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Jack, Spot, and Race: No Sleep

The front door opened. "Love? Spot? Where are you?" Jack said, gaining on the bathroom door.

"We're in here Angel!" Spot called, making Jack open the door.

"Hey Loves. Are you okay, Racer?" Jack asked, sitting in front of Race on the floor.

Spot shook his head and told Jack "Race wanted to tell us something."

"I relapsed today." Race said, crying into Spot's shoulder.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Spot asked, rubbing Race's back.

"You don't have to if you don't want to." Jack reassured Race, placing his hand on Race's thigh.

"Well, the Delancey brothers were picking on me and they told me that I was worthless and stupid and ugly and fat and..." the boy's sentence trailed off and the crying commenced.

"I think that it's time for bed and Jack and I will kick some Delancey ass tomorrow." Spot siad, lifting Race into his arms.

"Love, promise us something." Jack consoled the crying boy in Spot's arms.

"What Handsome?" Race asked, yawning.

"Promise us that if you ever feel down, even just a little bit, you will come and find us and do your best not to relapse." Jack said, looking sympathetically at Race.

"Okay Jacky. Buonanotte ragazzi miei (Goodnight my boys)" Race mumbled, slipping into his native tongue.

*end of flashback*

Race POV

I picked up the blade and pressed the cool metal against my skin. My conscious didn't want to, but my body craved the feeling of the dark, viscous liquid pouring out of my skin. I looked at my wrist to see six blade marks. The sight of fresh blood on my skin made me realize that I had made a mistake. I picked up my phone and I pressed on Jack's work contact.

"Kelly Enterprises, this is Makayla Hearst, how may I direct your call?" the voice on the other line said.

"Is Jack Kelly in?" I responded to the lady.

"Yup! Do you need to be transferred?"

Yes please, thank you!"

After a moment of silence, I heard Jack's voice say "Kelly Enterprises, may I ask who's calling?"

"Jacky, it's Race, can you come home early, I have something really important to tell you." I

"Yeah, sure. I'll be home in twenty minutes." Jack responded, much to my liking.

I said goodbye and hung up the phone. Walking in the kitchen, I got a call from Spot.

"Hey Spotty!" I exclaimed.

'Hey Pumpkin. Jack told me that you wanted him to come back home. Do you need me to come home too?"

"I was actually just about to ask you if you could come home. Can you?" I asked.

"I'll be there in ten."

I opened the refrigerator, and got out some of the food I made last night. I heard the door open and I hid my wrist.

"Racer? You home Love?"

Jack was home.

"Hey Handsome. I'm in the kitchen!" I called from where I was sitting on the counter.

"Hey. Are you okay? Have you been crying?" Jack asked.

"Hey Pumpkin! You home?" I heard Spot call.

"We're in here Darling!" Jack responded.

Spot walked into the room. He walked over to the two boys, and sat on a chair.

"Are you okay, Pumpkin?" Spot asked, holding my hand.

I shook my head. "I-i relapsed today, and I didn't want to but my body c-c-craved it." I stuttered, shaking and crying.

"Shhh. It's okay. I just wish you would have told me on the phone Love." Jack replied

"Yeah. Come here Pumpkin." Spot agreed, opening his arms.

I fell into my boyfriend's arms and cried into his shoulder.

Jack wrapped his arms around me and Spot. We moved to the couch and we stayed like that for the rest of the night

*Major Time Skip*

Jack and Spot were asleep. The perfect time to start my plan. I walked downstairs and grabbed a pot and a spoon. I made my way back to the bedroom, and I opened the door.

I walked into the bedroom and started banging the spoon against the pot.

"Y'ALL DIDN'T LET ME SLEEP THE OTHER NIGHT, SO NOW YOU AREN'T GONNA SLEEP!" I yelled.

The two figures in the bed sat up.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Love?" Jack mumbled

"A couple nights ago, you guys were doing the do, and I couldn't sleep because of it. So now, I'm getting payback."

"Whatever Pumpkin. Come back to sleep. Jack smells like sawdust." Spot groans holding his arms out.

I put my pot and spoon next to the bed, and climbed into the bed, my beloved boyfriends next to me.