This story take place before , during and maybe after the movie!
Nothing's mine,except Amy, everything's John Singleton
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«Just like him»
Amy's point of view.
It's been a month now, since I came to the Mercer. We were all getting along well, beside Jack who still doesn't talk that much. I still talk to him.Hell, I had thought he would never want to see my face again.But he did, and I'm glad, because he's the only one who's almost always at home.
I'm with Jack now, in the house. The other boys are gone, Bobby went ''somewhere'', he didn't want to say where, Angel to a girl called Sofi and Jeremiah to his girlfriend Camille. It's crazy, when Evelyn's gone, you don't see very often the Mercer around.
Has I was saying, I'm with Jack.We're watching, actually I don't know what we're watching. I'm playing with my nails, the show on t.v is boring.I sigh, not knowing what else to do.That was it.
-Come on Jack, don't you want to go out? I said.
-No.
I turned back to the show. The guy can be pretty stuborn when he wanted.
-You sure you don't want to go out?
-Yeah, I'm sure.
After some other minutes ,I couldn't take it anymore. I got up so fast, that Jack almost went off the couch.I went to the doorway and grabbed my coat.
-What are you doing? He said.
-I'm going out mister!
-Alone?
-Yeah, you don't want to come.
He only stared at me. I wanted him to say something, like, oh I don't know, I'll come with you maybe? Nah, that was in my dream.I turned to him, pleading him to come with me with my eyes. After all, I needed someone to show me around!
-Come on! You're going to let me go all by myself?I said, tenderly.
-Well, yeah, you're suicidal after all. He said casually.
-What? What the hell are you talking about? Come on! Move your ass and come with me!
-Give me a good reason.
Oh, I hated it. I hated it when he looked at me like that, with an eyebrow raised and a ghost of a smile on his lips. I wanted to smack him right now.
-Everything can happen to me alone!
- Good reason to stay home then.
Bloody freak! Stuborn son of a ...
An idea struck me then, I start looking at my hands again,like I didn't care what I was going to say.
-Well, then, I know why your brothers call you ''Fairy and Little Sister'', Jackie-o.
It struck a nerve, I just knew it by the muscle on his jaw that contracted.Oh yes, I had win! He got up and grabbed his coat, he took my hand,a bit roughly I must admit, opened and closed the doors behind us and within minutes we were outside.
He didn't say anything while we were walking. I had to stop myself from laughing out loud. I could almost picture him, saying things no one understand and the smoke coming out of his ear.I notice he had a ring on his fingers, so to start a conversation, I asked:
-Where did you get that?
He looked at the finger I was pointing and said:
-I stole it.
Oops.Bad question.I said nothing else, too afraid to struck a nerve I didn't want to struck.He came to an halt in front of a large building.
-What's that?
-The best club ever.
THE CHICKS FROM HELL, was writhing in big letter. He had better not took me to a stripe club, I will kill him if he did. When we were inside, there was only smoke. I cough, I hated smoke.I followed Jack, he seemed to know were he was going. He sat down on a couch, so did I and I start looking around.
What kind of club was that? The walls, everything was black, pitch black. There was light of colour everywhere, I had trouble to see where I was. There was loud music, so loud I didn't know if it was rock or hip-hop playing. The place stink too.Everyone was making out and when I turned to Jack, my eyes went wide.
He was making out with some girl, who was almost already naked. How did he find her? Bloody hell, we were sit only for a few minutes!I looked around and notice a bar. Not wanting to see him make out, I went to it.
-Hi, I want Vodka please.
I wanted to drink something strong. Did Jack brothers know he was coming here? I didn't think so.
-Thanks.I said when my drink came.
I took a gulp of it and almost choked. My throat was burning, but I didn't care.I wanted to dance, and no one was dancing. There was needle everywhere,drugs and more. I wanted to leave. Staying home wasn't a bad idea anymore.
An hour passed like that, and my head was light, pretty light.I started to get up, and I almost felt back into my chair. I walked to Jack, but he wasn't in the couch anymore.
- Jack? I said.
People were starting to spin in front of my eyes.
-Jack? I said louder.
I spot him. He was on another couch, mouth open.What was wrong with him?I walked toward him and stumble at his feet.
-Jackie?
He had a bottle of...well I wasn't able to read. I shook him, he did not even stir.Has I shook him harder, a needle felt from his pocket.
It's impressive how one thing can make you focus again.My head was cleaning up the fog now. Oh my god. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. What had he take?I took his face in my hands.
-Jack? Come on , prick wake up!
No reaction. Shit. What was I suppose to do?I looked at my watch, it was three o'clock in the morning.SHIT! Bobby was going to kill us! Then it damned on me. Bobby! I was going to call him, now!
-Don't move!I said to Jack.
Well, my head wasn't that clear after all.
Bobby Mercer point of view.
I came home, without a sound, didn't want to wake my sister up. I could hear the t.v playing, so the little fairy wasn't asleep yet.
-Amy and Jackie-pooh I...
I stopped dead in my tracks. No one was there.Frowning, I went to Amy's room,no one,I ran to Jack room, no one.Wait a minute, the door was not even lock when I came in!I called Angel.
-Yeah? I heard.
-Angel, is Jackie with you?
-No, he ain't home?
I could hear the concerned in his voice now.
-No.
-I'm coming.
I hung the phone.I start to pace, he couldn't be with Jerry, where was he? If that prick went out I was going to kill him.One hour later, Angel arrived.
-What the hell took you so long?
-Sorry, Sofi kept me.
-Bloody La vi da Loca!
He sat next to me, concerned.
-He didn't call, left a note?
-Nothing.
-Do...do you think he went back?
I didn't answer.I hope he didn't.
Come on Jackie, give us a sign.
The phoned rang. Angel and me stared at it for a moment, before throwing ourselves on it.
-Jack? I said.
-Bobby? Oh god Bobby, you gotta come here fast!
-Wo, wo Amy where are you? And what the Hell's happening?
-It's Jack! He went wild on some guy, he...god he almost killed him and now he's shacking! Bobby I can't make him stop shaking!
-Where are you, Amy?
Jack Mercer point of view.
Can't she stop shaking me? I'm going to throw up on her. My head hurt like hell. I moaned when she stopped.
-Jack?
She had a soft voice compared to mine. What Am I saying? She's a girl, of course she had a soft voice! I open my eyes, to be greet by those dark green eyes,they seem worried.
-You okay?
I blink a couple of time.
-Yeah, I said, Yeah.
-Let's go home Jackie.
Home.I should never have leave it anyway, look were it got me. My brothers were going to kill me.Amy helped me got up and we start to walk away my drugs slowly took off too. Amy was roughly pushed into me and I had barely the time to catch her. She look up at me and I was lost in her eyes, they were warms.My thoughts were interrupted by a voice, a voice that made everything came back to me, a voice that made me cold.
-Hey Jackie boy!
I turned around has fast as I could, pushing Amy behind me.No, no,no,no. The bloody freak was back. I should have stayed home, I knew he got out of jail. Bloody Jack!
-What do you want? I heard myself say.
-To see how my boy is doing!
-I'm not your boy.
My father was looking at me with that glint in the eyes, the glint that said I was going to be beat up. I won't let him touch me, he won't touch me again.
-That's a cute ass beside you boy, care to introduce?
I gripped Amy by the waist, pushing her behind me again, trying to hide her from his stare.He would not touch her. I would not let him touch her , he had no right. She was my friend.She was mine. Even if she didn't knew it.
-Go away Peter, before you make a fool of yourself.
This time, I saw it. I saw the blow came at me and I could stop it. I pushed Amy away from me and hit. I could feel his skin underneath my fingers.He looked at me, impressed.
-I'm not seven anymore Peter. I said.
I hit again. I couldn't stop hitting, my anger, the hurt, the pain, the humiliation came out. Everything he made me do, everything he did to me, came inside that fist, and the worse part was that I like it. I like to make him suffer. I wondered if that's how he felt, when he was hitting me as a boy.
I heard Amy yelling, telling me to stop. She grabbed my arms to stop me, I slapped her. I hit, and hit and hit. Suddenly, I stopped.
I had hit her.
I had hit her.
I had hit her.
I had hit her.
I turned toward her and watched her on the floor. She looked at me and tried to get me, but I step back.I looked at my hands, dirty with blood.I started to hyper-ventilate, just like when I was a little boy and had a nightmare. I tried to wash away the blood, it didn't work.
I was like him.I had hit a women, almost killed him. I had hit Amy, just like he hit my mom when she tried to stop him. I had hit him, almost killed him, just like he did to me.I started to shake,I wasn't able to stop. I put my arms around me, I started to go back and forth on the floor, I hear myself say, just like when I was a boy:
-Jackie's bad.
Amy's point of view.
I just called Bobby. My eye hurt like hell, but I went back to Jack. I know he didn't hit me on purpose. People told me that the men he almost killed was his father.
-Jack?
I try to touch his hair, but he jerk back, away from me.He didn't want me to touch him. Seeing him like that, it hurt me, it hurt my entire soul.
-Jackie's been a bad boy.
Why did he keep saying that? There was fear in his eyes.A tear felt from my eyes.
-Jackie? Come on, look at me...I said.
He never look at me.The tears were falling freely now.What had happened to him before? Why was he this way now? It wasn't fair, it wasn't fair.I could hear everyone whispering things like: '' look at the freak'', ''that's the crazy Mercer boy''. I wanted them all to shut up.To let him be. To let me comfort him, like he deserve.
-Where is he? Where's my little brother?
Someone shouted and everyone shut the hell up. I recognized Bobby voice and lept to my feet. When he saw me, he almost run into everyone, but everyone had pushed themself away from him. Has he reached me, he stopped seeing Jack, Angel and Jeremiah too.
-Jackie's bad, Jackie's been a bad boy.
He was in some sort of transe or in a memory , I don't know.
-Oh Jackie. Said softly Bobby.
He walked slowly toward him, Angel and Jerry behind.I couldn't see anything, I only heard Jack saying:
-Jackie's bad, Jackie's been a bad boy.
The Mercer house.
I don't know how they did it, but Jack had let them carry him.He was now in bed,sleeping,I was in my bed too.
I'm crying in my pillow right now.It's all my fault. He had wanted to stay home, I didn't. I provocted (?) him in going.Finally, I felt asleep, exhausted.
I woke up sometime later.Something made me woke up. I shifted position, to see a shadow over me.The shadow opened the light of the little lantern beside my bed.It was Jack.I got up from my sleeping position, to sit on the bed.
-Jack! Oh my god are you okay? I murmured, not to wake the others.
He didn't answer as usual.He seemed sad, frightened even.He slowly lifted his hands to touch my swollen eye and cheek.He slowly touch my skin, in a smoothing way. I closed my eyes for a second, lost in the moment.
-I'm so sorry.
I opened my eyes, his voice was shaking.I knew he wouldn't cry, but he was closed to it. I put my hand on his, keeping it on my face in a reassuring way.
-It's okay, I know you didn't do it on purpose.
He sat on the bed and looked at me.I said nothing, taking the advise of his brother not to rush him.He closed his eyes for a second.
-I enjoy it.he said.
-Enjoy what?
I had took his hands in mine now.I was softly touching it, like he did to me before.
-I enjoy hitting him.Every part of it.
I said nothing, what was there to say?He clenched his jaw.
-I hit him, I enjoy it, then I hit you.I'm just like him, a sick bastard.
-No.
I said it firmly.He looked at me then, and I took his face in my hands once again.
-No, you're not like him.You're so much more Jack Mercer.You're kind and gentle. Quiet. You are strong Jack, one of the strongest people I know.You've got people who love you, not him.You've got a family...you've got me.Don't let that fool take that away from you once again.
He look at me, another ghost of a smile on his lips.Then he did the only thing I thought he would never do.He took me into his arms and kept me there for the longest time.I put my arms around him too, needing the comfort, the power of those arms, the security.I needed him, like he needed me.He was the one who never got tired of my babbling, he even listen to me, even if he never answered and I was there to keep his loneliness away.We felt back into the bed.I put the covers on us both and we felt asleep.
We needed each other.
But I just don't know how much yet.
End of chapters3.
Ta-da!I hope you enjoy the chapter three! I know it's along one but I got so much into it I couldn't stop writing. sorry.
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