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Because I never stop writing.
It's quite sad.
I leaned against the doorway, my eyes still bleary from sleep and watched as Jack emerged from his room dressed. Bobby had already gotten dressed and given me a kiss goodbye, telling me to stay home for a day. Try to stay out of trouble.
Jack walked across the hall wearing a black hoddie and his regular tight jeans. He smiled noticing the drowsy state I was in. He slid his arms around my waist giving me a series of quick kisses. "Enjoy yourself today right?"
I snuggled myself into his hoddie closing my eyes again. "Mmh warm." My hands slipped under his hoodie and ran up his chest.
I felt him sigh and take my hand out from under his shirt. "We're gonna have an in house date tonight. Something normal. Until then get some sleep."
I stood on my toes giving him a kiss. "Okey dokey."
He gave a little laugh and pushed me out of the room. "Just so you know we get to do the gas thing again."
I smiled and crawled back into bed. "Have fun."
Jack stood watching me from my doorway.
I realized he wasn't going anywhere. "Something wrong?"
He smiled shaking his head. "No. Just thinking how much I love to see you sleep." He tapped the doorframe with his knuckles. "I just prefer it when you're in my arms."
I smiled and closed my eyes. "Me too."
Later That Night (yes I felt like being corny & breaking the fourth wall for a moment) :
I heard a knock at the door and opened it slowly. Jack looked tired but once he saw me, he froze taking it all in. I was dressed in a dark green halter-top dress. It fit perfectly on top and went loose past my waist ending jaggedly around my knees. My feet had been slipped into strappy heels that matched the dress perfectly. I had bought the dress at the beginning of the year, at extreme markdown, hoping to wear it at prom. Of course, the way things turned out that was never going to happen. When I packed, I just could not bring myself to leave the dress and shoes behind. I couldn't have prom, but I could have Jack. I think I liked the way things turned out.
He walked through the door looking at me from all angles. "Wow."
I bit my lip. "I know it's a bit much…"
He shook his head. "No it's not."
"I just really wanted a chance to wear it."
He smiled at me drawing me into a hug. "You look beautiful."
I pulled back from him slightly. "What's wrong?"
He sighed going to sit on my bed. He sat for a second then changed his mind. "Mind if we talk in my room? I just can't think straight when I see you like that then realize I'm in Bobby's room."
I gave a little laugh. "Okay, just let me get these off." I leaned a hand on his shoulder to stead myself as I took off the shoes. I could feel Jack's eyes roaming over me and gave a little smile. Most of the time I preferred being ignored. But the attention I got from Jack just always felt amazing
When I got the shoes off he took my hand leading me into his bedroom. It took a moment before I noticed the house was extremely quiet. "Jack…"
He sighed and stretched out on his bed. "We think Jerry might have had something to do with ma's murder."
"What?"
"Not directly. It's complicated." He held his arms out to me. "Can we just stay here? I don't want to think Jerry had something to do with all this."
I nodded letting him take me in his arms. I put my face against his chest breathing in his sent deeply. "But where did everybody go?"
He gave another sigh. "Bobby was pissed off so he took the car for a drive. He'll be home sometime in the early morning hours. Drunk out of his mind and missing all his dollar bills." He gave a little laugh. "Sofi took Angel to her apartment so they could have a night together without listening to Bobby's bullshit. Apparently she's still a little nervous around you since you attacked her."
I frowned at him. "She started it."
He smiled at me and rolled his eyes. "Okay." He looked out my outfit again. "You know I feel really underdressed."
I pulled him into a sitting position looking him over. "You just need one change."
He raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what's that?"
I pointed to the sweatshirt. "That needs to come off."
He looked at me as if trying to figure out if I was being serious or not. When I kept staring at him, he lifted the shirt over his head pulling it off revealing the black and white shirt he wore underneath. "Better?" His voice was lower and I knew exactly where this was heading. Strangely, I was perfectly okay with it.
