No Expression
Thank you to those that reviewed, I really am touched. It is always a pleasure of reading your thoughts.
So. In. Her. Own. head: Why, I appritiate your thought of this story. Plus, you should keep consider moving on with your story. No one can tell you that there is no potential in your art of writing. Prove those bastards wrong! 3
Bluefrosty27: Thank you for being honest. Though, I hope you know I'll try my best to make you bawl- in a goodish way, but hey, this story will be sad...
Natalia Faye: Haha, sorry love, all part of the bizz. Hate to beak it to ya, but this story may not have a happy ending- at least, not for the father. But hopefully progression to a great ending will be thought out. And don't worry *hands you duck tape* for your broke. heart. ;-)
Derpy Seahorse Genes: Why, thank you! I try to capture every emotion detail. Deep down, even though he did not know it, Jack had Jackson still alive in him.
Thanks guys!
Disclaimer: don't own lyrics or characters.
Warning: Relationship abuse, child abandonment, cursing, mild violence, shit load of angst and sadness, Heavy stuff.
~Some minor words in the lyrics will be changed to fit the story. Song remains the same.~
Have you ever loved someone so much,
You'd give an arm for?
Not the expression- no- literally give an arm for?
(299 years later)
A total of nine months had past since the Battle of Pitch, and when Jack Frost- winter child of the moon- accepted his lifetime role as the Guardian of Fun; when he decided to become part of a group that protects the children of the world. All had been well. Jack had a minimum of eight or nine believers; all lived in the same town of Burgess. Small, and not as much as the other Guardians who had nearly the whole world of children that had belief in them, but based in what Jack had witnessed when they only lost a quarter of their believers... He figured that he'd stick to a little less believers population.
Besides, at least he had some that knew of his existence.
On this particular day, Jack had decided to visit Tooth. Once he arrived at the ToothPalace, he was not surprised by the ambush of small baby fairies tackling his frail form, squealing in happiness. Jack laughed.
"Hey guys- haha!- I know, I know, I miss you guys too," Jack exclaimed. A soft order of, "Alright ladies, that's enough, let him breathe."
The swatm soothed by their mother's voice and quickly flew back to attend their business, expect for one which was- of coarse- Babytooth. Jack smiled brightened more as he cupped the cheerful fairy in his hands, in which she cuddled onto his thumb.
"Hey, BT! How'ya been?" Jack giggled.
Baby Tooth squeaked small noises that Jack translated best he could and shrugged. "I'll take that as a good reply."
"She really misses you," Tooth exclaimed, hovering down in front of Jack. Jack was amazed to see the queen of fairies in a different wear. Her eyes were more brighter and her complexion looked more... Mature.
"Woah! Tooth what happened to you?" Jack asked.
Tooth smiled gently at the younger spirit and placed a motherly hand on his shoulder. "Things. Unspeakable things- you would not believe it."
Jack smirked and leaned his ear in. "Soooo... You gonna tell me?" he asked excitedly. Tooth nodded. "It'll be a pleasure! Come, follow me!" she chirped before zipping away. Baby Tooth hovered out of Jack's palms, but stayed at his side. Jack gazed at the small fairy. "Wonder what your momma's got to show me?" he asked.
Baby Tooth smiled, for she knew the answer and with that, she zipped to follow her mother with Jack right behind.
Jack was lead to the familiar cubbies of teeth canisters, which had various fairies placing teeth in each of them they had just collected. He had only see this part of the ToothPalace only a time or two, and each time it made his eyes sparkle in awe.
"Wow. Busy as always, eh Toothy?"
Tooth chuckled. "You can say that again." The Tooth fairy flew to the near top of the teeth canister cubbies. Jack watched her search the rows for a moment or two- he could hardly believe she could memorize which canister is whose. Finally, Tooth grabbed the canister she was looking for and flew back down to Jack with a wide smile written upon her face.
She held out the item towards him.
Jack accepted the item and gazed at the picture. It was his. Jack couldn't help but smile at his old self's face in the front, grinning mischievously. The winter teen looked up at Tooth. "Tooth- um thanks, but I already saw my memories. I know who I am, and I won't be able to forget for a long while."
Tooth still kept her smile and gazed down at the canister. "I... You asked what happened to me, right?"
"Yeah. I mean, you look more... More..."
"Powerful?'
Jack shrugged. "I guess."
