Chapter Twenty-Three

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"What's the matter Sean? You don't like this?" he started to rub me, I kept crying as I kept trying to escape. "No! No! Pl-Please s-stop!" I cried out, sniffling as I slowly felt my energy go away. The door opened and in comes Sam, looking worried as ever, "Jack are you oka- Jack?!" tears ran down my face, she shouldn't have to see this! "G-Get out Sam! N-Now!" I ordered, as he finally took his hand from out my jeans and threw me to the floor. Sam stood there, shocked as she tried to say something. "Get o-out! N-Now!" she slowly nodded running out the room and into hers as I could hear the door slam shut. My dad turned me over and kicked me, only to pick me up by my shirt and drag me to my feet. I stood up shakily as I tried to keep my balance, he came up behind me as he took me by my hair and threw me down the stairs. Using my arms as I tried to block most of the stairs. I rolled down most of them as I landed on the last three. Completely drained from doing anything else, whatsoever. I heard his footsteps walk downstairs, my breathing was uneven, body twitching slightly, vision going in and out, struggling to stay awake. 

I closed my eyes, feeling so much pain, slowly opening my eyes to see him right in my face. He snarled, slapping me as I winced in pain. "You fucking gay piece of shit! Die in hell! You are a disgrace to this family, that's why no one loves you! No one will ever love you!" he yelled, he gave me a disgusted face, taking me by my hair as he raised a fist, throwing it to my face repeatedly until he threw my head backwards. Hitting my head on the stairs as the last thing I felt was complete agonizing pain. Then everything turned black... 


Sam's P.o.V 


I curled up in my bed as I continued to listen to the yelling that took place downstairs now. Why did Dad do that to Jack?! Just because he likes males shouldn't be the cause of his misery! Shouldn't be the reason he gets abused! I heard the disgusting remarks Dad kept saying to Jack, until all went silent fifthteen minutes later. I heard the front door slam shut and the car pull up and leave. I slowly crawled out my bed and peaked my head into the hallway, looking downstairs as I saw Jack passed out on them. 

I looked around for any sign of Dad and when I found none I made my way downstairs. He looked so disheveled, his clothes wrinkled and half off, his tear stained face, bruises that was starting to form... Overall... He looked so... Horrible... Tears ran down my face as I shook Jack, "J-Jack? W-wake u-up p-please... J-Jack? A-are y-you okay? Please wake up..." I whimpered out, I had got no response as I feared the worst. I can't leave him here! I have to help him, I took his hands and lifted up his head as I used all my strength to dragged him up stairs, at least I can get him to my room. My breathing became staggered, even though he wasn't that heavy I couldn't pick him up or help him up the stairs like he could do with me. "U-Ugh!" I whimpered as I fell on top of the stairs, letting his hands go as I fell. 

Taking a deep breath, I attempted to pull him up again. This time, I got farther up the stairs, heaving as I pulled him up with all my might. As I kept my motivation to do this strong. It felt like centuries but I finally got him up the stairs, opening my room door I took him by his hands again and dragged him inside, again, I don't like the idea of dragging him around but at this rate, I have no choice but to do so. Once we were in, I took precaution and closed the door, catching my breath as I placed my hands under his underarms as I lifted him up and thankfully placed him on the bed. My breathing was heavy, but I still manage to lay him down properly as I placed a pillow under his head and covers over him. Taking a minute to catch my breath and recover, I got back on my feet as I went downstairs, getting a bowl of water and cup of water, as well for a rag. Placing the rag over my shoulder, I picked up both items and walked carefully upstairs. Once I got into my room I set the rag and bowl of water on my nightstand, picking up Jack's head and tilting it forward, I got his subconscious mind to drink some of the water. Once I couldn't get him to drink it anymore I placed the cup aside and dipped the rag into the water, wringing it out before damping it onto his head. 

Looking over his body, I wiped away blood and fixed up the wounds with bandages I had found in the bathroom. I couldn't get the image out my head, when Dad had pressed Jack against the wall... Poor Jack... He must be traumatized... And I didn't do anything to help... I felt tears run down my face as I let the rag go and buried my head into his chest. "W-Why Jack...? Why? Why do you insist of taking a-all the hits...? W-why did t-this happen t-to us...? A-are w-we bad people...? I th-thought only bad p-people g-get tr-treat poorly... B-being t-the way you are... Sh-shouldn't b-be why you g-get hu-hurt like this... Or w-why h-he used th-that language he did... Y-You're a-amazing Jack... I-I love you... M-Ma loves you... M-Mark lo-loves you... I-I know he does.... Back in America... I always used to hear you two's late night t-talks... Or sk-skype calls... Ev-even when he was here... I s-saw how m-much you meant to him... I saw how much he meant to you... B-Because of you two... I-I know wh-what a real relationship is... B-Because of you... I k-know wh-what a real f-family is... Y-You never want me to get hurt... You never allow me to get hurt... You always m-make me laugh... Or t-tell me things that I hang onto... I'm s-so sorry... W-we have to go through this... I-I wish Ma w-would wake up... I want to go back h-home... I lo-love you Sean... Thank you s-so much... For everything you done so far... T-to help me... Big brother..." 

I lifted my head off his chest, sniffled as I wiped my face from tears. Fixing him up as I placed everything to the side, carefully crawling into the bed with him as I laid next to him, snuggling my head into his chest as I held onto him. "I love you Sean... T-Thank you f-for everything... O-one d-day we'll be a-able to leave this broken h-home..." I murmured, feeling my eyelids get heavy as I slowly eased myself to sleep. 




A/N: Again! I'm sorry if this triggered anyone! I don't mean or use any words that Jack's dad said. I don't promote or condone anything that Jack's dad does, this is all fiction, this is not real. 


~Leah Out  


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