I licked my lips and nodded, crawling onto him and straddled his lap. "Much better."
His right hand ran up the bare part of my back tangling his fingers into my hair as he pulled me into a kiss. His left hand ran up from my knee, moving the fabric of the dress so he could draw imaginary pictures on my thigh.
I gave a little sigh as he pulled me closer to him, the barbell of his tongue bobbing around my mouth. My fingers had moved over his shirt and I slowly lifted it up drawing my mouth away from his. "Off."
He obeyed, keeping his eyes on me as he slipped the shirt over his head. As soon as the shirt was off, he attacked my mouth, left hand still gliding up my leg while his right hand worked on undoing the clasp of the halter. I felt the top fall as Jack's hands went to the zipper. Once the zipper was down, he lifted me slightly letting the dress fall. Not breaking from his lips, I slid it over my legs and let it fall to the floor. At the moment, I didn't care if it wrinkled.
I moved back slightly breaking the kiss and watched as his eyes took me in. I had known what was going to happen so I dressed properly. The emerald strapless bra I bought for the dress was snugly positioned at my top while matching panties rode low on my hips. He smiled reaching out to touch me but I shook my head leaning my hands on his shoulders to push him down. I planted a few kisses down his chest, tracing his abs with my fingers. When I got to his jeans, I gave a little smile. I rubbed my cheek against the crotch of his jeans and felt him give a little shake. I placed my hands on his tights and gave a series of kisses along his zipper. I heard him groan and felt a change beneath the fabric.
"Kyliegh." His voice was slightly hoarse as I moved back up to his level. "That's not really funny."
As he rolled on top of me, I slid an arm behind his neck while the other undid his belt and jeans. He leaned up kissing my neck and collarbone as he shed his jeans.
As he pressed back down on me, he broke the kiss and looked me in the eyes. "Kyliegh, I just need to ask you something."
I nodded knowing what he was going to say. "I'm sure Jack. I really am."
He smiled leaning in to kiss me while his hand went to my back to take off my bra. It was off as I was sliding his boxers off his hips. He took my panties off in a fluid motion
"Jack?" My voice had turned to a whisper as my arms moved around his waist hands pressing into his back.
"Yeah?"
I bit my lip. "Can you just…"
He gave me a soft kiss. "I'll be gentle. I know it still hurts."
I nodded feeling him press his weight into me knowing he meant everything he said.
I woke up slowly not sure what had woken me up. My first thought was whoever had invented the barbell should have been given an award. Maybe a peace prize.
I stretched my arm out suddenly realizing Jack wasn't in the bed. That's when I heard voices.
"You're a fucking asshole you know that? What were you thinking?"
"Maybe I was thinking for the first time there was someone who liked me for who I am. Not because I'm a Mercer or a fucking musician."
I winced hearing Bobby yelling at Jack, then Angel's voice broke in. "Jack, seriously man you know this can't work out."
I wrapped the sheet around me walking slowly toward the door to listen.
"And why's that?"
Bobby's voice rose a little. "Because you don't love her."
"What?" Jack's voice became angry.
I opened the door a crack to see Angel shaking his head. "Did you tell her that you love her?"
Jack was back in the boxers from last night. I noticed a few scratches on his back, knowing his keeping his back to the wall was a smart thing. He ran a hand through his hair, which was sticking up at strange angles. "No." He held up a hand as Bobby opened his mouth. "I wanted to. I was going to tell her last night. Damn it, no one's been like that to me. No girl ever wanted to talk to me for a reason other than being a badass Mercer or because I was a badass musician. I was going to tell her, but I stopped myself. I knew what was going to happen and I didn't want her to think I was saying it just to sleep with her. Bobby, I liked her in the beginning. Yeah she's hot and she's funny. But it's more than just that. I don't want to see her hurt, and I'm never going to hurt her. I swear to you Bobby. She's fallen asleep in my arms three times now. That feeling? It's more than either of you know. I don't care how pissed you are Bobby. I'm not just going to back down because you're pissed. Not this time."
