Jay's house still looked like it hadn't been lived in long, and it hadn't, only about a few months at the most. He used to live in a nice house, one that was way too expensive for words, something that people probably didn't even think Jay should live in. He hadn't liked it there, but it was a shock to him when his parents went so far into debt that they had to sell it and buy this crappy home. Not to mention that then they decided to skip out on him. He turned on the lights, and went into the bedroom. He came out and handed the clothes to her, a pair of black pants, a white wife-beater, and her favorite black bra. She wondered where that had gone. She snatched them from him, and went to change in the bathroom. As she did, she thought about everything that had happened, and what she wasn't telling Jay. She hated how it seemed like he was still taking care of her, even after they'd broken up. Before she liked it, it made her feel safe, secure, and that someone actually cared. Once that crumbled, she was just overly annoyed with it all.
She got changed, sighing as she looked at the blood stains on her shirt that she had managed to keep hidden with the jacket, and hung her wet clothes on a towel rack, making sure that the blood was covered, and came out, looking at Jay, and saying simply, "Where's the beer?" Jay was sitting on the couch, flipping through channels, like they weren't going to go anywhere anytime soon.
"Where it always is, fridge." He said, not looking at her, and she walked into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle out of the small and rather ancient refrigerator, and popping it open, guzzling it for a few seconds, before sighing heavily.
She brought it back out with her, and sat on the opposite end of the couch. It seemed rather like it used to, only she wasn't close to him, and she was still pissed.
"Jay, I thought we were just coming to get me some clothes, not to watch TV."
Jay looked at her, "Alex, just chill. You have no where else to go, and we can leave in a little bit."
Alex took another gulp of her beer, "I'm not going to chill Jay, I can go to Ellie's and what if I want to leave now?"
Jay flicked off the TV, "Do you want to leave now? I was going to put your wet clothes in the dryer."
Alex looked back at him, before replying, "I can wait for my clothes, after all, I don't want to have to come back."
Jay would have looked hurt, but he managed to hide it. After what he did to her, he shouldn't have been hurt. He got up, and took her clothes off the towel rack, and went into the small laundry room. While he was in there, Alex leaned back into the soft and worn couch, thinking back to what had happened that day. She hated that she hadn't had came home sooner, and the thought of her mother made her sick to her stomach. The ambulance and police had left a good two hours before Jay had gotten there and she was surprised that he hadn't seen them. She realized within about two seconds that Jay was going to see the blood.
As tears started to well up into her eyes, stinging her eyes once again, she called out, "Jay!"
Jay was standing in the laundry room, clenching the shirt as he looked at it wide-eyed, his breath starting to grow shaky. His first thought was that she had killed someone, but he knew that she just wouldn't have hung around if she had.
Alex ran into the laundry room, tears now rolling down her cheeks.
"Lexxi…what happened?" Jay asked, his voice surprisingly shaky.
She didn't even care that he had called her that this time, because she only needed to tell him.
"I was lying…my parents didn't leave…Jay…..my parents are dead. He k-killed her and himself." She said, sobbing the words out as tears poured down her cheeks.
She could no longer hold it in anymore. It was just too much.
Jay's eyes widened, and he dropped the shirt,putting his arms around her. "Oh my god Alex…" he murmured, and Alex didn't push him away.
She almost did, but it felt comforting to be back in his arms, even if it wasn't going to be for long. "I tried to help her...but I was too late, I didn't get home in time..." she said, crying against him.
"Shhhh." he said softly, running his fingers through her hair.
A/N: Sorry about it being so short, and really rushed, I might try and make it better later, but I wanted to get this out of my head because it was driving me nuts. Thanks to you guys that reviewed, and I hope this isn't as crappy as I think it is.
