DUN DUN DUN! It's the final chapter. I really hope it doesn't suck. Yeah, I know it's short, but hey, it's the content that counts right? Lol, anyways, be sure to review! Hopefully I'll come up with an idea for another story soon, so be on the look out!


Chapter 8

"Jack?" came Jessica's soft voice. They had been talking now for almost an hour and it seemed as if Jessica had come to an especially sensitive topic for Jack.

"I said, I don't like talking about it." Jack replied in a slightly harsh tone. His eyes were suddenly glassy and she could tell he was fighting back tears. He brought his hand to his face, nervously biting his already raw fingernails and closed his eyes tightly.

"How am I supposed to help you if I don't know about the main things in your life?" Jessica asked, her question not coming out as soft as she meant it to be.

Jack opened his eyes and stared at her coldly. "I've tried my whole life to forget about it and talking about it doesn't make it any better." He stated. "I don't want to go back to that feeling." He added after a slight pause.

"Jack, it's just me you're talking to. No one is here to judge you."

"I don't care. I'm not talking about it."

Jessica sighed, closing the folder of papers sitting in her lap. "It's ok, I don't want to force you to anything you don't want to."

Jack glanced up at the clock on the wall and realized that their 1-hour meeting was up.

"Don't seem so surprised, I told you the first meeting always goes by quickly." Jessica said with a slight smile as she stood up and headed to the door. Jack stood up and followed her out into the lobby area, where Bobby sat staring at a lame-ass magazine, looking bored as hell. When he saw the two enter into the room he quickly closed the magazine and stood up.

"How'd it go?" Bobby asked.

"Fine." Jack said quietly, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"It went well." Jessica replied brightly. "So I'll see you again next week?" She asked, turning to Jack.

"Yeah."

"Good." She added, smiling once more before walking back to her office.

After confirming the next appointment with the receptionist, Jack and Bobby were in the car and on their way home.

"You ok?" Bobby asked after a few minutes of silence. "You look a little shaken up."

Jack didn't answer at first, and for a moment, Bobby wondered if Jack had even heard him. You could never tell with him sometimes when he got into certain moods.

"She asked me about my father." Jack said suddenly, still looking quietly out the window.

"Oh." Bobby said quietly. He was worried that she would ask Jack about his father. Everyone in the house knew that was the one thing that you just didn't talk about.

"I told her I didn't want to talk about it. And then the meeting was over." Jack replied. "But it all came back to me, Bobby. Everything just kept replaying in my mind over and over."

"Don't do this Jackie." Bobby said, looking over at him. He noticed that Jack was shaking.

"It's just hard, you know?" Jack stated, meeting Bobby's stare. "I tired, Bobby. I don't want to go back to that life- all the drugs and shit. Not ever. It just ruins everything."

"I know." Bobby replied sadly. "But you're going to get clean and I'm gonna try to actually keep a job." Bobby paused, looking over at Jack again. "Hey, we'll save up enough money and move out of this shitty ass town. Go buy ourselves a fucking mansion."

"Yeah, right." Jack said playfully, giving Bobby a small grin, something Bobby hadn't seen Jack do in long time. Bobby returned his smile. He wasn't sure what had made Jack finally snap to begin with, but it didn't matter. Things were going to get better; he could feel it.