Jack's POV

I held my breath as Alex reached for the zipper to his hoodie. He pulled it of slowly revealing the multiple cuts, burns, and bruises covering his arms.

"Fuck." I mumbled, covering my mouth with my hand completely dumbstruck. Alex you need to go to the doctor or something for-" I started, still amazed by how beat up he was.

"No!" He cried cutting me off. "I can't. No way. My father would kill me." He explained.

"Well this is going to kill you if he doesn't!" I replied pointing at his arms.

"Jack why does it even matter to you? It doesn't effect you. It's not like I have anywhere else to go."

"You- You could live with me." I stuttered. His face faltered quickly

"You're supposed to hate me Jack. Just like all the other football players." He stated sadly.

"Says who?" I said raising an eyebrow, smiling slightly.

"Jack- please just bring me home." He said quietly pulling his hoodie back on.

"No." I stated simply, turning down my road. "You aren't going back there." 

"Don't do this Jack." He stated quickly. "You'll regret it."

"Maybe I will." I shrugged, completely ignoring his comment.

"At least let me go talk to my father, you can wait right outside and watch the whole time. If he does anything you can help." He said. I just nodded, and turned the car around towards his house.


I pulled into Alex's driveway my heart pounding like crazy in my chest.

"I'll be right outside if you need me Lex." I stated getting out with him. He just nodded, his face white as he walked inside leaving the door cracked open for me to peek in.

"Is that you Alex?" I heard a older male voice say sternly.

"Y-y-yeah." Alex stuttered. I watched as a older man with dark brown graying hair walked into the kitchen.

"What do you want?" The man snapped, eyes angry.

"I'm leaving." Alex said quietly. I watched in horror as the man sunk his fist into Alex's stomach.

"The fuck did you just say to me fag?" He snarled angrily.

"You heard me." He gasped, now on the floor clutching his stomach. I watched as his father lowered his fist onto Alex again and again.

"What the hell are you doing?" I snarled as I slammed open the door.

"Who are you?" The man snapped pointing an accusing finger at me.

"Why the hell does it matter?" I asked walking over to him until we were face to face.

"Get the hell out of my house!" He screamed at me.

"Gladly!" I fought back. A jabbed my elbow into his stomach before I walked over to Alex and helped him up. We walked to the door, me supporting him the whole way.

"You're lucky I don't put a fucking hole in your scull." I snapped at Alex's dad before I slammed the door.

"You okay Alex?" I asked pulling him over to the car.

"Y-yeah." He stuttered sitting down on the seat his eyes blank.

"It's all gonna get better Alex, I promise." I said rubbing his knee comfortingly