Gone
Disclaimer: I don't own theses lovely boys
Jack is dead. That's still a shock to think. Out of all my brothers I never thought Jack would be the one to go first. Dealing with it seems near impossible. It's been a long night. Bobby didn't want to let go of Jack's body even after the medic came to take him away. Angel disappeared hours ago. I should have gone after him. I assumed Sophie would. I shouldn't have made that assumption. Things between Jack and Angel have always been a little complicated. It was stupid to assume he would be content with Sophie comfort. I made the choice to stay with Bobby. Out of all of us, he would do the stupid thing. Bobby's got a big heart he feels to much. When he doesn't know how to deal with the feels he lashes out, to hurt to wound. Camille called ask if I was coming home. I couldn't leave my brothers. She worried. I have nothing to reassure her with. Sophie left the house hours ago hasn't been back since. The front door opens, closes. Angel stumbles by. Bobby is asleep past out on the couch. It's safe to leave him here for a little while. I follow Angel upstairs he walked right by his room. I find him sprawled out on Jackie bed the kid's pillow clung to his face.
"Are we going to talk Angel."
"Ain't nothing to talk about."
"I think there is a lot to be discussed."
He buries his face in the pillow breath coming in little pants.
"Sophie gone?" I make it in to a question.
"I told her to be gone by the time I came back."
"You need space?"
"Yeah fucking space." He flips on to his back eyes closed tight. "He wanted me to go with him tomorrow to get a new tat. I promised him weeks ago I would listen to his new song. We never got around to it. He was up last night nightmare… I was to busy fighting with Sophie to go talk to him."
"Bobby was there to talk to him. You can't sit around and feel sorry for all the things you never got around to doing."
He sits up eyes narrowed angry rolls off him in hot waves. "Don't fucking tell me what I can do. I made that kid a fucking promise I was supposed to protect him…" his voice broke. I sit next to him on the bed wrap and arm around his shoulder.
"It's not your fault Angel no one saw this coming." The words sound lame to my own ears they are all I have to offer.
"No fucking excuse he was.." he cuts himself off. We sit in the dark and breath.
Morning after isn't any better. Bobby has a hang over Angel is still in Jackie room. They were the closest. The last two in the house. Bobby took care of everybody but Jackie loved Angel like no one else. And that was fine. We all had our place in the order of things. Bobby was the big brother. I was there when he needed to ask questions he didn't want anyone to know he asked. He loved Ma fiercely. She took him in gave him a chance when no one else would. She cleaned him off and gave him a home, love, and three brothers. Angel was everything else to Jackie. Out of all of us Angel went to the most of Jackie shows. He bought him a guitar when his first on smashed. I would get calls at two in the morning from some nowhere bar the two for them fighting for the phone. When Jackie had a nightmare, he went to Angel. When he had an ache under his skin, he went to Angel. When he wanted to be touched, held, treasure he went to Angel.
The front door opens detective Green comes in, Angel walks down the steps a scrawl on his face. Sophie had come back about an hour ago. I don't think they have talked yet. She was smart enough to give Angel time. To bad the police weren't that smart. Bobby face is set in an angry mask, he glares at the cops. I guess it's time for talking.