefully. "Fuck," a familiar voice muttered as he shook his head. The male's eyes ventured my way, and as they did, I knew I was in trouble. "Jack?"
"Rian," I pushed myself up off of the ground and stared down at the older boy. "You didn't see me here, please. Just, just don't tell Alex you saw me. Whatever you do. I don't even know if he's here, but you didn't see me." My feet took off into full motion, as I again pushed through the crowded streets. I heard Rian call after me, but nothing, and I do mean nothing, would stop me from where I was going. A good twenty or so minutes passed when I finally decided enough was enough. My feet ached, and as I turned into a familiar alley, my body slid down against the brick wall. My chest heaved as air tried to make it's way to my lungs.
"Hey Barakat," A male voice called from within the darkness, and an instant feeling of sickness fulfilled my body. My eyes looked up, making out the movement coming from deep within the alley way. A male figure, only 5'11" in height, appeared from the darkness, light from the lamp post on the corner finally touching his body. "I don't think I gave you permission to leave, did I?"
"N-no." I muttered, bringing my knees to my chest. His name was Robert, age unknown, but he looked to be about twenty two, twenty three years old. I didn't know much about the man, nor did I want too. I met him the first night I had ran away at a gas station in town; I had bought him a drink, because well, he really looked like he needed one. He offered me to stay at his "place" (the alley way we were now standing in), and at the time, I thought it was a great idea. But now, not I really fucking regretted it.
"So, why did you then?" He asked, walking awfully close to me. When I didn't respond, his hand grabbed at my arm, pulling me to my feet. "Answer me, god dammit!" Robert yelled, alcohol thick on his breath.
"I-I was hungry, I went to find food.." I responded quietly. My hands clenched and unclenched themselves into fists, trembling as they did. I was terrified, for good reasons. Roberts fingers grabbed at my skin, digging themselves into my arm. I winced at the pain, because although he was short, Robert was strong for his size.
"Oh really, well, did you bring any back?" Robert asked, digging his fingers a little deeper against my arm. I shook my head, biting down on my lip. I could have easily lied, but that would have required me to actually have food to show the older man. "No?" He spat, throwing me against the brick wall. "God dammit, Jack. I didn't bring you here so I can go unhungry." His fist collided with my stomach, and I buckled over at the pain.
I couldn't fight back. I just allowed him to hit me, punch after punch. His fist collied with my stomach again, and as I cried out, asking him to stop, he simply laughed. "You want me to stop, do you?" His hand grabbed at my face, making me finally face him. "You should have thought about that before you ran away, Barakat." His fingers slipped off of my face, clenching into another fist. His one hand rested on my shoulder, allowing himself to be positioned perfectly to send another painful punch to my abdomen.
"P-please, stop." I coughed out, barely able to breathe at this point. The pain was too much, and all I wanted to do was be with Alex. I wanted to be sitting on his couch, watching Home Alone like old times.
After a few more punches to my stomach, Robert finally stopped. His hand slipped around my throat with force, "You better be thankful, Barakat." He pushed my head back, a loud, audible crack surrounded the air. Blood trickled down his fingers.
Everything went black for a while. I could hear voices, being able to make out Robert's and some of his friend's in the back of the alley way. I heard them run, right past my unconscious body. I heard people on the sidewalk utter in disgust as, I'm guessing, one of them collided with one of the other bodies. I heard someone stop. I heard them call my name. "Jack?" They asked. I heard their footsteps coming closer to me. An audible cry came from above me, as I felt hands gripping at my chest. "Jack, oh god, please Jack. Please be alive." The person called out, as the began talking to someone else. "I need an ambulance. Please. I don't know, I'm in an alley way on the corner of 2nd and Richards Ave. No, no I can't fucking wait. I need them here now!" A beep came after that, and my body was pulled into someone's lap. "Jack, please. I love you so fucking much, please hang in there."
Author's Note: Sorry this didn't come yesterday like I planned it would, but I was at the beach. Anyway, I hope you like this. I didn't really know what I wanted to happen with Jack at first, but I like the outcome, if anything. I hope you like it (: