Sorry it took so long to update but from now on i'm going to update every weekend, as long as there isn't anything like family business.

Chapter Three: Different p1

I woke up to something falling down and crashing onto the floor in the kitchen. That was followed by a stream of cuss words. I looked over to the clock; it read 6:20 in the morning. Why in the hell was Bobby up so early for? I knew no to go to the bathroom. It was too early for a beer. So why was he up so early? I just laid there waiting for Bobby to come out of the kitchen.

Just a few seconds later he did. He walked out of the kitchen only wearing a pair of boxers, and holding a bowl in his hands. Bobby took a sit at the table. He was about to take a bite of the cereal when he saw me awake. He squinted his eyes, I guess to make sure I was really up.

I cocked my head to the side, indicating I wanted to know why he was up.

He took a breath then spoke. "I'm getting ready to go to work." Mentally I laughed. The hot headed, bad ass, Michigan maller had a job. It's the end of the world. Things are going to start floating up into space. People in their graves are going to turn. Plants are going to burn and die. Life was we know it was done. (A little over dramatic, I know.) But the thought of bobby having a job was weird. I didn't know anyone was stupid enough to hire him. They must been really desperate. "I leave for work here in a few minutes and I won't be back till the afternoon. Angel's coming over to watch you."

Angel, Watch me. He must have lost his mind. Angel doesn't know two shits about watching someone. The last time he watched me, I came home with a bloody nose. The times before that he would not pay attention to me and just watch T.V. I ended up cutting my arm and had to get twenty stitches. All I wanted was a sandwich and some water. Then another time, Mom, Jerry, and Bobby went out and left me and Angel alone at home. Ten minutes after they left he did. He went to Sofi's house. I was scared out of my mind. I thought that everyone had abandoned me. It took me another eight months to trust them again.

Bobby finished up his bowl then exited the dinning room. Couldn't Bobby get Jerry to watch me? Hell even Sofi. I don't want Angel to watch me. But there's no time to get anyone else now, he was on his way. This sucked, big time.

Bobby walked into the living room five minutes later fully dress in blue jeans and a hoodie. He lifted up my legs then took a seat. "Sorry about the noise Jackie. The glass just slipped out of my hands. Are you hungry?" He asked rubbing my sore knee.

I winced at his touch. Did he really forget about my knee? I just wanted to slug him but I was still so tired. "No. That hurts." I said bitterly.

"What?" He asked confused. I looked at my knee. "Oh, sorry. I want you to eat something today. You haven't eaten in a while. I can't have you starve to death. Deal?"

I looked at the far wall. "Whatever."

Just at that moment the front door opened. An irritated Angel walked in. He was mumbling something as he took a seat in the arm chair next to the fire place. Great crazilla was here and he didn't look to happy to be here. Today was really going to suck.

"Why you look mad, baby bro?" Bobby asked getting up from the couch, hurting me when he did.

"You calling me at five in the morning to watch him." Angel pointed at me. He had hate in his eyes. Damn, I hope that he'll get better by the end of this hell day.

"Jerry couldn't do it. Him and his family left last night to go to Washington, D.C. Only person that was left was you. All you have to do is help Jackie up the stairs to go to the bathroom and get him something to eat. Alright?" Bobby asked. Angel nodded. Bobby then bent down next to my face. "Don't forget to eat something. Oh if Angel doesn't help you out let me know and I'll take care of him. Bye." With that Bobby walked out of the house.

"So Jack, how are you feeling?" Angel asked. I just ignored him and went back to sleep.

I woke back up a few hours later by the clock. It was 10:30. I sat up and tried to stand up but I hell back down onto the couch. "Damn!" I yelled. I needed to go to the bathroom. I really, really needed to go. How was I going to go to the bathroom? I didn't know where Angel was. I tried once more to get up and this time I started to fall forward.

I closed my eyes. I feared of hitting the floor but I didn't. I fell into something hard but soft. I looked up and saw Angel. He didn't let me fall. How sweet of him, not. I won't forgive him for all the things he put me through.

"Have to go to the bathroom?" I nodded.

Angel took me up stairs to the bathroom. I really hated him carrying me. I hate it when anyone carries me. Any who I did my business then went back down stairs. (I doubt you wanted to know what I did." Angel placed me down on the couch, and then he took a sit next to the record player. He turned it on.

"So how are doing?" Was he serious? I couldn't walk and I don't even look good. I look like death itself… worse than death. Some days I wondered, hell even Jer and Bobby wondered if he ever uses his brain. "Hello, earth to Jack. Is anyone home?"

I looked out towards the stairs. I really didn't want to talk to him. He can clearly see that I wasn't doing well. If he changed the subject, I might want to talk. It's a strong might.

Ever since I came home for mom's funeral, I haven't talked much to Angel. I talked to him when I first saw him, when Sofi was at the Lawyer Guy's house, and when I was in the shower. Those are the only times I talked, only times. I guess I have such a block to talk to him. Hell I was the same with Jerry. When I thought I was dying, the person I called out for was Bobby. Maybe I called his name out was because he was always there for me, even when he didn't want to.

"Hey Cracker Jack, fantasying about your boyfriend or are you just a retard?" I still just looked away. I wasn't about to have a conversation with some who called me a 'retard'. "Fine, as far as I care, you can rot like the trash you are."

Angel get up and left, slamming the door behind him. I flinched at the sound. Damn, he has some anger issues to work through. He would get pissed off if I said the same thing to him.

I just sat there on the couch. A few minutes later I got really annoyed. Angel didn't turn off the record player. I rolled of the couch and crawled over to the record player. It was very painful. I used my bad arm and leg. Stupid me, but I couldn't stand the music. I reached up and turned it off. I started to go back but I couldn't I was in too much pain.

2 hours later

The front door opened. If it was Angel I'm was so going to kick his ass, for leaving me here all alone and for calling me retard also for leaving the stupid hippie music. Why is Angel so resentful of me? I never did anything to him. I never touched him. Always was too afraid too, or yelled at him. So why does he treat me bad?

"Jack!" Bobby yelled. "What are you doing on the floor? Where's Angel?" He had a hint of anger in his voice. I knew he was going to be furious with Angel and I didn't want to hear Bobby yell. He scares me every time he does. It would bring up bad memories.

"Went to turn off this stupid thing and now I can't get back to the couch. Oh, Angel left."

"Why the hell did he leave?" Bobby bent down next to me.

"Because I ignored him." I looked away from Bobby. I knew he would think it childish to not talk to someone. He knows how I am when someone calls me a name too. I didn't want him to yell at me for something stupid to him.

"Why?" I looked up at him confused. He would be all hot headed about what I did. He was being nice. That scared me more than mean Bobby.

It took me a while to answer him. I was a little scared of how he would react to what I tell him. The reason I ignored Angel… is because he called me a 'retard'. But before I didn't want to talk to him because he could see how I felt. I looked like shit. Then right before he left he said 'fine as long as I care you can rot like the trash you are.'"

"Damn that Angel." Bobby picked me up rather rough. He took me over to the couch then threw me onto it. He walked into the dinning room and picked up the phone.

Just as I feared, he got mad. But I thought he would get mad at me for ignoring Angel all because he called me a retard. I knew he would get mad at Angel but not this bad to where I get hurt in the process. I hated fighting. I hated yelling too. Every and anything brought up my past. All I wanted to do was erase it. Erase all of it up till the point Evelyn took me in. Even then some memories there too…

"Angel!" I jumped at the name. "Pick up the phone! Pick up the god damn phone now!"

I gripped my pant legs tightly. My body started to shake. I didn't want Bobby to yell. Why do people have to yell? It's pointless. All it does is get you in more trouble. It never solves anything. I had never yelled at anyone. If I would have raised my voice, I would get beaten. I've been molded into a big wuss. I'm afraid of everything. But as time went on a few things I was scared of, I'm not anymore.

"Why the hell did you call Jack 'trash'? You had no right to call him that or a retard. He's been through a lot of shit. He's going to be different, he almost died… I know that. You would be the same as him if that happened to you. …No I'm not going to fuss at Jack. As far as I can see, he did nothing wrong. You knew how was feeling. I wouldn't want to be talking much if I were him too!" Bobby yelled at Angel. He was sticking up for me; he has never done that before. He would always join in. it was nice to hear him fight back. "I don't want to see you anywhere near my house again!" Bobby hung up the phone.

I saw Bobby walk back in, he looked extremely pissed. I gripped my pant legs tighter. I didn't know what he was going to do. When he is mad he'll take it out on the closest thing or person and it didn't end pretty

Bobby took a sit on the couch next to me. I didn't make eye contact with him. I was afraid oh how he would look at me. I hated it when people looked at me and judged me with their angry eyes. I would have normally ran away from them but I couldn't. So I just sat there waiting for Bobby to say something.

"Jack." Here it comes. I knew it. I'm going to get one of his speeches. "Let's do you exercises." That surprised me. But it could be a trick. He was just say to do them but he was planning on torturing me that way. "I'm not mad at you. Ha, saying that brings back memories of you as a kid. You always freaked out when I was angry with someone else. I would have to say that about three or four times before you calmed down." Bobby paused. "I'm not going to have to repeat my self am I, Cracker Jack?"

I shook my head no. come to think of it Bobby has never done anything to hurt me, in anyway shape or form. His jokes don't hurt, just angers me. Thinking about it, I guess sometime in my life I have been attracted to some guys. Does that mean I'm Bisexual? It must but in that past two years I haven't been attracted to men, even through my whole life, girls have been in my world. I like them; I've been attracted to them for ever. I was confused. I guess I would have time to think things over more.

"Earth to Jack anyone home?" I looked up at Bobby. "Daydreaming?"

I shook my head. I should start my physical therapy exercises, if I ever want to do anything again. "Let's get this out of the way."

"Okay. If memory serves me right, you'll need to push against something with both your arm and leg. For arm its self little movements and for your knee, bending it. Let's get started. First I want you to push as hard as you can on my shoulder."

Bobby moved and sat on the table I lifted up my right arm, stiffly I might add, and placed my hand on his shoulder. Slowly I added pressure. Each time I pushed, the more my shoulder hurt. I let up on his shoulder.

"Don't give up," Bobby got right in my face. "You can do this. I know you have the will power to do this. Don't let the pain stop you, I haven't"

What did he mean by that? I knew for a fact that he didn't feel pain for mom's death. He felt anger. So what could have me meant by 'I haven't'? I would have to find out.

"Jack."

I pushed a little bit harder on Bobby's shoulder. I pushed until his shoulder was pushed back behind him. That hurt so much it brought tears to my eyes.

"Now move it around in circles." I did as he said. That hurt a lot too. "Now for your knee. Push as hard as you can against my hands."

Bobby picked up my foot and steadied it in his hands. I pushed against his hands, I didn't get but an inch before I broke out in tears. My foot dropped from his hands and I doubled over. I cried into my knees. That was worse than being shot. It felt like breaking my leg and the bone going through the skin. There was no way I was going to try again.

Arms wrapped around my upper body. "It's okay Jack. We'll just finish tomorrow. Now time to get you a bath, you stink man."