Tooth flexed her fingers, studying her nails. "I discovered a new power I am capable of just about a week ago."
Jack raised an eyebrow. "Whoa, wait- you said discovered a new power?" he asked in an amazed voice. Tooth looked at the winter spirit with a sad smile. "When Manny made us who we are, Jack, we too weren't given full answers. Each of us has a mystery."
Jack felt something twist in his stomach, along with relief. So he was not the only one? Manny kept a few things from the one and only Guardians as well.
"Like me," he whispered.
Tooth nodded. "Yup. Like you."
"So are you saying that me just making snowballs and ice isn't all that I am capable of?"
"Well, you should know, Jack. Looking back to the battle with Pitch. You are more powerful than you think."
Jack rubbed the back of his neck. Yeah, he hadn't thought about that? He seemed to do well during that battle. He sure overpower Pitch Black at certain points. When Sandy had "Died" something formed in Jack that had caused him to blow a fuse and sent that wave of ice. It was even more shocking when the frozen mares exploded in a rain of black ice.
So Tooth was telling him that wasn't all?! How exciting is that!
"Wow. I had no idea... So..." Jack smirked, "what about your new power?"
Tooth brushed her fingers against the canister. "You could only see the most important- the good important memories of childhood, basically it was to how much one tooth could hold..." To a final brush, Jack's canister opened, revealing a few still shiny white teeth of various sizes. Jack furrowed his eyebrows. "Um... Tooth, why do I have so much... Lesser teeth than everyone else?" he asked.
Tooth smiled cheekily at that and pinched Jack's nose, causing the winter Guardian to stiffle a sneeze. "Ohh, that's because you take so much care of your teeth Jack! Golly," she picked the inside of Jack's mouth with no warning whatsoever, "I would not be surprised if you still have your teeth from before you were made a spirit!'
" uAh- Tooah! Out o' mouUt!" Jack tried speaking.
Blushing, Tooth pulled away. "Sorry..." She then lifted the canister of teeth towards Jack, jiggling the small teeth in his face. "well, I have discovered something quite awesome... Now you can only see a minimum of memories right?"
"Right?"
Tooth leaned in, wiggling her eyebrows, "what if I told you I can expand those memories?"
Jack's eyes widened. "No. Way."
Tooth giggled excitedly and zipped into the air, doing a twirl. "Yes way!"
Jack followed in pursuit, flying in front of her. His eyes sparkled and his smile was wider than ever. "Y-you mean that I can see more of who I was?! What was more to my life before Jack Frost?!"
"Yes!"
Jack laughed joyfully and zipped Tooth in a strong embrace. "Wow! Tooth, this is fantastic!" It truly was. Jack was desperate to know the much deeper things in his life he did not get to see before. He wanted to know things he never knew.
His memories showed only five or six scenes of his last life, but never gave in on the details, and the first time watching them back in the South Pole, Jack had so many questions that... Didn't regard to his Guardianship.
But now, he actually had opportunity to regain any missing pieces of his old life. He could finally actually know who his sister was or what was it like with his mother. But then... After receiving his memories, everything Jack saw through his three centuries of loneliness and invisibility and that he didn't understood but felt familiar with, he now actually (sorta) understood why it was there.
Yet, still he had millions of questions.
Millions of thoughts.
Millions of wonders...
Jack licked his lips as he stared upon the canister in Tooth's hands with desire sparkling in his eyes. "C... C-can I see them?" he asked nervously. Tooth smiled and nodded, handing Jack the canister, but before Jack's cold fingertips could brush against the object, Tooth pulled it back. Jack made a silent pout and sighed.
"What's the catch?" he asked. Tooth placed her small hand on his shoulder with a firm glare.
"Jack, before I give you this," she shook the canister, "you must know that as once you enter your memories, it will only allow you to take small breaks before dragging you once more inside; so meaning, when you resurface out, we must hurry to get you a snack or some water, but for all I know, you can just pass out any moment. Also, these memories are very vivid, so it is okay to feel tremendous amount of emotions... Are you still sure you wish to continue?"
Jack rolled his eyes with a goofy grin. "YAWN! Come on Toothy, you're killing the excitement I'm feeling!"
Tooth nodded firmly, then called out to a herd of fairies above them, "okay, Girls! Get us some pillows, two water bottles, and a blanket!"