I opened the door walking out, the sheet trailing on the floor. "You might as well yell at me if you're going to yell at him Bobby."
He looked at me and frowned. "Kyliegh what are you thinking? Do you know what you're doing?"
I moved closer to Jack, still clutching the sheet. "I'm thinking that you're pissed. You know Jack cares about me and you know I care about him. You even told me you knew I could do worse. That's why you didn't hurt him when you found out. You can say it's because you two are brothers and that's partially right. But the other part is that you know this can work out. You said you wanted to see me happy again and not get hurt. You know Jack's not going to hurt me."
Bobby backed up a few steps shaking his head. "It doesn't matter what I think anyway. You two are gonna do whatever you want no matter what I say." He looked between both of us and sighed. "Just so you know, if you hurt each other don't come to me." With that, he walked down the stairs. Only if you knew Bobby did you understand that was his approval. He may not have looked happy about this but the fact he wasn't yelling showed he was happy about this. Sure, he was probably a bit miffed because technically, I was still his little sister, but I was happy. That was the only thing Bobby had always promised to do for me; keep me happy.
Angel threw something into Jack's room that landed on the bed. I had a feeling I knew what it was. He frowned then smiled at us. "You know, more than anything, I think Bobby's just pissed because he's not getting any." He laughed and followed Bobby down the stairs.
Jack turned to me with a half smile. "Hi."
I moved closer to him but kept my hands to myself still holding the sheet. "That's what you were going to tell me yesterday."
He looked slightly confused. "What?"
"In the morning. When I got back into the bed and you were standing in the doorway. You were going to tell me you love me."
He nodded holding me around the waist. "I kind of chickened out."
I gave him a kiss moving in closer. "If it makes you feel any better I heard you say it."
His eyes grew. "What? When?"
I smiled and rested my head on his chest. "When you thought I fell asleep last night and you were playing with my hair. You told me you loved me and that you didn't care if Bobby threw us both out of the house."
He gave a little laugh. "Good to know he's not planning on it." He sobered slightly. "But how do you-"
I looked back at him. "Jack, you knew how I felt the first night I let myself fall asleep in your arms."
He held me closer to him. "I wasn't sure."
"Well now you are."
Angel and Jack filled me in on what I had missed yesterday. Bobby had wandered off cursing as the time Jerry was supposed to show up grew closer.
I sat next to Jack on the couch when I heard a car door close. "He's here."
Angel sat on my other side as Jerry came through the door.
Jerry looked around. "What's going on?"
I saw Sofi leaning in the doorway of the kitchen holding her cell phone tightly. I knew exactly what she was thinking. If Jerry had even the slightest connection, we were going to have to call the cops to stop the others from bringing the hand of god down on Jerry.
Angel moved from the couch and walked in front of Jerry. "You know what you did Jerry." He took out the envelope out of his pocket and threw the money Jerry had given to Evan on the ground.
Jerry let out a howl. "NO! You don't know who you're fucking with." He glanced around his eyes growing big. "Where's Bobby?"
Bobby rounded around the corner his fist connecting with Jerry's jaw as he slammed him into the ground. "What are you hiding, Jerry? What the fuck is wrong with you? If you had something to do with what happened, I swear to God, Jerry, I'm going to kill you right here and now!"
Angel moved to grab Bobby giving Jerry a chance to stand up. "Bobby chill. Let me talk to him." He turned to Jerry pointing at the money. "We know you got caught up with Sweet."
Jerry pointed a finger at Angel. "Y'all think I had something to do with Mom getting killed? What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Jack looked at Jerry with a frown, still sitting with me on the couch. "What about the life insurance?"
Jerry threw his hands in the air. "Mom took the policy out for the girls. Man, I didn't have anything to do with that. Come on.
"You made the payments!" Jack's voice rose and I kept a hand on his shoulder to keep him from getting up.
