A/N: Once again I'm really sorry for the wait. I was having trouble deciding how I wanted this part to go and I have about 120893 projects for school.

And just so no one gets confused, this chapter switches from where Bobby is to where Jack is in the middle of the story. I separated the parts bya linebut I also made where Jack is in italics. I really hope it's not too confusing, but if it is then I'll explain in my next post or re-write the chapter so it doesn't switch.

Thanks for the reviews! : )

Chapter 5

"I told you not to go after him, man!" Angel yelled once Bobby told him what had happened. "Why are you always trying to be a fucking hero!"

"Don't start with me Angel!" Bobby yelled back, making things escalate into a full-blown argument. They could go on like this for hours. Bobby knew he was wrong, but he wasn't about to back down.

"Why do you always have to treat everybody like shit, Bobby!" Sophie called from the kitchen.

"Nobody was talkin to yo ass!" Bobby shot right back. He heard Sophie start cussing him out in Spanish, but he wasn't listening, he was already continuing his argument with Angel who was now even more pissed at Bobby than he already was.

Once their argument had finally ceased Angel and Sophie went upstairs and Bobby retreated to the couch, uselessly filliping through the channels. He sighed and tossed the remote onto the floor, rubbing his eyes. He was so tired, but he couldn't sleep. He couldn't stand not knowing where Jack was, and the argument with Angel didn't exactly help calm his nerves.

He picked up the phone, finally deciding to call Jack before going to bed.

"Come on, Jack." Bobby muttered quietly into the phone as it rang on the other end. He didn't know if he could stand losing Jack. It was already hard enoughwhen the shooting happened. Now he had was worried of getting a call from the police saying he had been found dead somewhere. He couldn't help but fear the worst.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he almost didn't hear Jack's pained voice on the other end.

"What the hell do you want?" Jack asked into the phone. He honestly didn't know why he had answered; he didn't feel like talking to anyone.

He wasn't doing anything but walkin garound aimlessly. He didn't have a place that he could go. He shoved his hand in his pocket and drew out the bag as Bobby was talking to him on the phone. He knew that he should just throw the drugs away so he wouldn't cause any more trouble than he already had, but he felt so broken right now that he didn't care, he just needed to get rid of the pain he had be feeling for the past week.

He stopped and sat down on the curb, still examining the bag and contemplating whether or not to take it.

"... Jack, just please come home. Everyone's worried about you."

He'd only caught the last part of what Bobby was saying to him. He was having a hard time focusing.

"Let me spare you the heartache." Jack began. "After tonight I'll leave forever and you won't have to worry about me anymore."

"Don't do anything stupid, Jack. Just let me come get you, ok?" Bobby said desperately on the other line.

"It's too late, man." Jack responded dully. He was tired. He was ready to give up.

"Tell me where you are. I'll come get you... We'll sort everything out... It'll be fine" Bobby said into the phone, pleading with Jack to tell him where he was.

Jack poured some of the powder into his hand and snorted it loudly before exhaling deeply.

"I already said it, man. It's too late." Jack said to Bobby softly before hanging up.