Immediately after a few squeaks, the herd raced off and returned a few moments later with two fairly large pillows, a small blue blanket, (a box of tissues? Jack quirked an eyebrow), and two water bottles followed by ice chips and a cup of frosted flakes; the set them on the floor below Jack and Tooth.
Tooth motioned Jack to sit on one of the pillows, which Jack frantically obeyed the gesture, while she sat on her own, sitting straight with the canister in her hands. When she noticed Jack's questioning look, she spoke, "It is my priority to keep you from going comatose, I still don't know how risky this could actually be. Also, you might... Breakdown I guess?"
Jack's eyes slightly widened. "Breakdown? What, like emotionally?"
"Yes. Jack, some memories can be too tragic for you to carry upon your shoulders with other memories. Plus, you may be able to feel SOME of others emotions and feelings. I'm not too sure."
So that's why the tissues were there?, Jack thought to himself, eyeing the box.
"Oh. Okay..." He might just breakdown from being so anxious and nearly bursted, "now can I see it?!"
Tooth giggled and handed the winter boy the canister, in which he greedily held in his palms. He took a deep breath and bit his lips, hovering his fingers over the colored surface. Jack gazed back up at Tooth with a hint of uncertainty. Tooth noticed and nodded with a reassuring smile. "Go on, Jack. I'll be with you when you come back."
Jack smiled back and nodded, gazing back down at the object in his hands.
Okay... Here we go, Frost...
Another breath he took, before finally brushing his fingers lightly over the opening like Tooth had. Almost immediately, his eyes enlightened with colors as the canister opened magnificently in shades of color, before a bright white light enclosed him and his surroundings including Tooth.
Once again, Jack Frost entered his memories... And Jackson Overland Frost took hold of his eyes.
The night was black, but the skies were reigned over by diamonds; the forest surrounding the small part of Burgess was silent, but still, small nocturnal creatures roamed the ground and tall pine trees; one by one, houses dimmed by the candles going out, yet still, a few villagers conversated outside.
On the far end of the area, rested a neatly built cabin, the same as majority of homes. Only this house had a small face peeking out through the window. It was a boy with ruffles of brown hair flopping over his big brown eyes, rosy cheeks that weren't too chubby, and a small nose that wiggled as a small dust flake from the curtain landed upon the cute tip.
This was Jackson Overland Frost; only then, he was four years old.
A look of confusion filled the child's face, but his eyes never wandered from the trail that llhad cabins lined at each side, allowing entering carriages to travel down the open road. Sadly, none were of Jackson's interest. Still, he never moved from his spot.
"Jackson? Jackson! Dinner!" came the soft call of Mary Overland, his momma.
Jack hesitated. He did not want to leave his spot nor give up the watch. But the small growl of his tummy made him decide otherwise. The small tyke bit his lip with uncertainty in his eyes. He could just take a few bites- then return!
Right? He wouldn't miss a thing.
No... Just a bit longer!
"JaAckson~ don't make me come and get you myself," Mary sang in her stern tone.
Jack made a tiny whimper. He pouted. He really did not want his mommy to come and get him, scariest darn thing in the world, and he knew it. So, Jack slumped and dragged his body away from the window and traveled his tiny feet quickly to the kitchen. There, he was met with Mary, scolding him with a teasing frown; she stood there by the diner table, holding that beautiful pregnant glow.
Her beautiful eyes traced over her child's pouting form and a small strand of her short hair hung damply to her sweaty forehead. Jack had his head hung low in shame, and as an apology, he ran over and hugged his mother around her legs; his cheek pressed softly against the small bump on her stomach.
"Sowwy, Momma," Jack murmured, then kissed the tiny bump, "sowwy sissy."
Mary chuckled softly and petted down the messy ruffles of her baby boy's hair. "Me and sissy, forgives you, sweetie... Now how about you take a seat and eat, hm?" she suggested.
Jack nodded meekly and walked to his chair that had a small stack of books on the seat. Mary offered to help her child, but Jack only shook his head. "Uh-huh! I got it!" he exclaimed. Mary smiled in amusement, seeing Jack trying to hop on the practically tall chair. He was able to place his tummy on the edge of the chair; his small legs kicked as leverage in a rapid pace.
"Awmost dere!"
"Aw. Here, let me give ya a little push, sweetheart. You did good enough." With that, Mary lifted the tiny body and set him on his rump upon the stacks of books. Seeing Jack's disappointed frown, she laughed and pinched his cheek. She was able to crack a giggle from the boy.
