Shattered & Broken

Chapter 9

I wake up next to jack in his boxers and t shirt again. Im a little hungry so i decide to make breakfast. I get up and carefully walk to the door without waking him but i failed.

"Where are you going?" He asks stretching.

"Im just going to make some breakfast, you can go back to sleep" i say to him.

"No, ill come with" he says getting out of bed. He puts on a pair of shorts and doesnt bother to put on a shirt.

"What do you want to eat?" I ask him.

"I dont care" he says.

We walk downstairs to see a woman sitting on the couch.

Dark hair, almost the same color as jacks.

"Shit! My mom!" Jack whispers.

"I thought she wasnt supposed to be home for another week?!" I ask.

"She wasnt!" He says.

"Mom?" He asks.

"Hi honey, how are y- oh, i didnt know you had 'company'" she says.

"Mom, this is Trin, my friend" he says.

"Friend? Cause to me it looks like you two got laid" she says and i feel my face get hot.

"No..." Jack says.

"Dont play stupid with me young man!" She says, her voice becoming louder.

"But mom! I-" he says.

"I think you should leave" she interrupts, turning to me.

"Um ok" i say but Jack grabs my wrist.

"No shes not going anywhere! Its not my fault you got married to a drunk ass druggie and you couldnt find love!" Jack yells.

"Jack, calm down" i say quietly.

"Love? You call this love?! You two are just children! Stupid little children! You barely know anything about eachother and already think you guys are in love?! You are out of your mind!" She screams.

Tears form in my eyes because i know shes right.

"Im just gonna go" i say.

"Im coming with" he says.

"No jack, ill see you tomorrow, at the funeral" i say.

He comes to me and hugs me.

"Im sorry" he whispers.

"Its okay" i say letting go.

"Who died?" His mom asks.

"Like you actually give a shit!" Jack says.

"Jack stop" i say, "and my mom" i say.

"Oh im sorry" she says.

"Yeah, bye Jack" i softly say and walk out.

I walk home listening to all time low.

I walk in to see Sam in his uniform, packing.

"Whats going on?" I ask.

"I have to go back, tonight" he says.

"What? Arent you staying for the funeral?" I ask.

"I cant, my flight leaves at 9" he says.

"Oh..." I say staring at the floor.

"Where were you all night? Fucking Jack Gilinsky?" He asks.

"No!!!" I say.

"Then why are you in his boxers and shirt?" He asks and i look down. Fuck.

"I spent the night but didnt have clothes so he gave me this. We didnt even sleep in the same bed!" I say.