Bobby jammed a finger into Jerry's chest. "Good timing, Jerry. Just when it seems like all is lost for you, Mom gets shot by some gangsters and now you hit the fucking lottery!"
"Y'all tripping because I made insurance payments? I paid all her bills!" Jerry shoved Bobby back and punched Angel so hard he fell back at Sofi's feet. "Where the fuck were y'all? How many years did l have to take care of her my goddamn self? Y'all were around doing nothing! Bullshit! And you're gonna tell me I killed her? Come on, man!"
Angel got up with some help from Sofi and pushed Bobby down in one of the chairs before he could run at Jerry. "So why would you pay off a killer like Sweet? And what the fuck did he do for you, Jerry?"
I saw Sofi hit the call button and speak quickly asking for an ambulance. This wasn't going to be good.
There was knocking at the door and I went to answer it Jack right behind me. As I opened the door, I was hit in the face with a snowball. "What the fuck?"
I wiped it from my eyes watching a figure raise his middle finger and bend to grab more snow. "You're mother was a whore."
Jack hit the side of the door with his fist. "Man I don't know who…" He was cut off as a snowball smacked him in the face.
"Son of a bitch!" Jack took off after the figure running down the street with me right behind him.
The figure spun around pointing a gun at us. He fired off a shit and Jack fell to his knees blood running down his white shirt.
"JACK! KYLIEGH!" I turned and saw Bobby run out of the house, shotgun in his hands shooting down the figure. Jack had gotten up and was moving to the sidewalk when a van pulled up more figures jumping out with machine guns. They started firing and I threw Jack over a snow bank feeling something bite my side as bullets fell all around us.
I had landed on top of him and pressed my hands into his shoulder. "Jack! Come one, talk to me."
He groaned trying to sit up. "Get in the fucking house."
I shook my head. "No fucking way. I'm not leaving you here. Plus there's bullets going everywhere. There's nowhere we can go." I could feel tears running down my face and watched as they fell onto Jack's shirt.
He looked at me worried. "What's on your sweatshirt?"
I looked over at my shoulders not seeing anything. I looked down noticing a dark spot on my sweatshirt. "Nothing. It's nothing."
Jack's eyes grew at one hand touched the spot coming up red. "BOBBY!"
"JACK!" I heard Bobby's voice screaming from inside the house. "KYLIEGH!"
I pulled out Angel's cell that had dropped when he fell. I called 911, not caring Sofi had done it already. They needed to move faster. I gave the dispatcher all the information and she encouraged me to keep pressure on Jack's wound and said the ambulance was only a few streets away.
I felt hands pull me back and Angel dragged me away as Bobby continued presser on Jack's shoulder crying. Jack had closed his eyes and I was praying it was from loss of blood.
Sofi bent to hug me when she saw the spot on my sweatshirt. "What's that?"
I shook my head instantly regretting it. "It's nothing."
She pressed a hand to the spot coming back with blood. "This isn't Jack's."
With that, I felt the world around me go black, hearing Sofi still shouting my name.
A/N:
Sorry this is late.
I had a very long day yesterday.
Full of writing critique, gaining an appointed position and a chief editor, and catching up with an old friend.
But hell yes the Bears are going to the Super bowl.
Anyway no this is not the last chapter there will be another to explain how it goes. That does not mean everyone gets to live.
Yes. I am an evil bitch like that.
Anyway thanks to my reviewers:
fAtAlflAme: Thanks as always, glad you like this one.
shariena: thanks a lot. I don't know about best fan-fic out there but I appreciate it all the same.
aragornsgirll: ha, looks like someone's excited about this. Glad to see you really enjoy it.
Special2: Well it's good to know this story wasn't as disappointed as you initially thought. I aim to please.
p.s. Anyone know how to suggest a category of fan fiction? I have been thinking about doing one for Friday Night Lights. I know there are a few in the Miscellaneous, but I think there would be a hell of a lot more if there was a specific category just for that movie.