"Aw. Don't worry, you are strong enough, my little caveman."
The two sat in odd silence as they ate their delicious stake and bread with a side of corn and green beans.
It had only been close to fifteen seconds when Mary noticed the look on Jack's face.
It was pulled at a frown- sad or confused- and his big brown orbs stared at the plate as he messed lazily with the corn, not even taken more than two bites. It wasn't that Mary did not know what was going through Jackson's head, she knew very well, but she knew that if she didn't ask, then Jack wouldn't probably-
"Momma. Whewe's Papa?"
Mary bit the inside her cheek, cursing in her head. She stayed silent for a moment and took one more bite of her bread before looking at Jack with a soft smile, though deep inside she was infuriated.
"Um... Daddy is busy right now, Jackson," she replied.
Jackson picked a piece of his steak with his fork, bit did not even made a move to bite down. He had lost his appetite. "When will he be back?" he asked. Mary took another moment of silent, casting her eyes to her plate.
"Soon," she answered.
"When's soon?"
"I don't know, Jackson."
Silence rang around them. Jack frowned down at his plate and dropped his fork before pushing his plate away from him as far as his little arms could go. The small dish rested at the middle of the table and Mary just stared at it, then at her son with a questioning glare. Jack shrugged.
"I'm not hungwy."
Mary bit her lip and nodded before reluctantly standing to her feet. "Me neither," she whispered as she grabbed both of their plates and taking it to the pot. She dumped the left over in the pot in a careless manner, then walked to the metal bin that she would take to the lake to clean out.
Jack watched his mother's tired movements. He was about to offer her some help, but the sudden shuffle of heavy steps behind him turned his head to see a tall broad man standing at the kitchen entry; he was skinny, but muscled, had broad shoulders, and a shadowed beard across his chin and cheeks. Bags hung under his dark brown eyes, giving him an older complexion. The clothes he wore were over worn and saggy just a bit, and a long cloak hung over his shoulders.
The man looked like a ragged mess, but based upon Jack brightened face, he looked like God himself.
With no hesitation, Jack jumped out of his chair. "DADDY!'" the tyke squealed as he embraced the tall man's legs.
Trevor Overland Frost looked down at the small boy hugging his legs and chuckled a heart filled, deep, gruff laugh and lifted Jack in his hands. "Jackie!" he crooned, throwing the child up in the air and catching him in a strong embrace. "Hey baby boy," he whispered as he held his child close. Trevor pressed his cheek on the top of Jack's head and felt his heart turn to mush as he felt tiny hands clutch at the back of his cloak and the head of his son snuggle into his shoulder.
"I miss you, Daddy." Jack whispered.
He felt his father tense under his words, but thought none of it.
CLANG CLASH TING!
Both turned their attention to the sudden loud clutter coming from the metal bin where Mary was leaning against. Jackson was curious when his mother bowed her head and ran a sloppy hand through her hair. He wondered why she trembled.
Was mommy okay?, he wondered.
"Momma?" Jack murmured.
He looked up to Trevor, only to see that his father had a sad look as he trained his eyes Mary. "Daddy?"
Trevor looked back down at Jack with a soft smile (barely) replacing the distress of his face. Leaning his head down, Trevor kissed Jack's forehead and set the tyke back on the floor. The man crouched down to his son's (slight) level. "Here, me and Mommy have to have grown-up talk. Go to your room, okay, baby boy?" he asked.
Jack blinked. "Is it about sissy?" he asked.
Trevor chuckled, cupping his son's face. "Yes. It's about sissy."
"You won't weave will you?" Jack asked; plead filled his small voice followed by a slight trembled of his voice, indicating fear. Trevor shook his head and pulled his child into a warm embrace. "No, son. Daddy will be right here," he said.
Jack nodded. "Okay. You pwomise?"
Trevor only stared at him for a long moment before kissing the top of his head again. "Go to your room, baby boy," he said gently.
Sighing, Jack obeyed and walked out the kitchen. He didn't get far though. He was only halfway through the living room when his small ears picked up the few words of his parents. The toddler looked over his shoulder with a twinkle of want in his eyes. He needed to know this...
If it was about sissy, he needed to know.
Still, Jack hesitated and bit his bottom lip. Finally, he walked back to the kitchen entry, but stayed out of sight. Unoticed, he peeked his head over the side.
