It's Chase's Pov from My Standers
You sigh for the fifth time this morning as you waited for Jack's daily cleaning schedule to be done. You'll never give Jack extra time. You feel that the albino didn't need it. A smirks spreads over your lips at your own thoughts as you grab the bell from the bedside table. With a few flicks of your wrist the bell chimes loudly throughout the large house. You then hear light shuffling, before Jack walks into your room with a nervous smile. You chuckle, amused by the nervous sight of the boy and frankly aroused too.
"Come here, Jack." And you pounce him once he does.
You are now huffing bitterly as Jack left your room to tend to the (bitter) love marks (wounds) the you'd given him. It's not like it mattered if the albino was bleeding a little. You could have just licked it off for him. Jack is so stupid. You scuff and wait for Jack to come back. Then a few minutes pass. He still hasn't come back which was reasonable, but you feel inpatient now.
"I'll just go find him."
You do just that and leave the room in without getting dressed, bell in hand. There is no need for cloths since this is your house.
When you do find jack it's the place he always goes since it's the only room with a lock. Ah, you always forget to remove it from this one bathroom. No wonder he uses it , but you feel anger for his fear. You do everything for him, yet he fears you. Why? You haven't a clue.
"Jac-" you start but you stop yourself from yelling when you hear soft sobs come from the other side. You press your ear closer to the door, however, you can't make out any of the words Jack is sobbing about, but it must be about you.
Jack shouldn't be crying. You growl. How pathetic can that albino be?! You have given him everything! You've done everything within your power, yet, you feel like you've been the one in the wrong. Yes, you've been rough with Jack before so why does this feel... wrong? Why does the things that you've been doing for years seem out of place for some reason.
"Ugh." Your head starts to hurt out of nowhere. It's been happening for years, but Wuya said it was just a miner headache.
'If it were just a miner headache then I wouldn't have one every time... I hurt jack.'
Your mind starts reeling. Did Wuya lie to you? No, she couldn't have. She's a family friend. But why does everything feel like lies?! Your head is in so much pain with all the questions running miles per-minute. 'Why is Jack crying? Did I hurt him? Did Wuya lie? Have I done something without knowing it? Was I drugged or cursed? Why is there so much blood on the flo-'
You stop thinking completely after that last thought. Blood. All over the floor. Your mind is sent reeling again and you're back to thinking again. Why haven't you noticed it? When did it get here? Is it... Jack's?
You kneel on the floor and touch it. It's fresh. It must be the albinos. You're not bleeding, your cats are in their own room, and Wuya is away on business. She won't be back for another month. Apparently this trip was something she said was important, but now you know that's obviously a lie. You also know that Jack is hurting, but you won't do anything. You've failed. Jack will always be the victim. You ruined him. It's already too late and he'll never forgive you.
Whoever could forgive you?
You shut your eyes tightly and ring the bell that's been in your right hand this whole time and Jack's sobs become louder. Fat tears fall from your eyes. You can't fix this. Nothing can fix this.
Everything thing has been a misconception and... it's all your fault.
