Don't You Ever Let Me Go. (Jalex)

Burned Down -Chapter 17

[Jack's pov]

I walked into my bathroom and cleaned the dry blood off my face. I looked into the mirror. You look like shit. You always look terrible. I thought to myself. I hate knowing my "Best friend" did this to me. But something tells me Ronnie had a big part of this. One thing I couldn't get out of my mind was what did Alex mumbled before he punched me? Why did he say "I fucking hate you" after he did it? Okay, I lied, that was two things. 

I sat on my bed. I looked over, the unopened envelope just laid there. I sighed, I guess I could open it. 

Jack, 

I do still have the sock monkey and drawing. I understand everything. It's not your fault. 

You have a sister and brother, May and Joe. Of course they would be your half siblings. You even have a step mom. I hope one day yo----

That's all I read. I crumpled the paper up and threw it towards my garbage can. He replaced me, he replaced mom. He really didn't want me. He probably only kept the fucking drawing and sock monkey just to remind himself that I was the kid who ruined his life. The kid that made him disappointed. He threw away all the years of us playing catch, building the tree house. Everything. 

Not to mention he just left and never came back without a goodbye or anything. I know I was the one who said he didn't want me but if it wasn't true, then he should of at least given me an explanation then instead of nearly 5 years afterwards. But no, instead he never told me why he left, he never came back, he got married to someone else, and had more kids. He probably never told any of them about me. None of them. 

I stomped down the stairs and looked at my mom with anger filling me to the core. I had tears brimming my eyes as I glared at her. "Why didn't you tell me?" I screamed. She flinched, clearly not expecting that. 

"Jack sweety what are you--"

"He fucking replaced me! All those fucking years of being his only son, and he never came back, he started a new family and forgot I even existed. I fucking hate everyone!" I stormed out of the house and ran down the side walk. 

I stopped when I reached the hardware store. I walked in and bought a sledge hammer and gasoline. I paid for the items and walked out. 

I looked at the one memory I wanted to forget. The memory I had to forget. That fucking tree house. 

I let some tears escape my eyes as I walked towards it and repeatedly hit it with the sledge hammer. Wooden boards fell to the ground as I hit them. Before I went to far and destroyed the whole thing I went into the tree house and tore down all the posters I had hanging on the walls. I took the items out and threw them to the ground. If anything in the tree house that belonged or was related to my dad, I left them. 

I exited the tree house and looked up at it from the ground. I picked the gasoline up and soaked the whole tree house with it. The inside, the outside, everything. I stepped back and pulled the lighter I had hidden in my pocket for a long time. I stared at it before I flicked it to create a flame and set the tree house on fire. 

I watched as it burned. "Go to fucking hell, Bassam Barakat." I mumbled before I walked away the remaining items in my hands. 

[Alex's pov]

"Today, a random wild fire was spotted in a field. The fire destroyed a small tree house that has been there for years. Fire fighters say that anything could have caused the fire. It could have been just the heat on the wood, but it's suspected that someone intentionally caught the tree house on fire. More on this story as information is revealed." The anchor women on the news said. 

My heart started to pick up pace. Tree house. Old. Field. Fire. Destroyed. Jack! I took no time in slipping on my shoes and running to the Barakat residence. 

I knocked on the door frantically. 

"Alex, dear, how are you?" Joyce answered the door and smiled at my presence

"I'm good Mrs.Barakat. Can you tell me if Jack is here?" I asked. 

"Yes, he just got back. He is rather angry though, it has something to do with his father." She explained. I shook my head. 

"Do you mind if I talk to you for a few minutes?" I bit my bottom lip, nervous as I looked at the women in front of me. 

"Sure thing, let's talk in my bedroom." She led the way to her room, I followed closely behind her. 

"Now, what's on your mind?"

"Well, Jack, I-I was the one who hurt him today. I got pressured into it. I'm sorry. To make it up to Jack I want to-----"

[A/n: Lol, you thought I was actually going to give away the surprise? Nope! Cliffhanger!!]

[Jack's pov]

I laid on my bed. The burning of my tree house was on the news, not like I mind or anything. I had to get rid of the memory one way or another. I haven't spoken to my mom since I was yelling at her. 

I looked out my window and saw Alex running towards my house. I groaned, hasn't he done enough? Just when I thought my mom was going to yell my name, she didn't. No one knocked on my door, no one pleaded for me to talk to them, nothing. Everything was rather silent. 

I scrunched my eyebrows together, why would Alex come over and not want to see me? That's strange. But who the hell cares about Alex anyway? He doesn't and never will understand me. I thought he did, but I was just lying to myself this whole time. 

Alex Gaskarth was and always will be the rich prick.