He saw his papa sitting on a chair and momma watching him from a few feet away from the table. A nasty look Jack was not used to seeing was on his mother's face as she stared at his daddy. Did daddy do something bad? Why was mommy looking at him so ugly?
Trevor sighed. "Hey Mary... Food?" he asked in a small, tired tone.
Mary's bottom lip quivered but she still did nothing but frown and glare. "The food that I make in this house hold are for those who live and STAY here," she bit out sternly. Trevor let out a long sigh.
"Fair enough," he whispered.
Jack watched his mother stare down his father for a VERY long moment, before she reluctantly gave in and with a roll of her eyes, she grabbed a dish and fixed a meal for Trevor; the stressed pregnant mother placed the plate down in front of her husband who almost- after giving her a sencere "Thank you"- immediately began DEVOURING the meal. Jack stood there with the same confusion on Mary.
'Daddy will get a tummy ache if he keeps eating like that' thechild thought to himself.
Mary ran a hand down her face, partially covering her mouth."My God, Trevor. Don't your... freinds... feed you?" she asked horridly mixed with venom. Trevor (his plate half finished) paused mid-bite and swallowed. He was quite for moment, then he decided to speak.
"What makes you think I was with them-"
"STOP," Mary inturrupted. Her voice made Jack flinch, for he knew it was the kind of tone she used when she was REALLY mad.
"Just STOP, Trevor. You think I don't know where you go off to and stay around for DAYS?"
Jack saw his father drop his fork and go slump.
His mother's glare barely softened and with a soft frustrated groan, she dropped hef head in her arms. "... Four days, Trevor... you were gone for four day; it's not as worse than usual, but that is not where I'm getting at... It's about Jackson."
Jack leaned a bit in by the mention of him. He saw his daddy's head lift up instantly. "Really? What about him?" Trevor asked in a concern voice. Mary lost his gaze and looked down at the table.
"He asks me almost every minute of the day- from dusk to dawn- where you're at or why you are never home." Her voice shook in both sorrow and stress for their child. Trevor's shoulders dragged by her statement and he gazed down at his dirty boots.
"And what do you tell him?" he asked.
Mary snorts. "That you're busy," she replies.
"Busy?... does he believe you?"
Jack frowned. Of coarse he believes. It's true is it not? Daddy is busy doing work so he could help with mommy, sissy, and him. But where else did Daddy go?
"Yes... but..."
"But WHAT?"
Jack saw his mother flinch under his father's tone- a tone he hardly EVER used. Mary let out a deep sigh before standing up from her chair.
She was silent for a moment, before...
SLAM! Her fists went rough the table, startling both Trevor and Jack.
"I can't keep telling him that, Trevor!" she yelled. Her eyes were laced in fury and frustration, "Jack is getting older, he will start questioning and one day he will want a better explination for your absences-"
"Then make up an excuse!"
...
Jack flinched the same time as Mary did- only Mary took a step back as she held her arm aroud her bump. She stared at Trever with full blown disbelief.
"..." her eyes grew cold again, swelling with unshed tears, "h-how... how can you even SAY that, Trevor?!" she croaked. Jack felt the sudden urge to make his mommy feel happy again. She should't cry! It is not good for his sister.
"Is that what this family is to you?! A burden in need to be covered with EXCUSES?!"
Trevor stood from his chair and walked over to his wife, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Mary, Jack's in the other room, don't make him hear this-"
Jack was shocked when Mary shoved Trevor back. It was so unlike her to do such; his mommy loved his daddy and always accepted his hugs and kisses. But why doesn't she want those now when she's sad? Does she want Daddy to make her happy?
"Then don't give him a reason to hear it, Trevor! Why can't you just love us and stay home?" Mary snatched Trevor's hand and placed it on her bump. "You're supposed to LOVE your family. They are supposed to be you're number one priority to make sure they are clothed, fed, safe and LOVED. You promised that you'd help me. That you would alway be there. Don't you rember what you told Jack as you held him for the first time?... do you Trevor?"
"... That I would always be there for him. That if something were to happen, I would be the first it'd happen to-"
"And that he would never have to do a man's job too soon."
Jack chewed his lip. Did... did his daddy really say that? What did it mean? Hm... His face brightened suddenly. So Daddy would stay?! He promised he would never leave him, so did it mean he was staying?!
