Title: Jalex
Rating: 15
Pairings: Jack and Alex from All Time Low!:D
Warnings: Foul language. D:
Summary: Jack doesn't have the best life at home.
Unfortunately, I don't own Jack or Alex D:
JACK
SLAM. My bedroom door forcefully being opened woke me up. Shit. It's him.
"WHAT THE FUCK FAGGOT?!" Dad of the year goes to you. "Why are you not out of bed yet you lazy shit?!"
"S-sorry."
"Just get out of bed will you, you know you're supposed to be out of the house by half 7." That was one of dad's rules. Out of the house by half 7 because yes, he hates me that much..even though school doesn't start until 8.45. But if I was home before 6...well, I don't want to think about what would happen.
Still, it wasn't so bad. Most days would take my guitar and just sit by my tree for a bit. My tree. I swear, if I could be there all the time..I would. I found it a few years back while I was upset, it's where i taught myself how to play guitar and I have been going there ever since. It's nothing special. Just a tree in a forest leading to a small field of grass and hay. But it was mine, and that was good enough.
Apart from school I spend most of my time sitting in the field or leaning against the tree singing and writing songs, my voice isn't awful, but I'm better at playing guitar. Anyway, it isn't like I have friends to hang around with.
Ever since I came out gay last year, the abuse became worse. I knew my dad was alot of things, but I never knew he was homophobic. Coming out was the worst decision I ever made, not only did I get abuse at home, I got it at school too. My 'friends' rejected me and I got beaten on a daily basis. Fun right? Yeah, the scars on my arm can prove it. I didn't like cutting but sometimes I just wanted it all to end.
"JACK?! FOR FUCK SAKE,"I was pulled from my thoughts with a kick to shin. Fuck that hurt.
"S-sorry, I'll get ready now."
"Good, don't want you near me for the rest of the day. Don't be back until 9."
"But dad?"
"Shut the fuck up Jack, I've got an important dinner to go to and your mother's coming with me."
"What about my dinner?"
"You'll have to get something yourself." In otherwords, fuck your dinner. Seriously, I'm borderline anorexic as it is. "And I don't want you in the house before then because knowing you you'd bring back some gay whore and..well...you get the rest."
I hate how ever since I came out people think I suddenly became horny and want to fuck everything. I hate my dad. I hate my so called friends. But most of all, I hate my life.
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