"... Go, Trevor. Go talk to him..."
Jack gasped. Oh crud. Quickly, Jack raced away from the kitchen and darted to his room, already hearing his daddy right behind him. He knew he would get in trouble for being nosy, and that was something that was never good; he hated to disappoint Mommy and Daddy.
Once the child made it inside his small room, he crawled onto his bed and sloppily threw the covers over himself just in the nick of time when the door creaked open.
"Jackson?" the voice of his father whispered. Jack, trying his best to look clueless, turned around to see his daddy stepping inside the dark room with a lit candle stick. Jack couldn't help but feel the excitement wash over his tiny form. "Hi, Daddy," he whispered. Trevor smiled softly and walked to the fairly small wooden bed, sitting at the small area at Jack's side. He placed the candle on the nightstand next o the bed.
Silece was shared between between the two. Trevor stared affectionately down at his child, then moved his hand gently up, brushing Jack's bangs from his eyes, then cupped Jack's tiny face. Jack leaned into the touch, feeling secured, safe, and relaxed.
He loved his daddy, and he knew his daddy loved him. Jack admired his father. He saw his father as a brave, hard working man. Something he wanted to be when he grew up.
His daddy is a good man... right?
"Hey, Jackson... Is that true?"
"What's twue, Daddy?"
"About... asking your mothef where I am at everday at every second? Are you stressing her too much, son?"
The tired tone in Trevor's voice made Jack look down in shame. The child clutched at his blanket. "I'm sowwy," he whimpered, "I just wanted you home. I don't know if you'we huwt or sad..."
Jack was engulfed in two broad arms and held close to Trevor's chest. Eagerly, the small frail boy snuggled in his father's warmth. Everytime Trevor returned from long journies, Jack would miss his daddy holding him like this. He always felt guarded. But Daddy had been gone for so long. Jack thought he had the right to know if Daddy would come home soon or if he was hurt or lonely. He did not want his Daddy hurt.
He didn't want him lonely
He didn't want him scared.
He just wanted him to stay home and take care of mommy and sissy and him. A tear unconciously slipped down the child's face as he clutched onto Trevor's shirt. "You don't need to weave, Daddy. I pwomise we can take care of you. I pwomise I will be a good boy- I-I won'f get into twouble,I'w take cawe of Mommy and sissy. You won'f have to fo a thing. I just wanf you to stay home. You can teach me how to iceskate. or take cawe of the sheep. O-or show me how to hunt."
Jack felt his father's body tremble once... then twice... then more...
"No..." It was bearly audioable, but Jack could hear it. Like a silent prayer. Then, Trevor spoke.
"No, Jackson... No no NO." Before Jack could understand, he was pulled back from his daddy's chest and held by the shoulders in front of Trevor. His daddy's face was shadowed, but by the moon's light, he could see fresh tears streaming down his face.
"Jackie... Baby Boy... You can't... You can't take of me. It's MY job to care for YOU. Don't carry my burdens on your shoulders. That means don't try lifting me up when I fall.
Jack sniffled. "What you mean, Daddy?"
He was then, once again, pulled close to Trevor's chest. He felt his daddy's fingers card through his hair and felt soft kisses being blessed upon his head. Steadily, Jack was slowly rocked in his father's arms.
"When I'm gone, Baby Boy... When I'm gone."
The next morning, when Jack awoke, his bed was empty. When he went to look around the house for his daddy... There was no sign of him anywhere. There wouldn't be any sign of him for a couple of years...
Within a flash, Jack was yanked from his memories, and like a floodgate had just opened, the youngest Guardian was hit with vast emotions.
Hate... Confusion... Sadness...
Gasping, Jack clutched onto his chest and made a low growl.
"Jack? Jack you okay, honey?" Tooth's voice spoke. Jack clenched his teeth. "No..." he growled (a voice he was not familiar with) "I am not okay."
His big blues were washed with fury. His father abandoned him... For... FOR HIS OWN PERSONAL FUN?! Jack whimpered and curled into himself. The canister shook in his hand, and his whole body shook. His mind screamed hatred for Trevor. His heart screamed pain.
"It hurts, Tooth," Jack croaked. A tear slipped down his cheek.
"It hurts so damn much..."
Yeah. I know, not a perfect place to stop at, but this will hopefully be the last time I cut a chapter like this. Read and review, make me feel Gooooooodddd