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Thanks to all of you who reviewed and took the time to read this story up to this point! I put angsty stuff in this chapter so woo-hoo! I'm gonna see how much more damage I can do in the future

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Chapter Three

"I'm home," Jack called out softly as he entered the front door to his home. He held one of his backpack straps with one hand and allowed the other to dangle uselessly at his side. The teenager looked around the living area, searching the couches and finding no one to greet him. The TV was off as well.

"Where is everyone?" he muttered to himself. He furrowed his eyebrows as confusion set in along with a little panic. He usually wasn't left alone during the day. Ma always made sure he was with someone while she was at work… but what was happening now?

"Ma?" he called out, panic showing itself in his tone. He walked into the kitchen and inspected that space searching for a note his mother might have left behind for him, but after finding nothing Jack decided to check upstairs.

The young man felt like crying when he found that he was completely alone in the home, something in him snapped and he ran down the stairs in an immense alarm and pushed the door open so hard that it slammed into the back wall causing a loud echo.

Jack ran until he was standing in the middle of the street. There were no cars, no people, absolutely no one to help him. His breath came in short gasps and his chest began to feel tight. Tears cascaded down his face and he didn't dare wipe them away for fear that he might miss something.

"MAAAA!"

"Mr. Mercer," a deep voice serrated into Jack's subconscious and pulled him from his nightmares.

Jack sat up with a gasp and looked around the room wildly. For moments he couldn't place where he was, but the answer came obviously when he gazed around the room to see empty desks set out before him.

"Class is over Mr. Mercer, I believe school is over. But if you're so set on sleeping here then be my guest," Mr. Biggs told his chemistry student with a scowl decorating his face.

Jack cleared his throat and wiped the tiredness with his eyes and nodded. "I'm sorry," he muttered softly as he sat up, grabbed his red backpack from the seat it was hanging from and stuffed the oversized chemistry book inside.

The teacher shook his head disapprovingly. "This better not happen again Mr. Mercer."

"It won't," Jack promised.

"It better not," Mr. Biggs warned. "I would hate to have to call your mother in here."

A pained expression covered Jack's face at that. Bobby would have his ass if Ma was dragged in here from work… "I promise I won't let it happen again."

"Very well," the teacher cooed and walked back to the front of the classroom.

Jack sighed in relief. School was over, that meant it would be hours until his mother got home and would allow him to go over to his new friend's apartment and he'd be able to release his stress by getting tokked and snort a few lines of coke.

The teenager walked down the steps of the school, pushing open the glass door and stepping down onto the cement. He breathed in the chilly air and looked around the bustling kids to find Damien Rugessoe's car.

"Hey kid!"

Jack's attention shot to the right where a few guys were waving their hands. "Hey Damien!" Jack called back and began to walk to the car. But before he got there another, and more familiar voice called out to him.

"Jack, I'm over here!"

Oh shit! Jack turned to see Bobby sticking his head out of the window of his classic car, eyeing the teenager suspiciously. "Bobby…" he began.

"Shut your mouth Jackie and get in the car, we're going out to get food. We need to swing by and pick up Jer and Angel, so get your skinny ass over here now," the older man ordered lightheartedly.

Jack walked forwards slowly and leaned into the car. "I uh… have a project due tomorrow Bobby, I'm going over to Zack's house to finish it up…"

"Since when are you so interested in school Jackie?" Bobby asked disbelievingly.

"Since I decided that I don't wanna be a free-loader like you Bobby," Jack shot back.

The older man scowled and clenched his jaw, making a muscle jump. "Do you want to do this here Jack? Cause you know I'm gonna win, and when your crying like a little girl it's not gonna by my fault."

Jack shook his head. "Whatever, tell Ma where I am if she gets home before I do…"

"Wait… who's this Zack kid anyway? Does Ma know him?"

"Yeah she knows him… uh, he's in my band. He's been over a couple of times…"

"Oh so you're both reefer buddies. I don't think so Jackie, get in the car."

Jack shook his head again and rubbed at his temple in agitation. "You don't know anything Bobby, it's not like that… god… I'm just going to go alright?"

Bobby sighed and let his shoulders sag in defeat. "Whatever fairy. Me and Ma wanna have a talk with you tonight so don't be later than nine-thirty alright? We clear?"

Jack nodded in affirmative. "I'll see you later."

The blonde watched his brother peel off down the street, causing many cars to quickly brake as to avoid multiple car accidents. He snorted at his brother's antics, and it was almost liberation to have his oldest brother back… this routine felt normal… it felt good.

"Mercer, we haven't got all day! Are we doing this or not?" Damien yelled over the people.

"I'm coming," Jack shouted back.

Jack scooted into the car, finding a comfortable groove to sit on. "What are we doing today anyway?"

The boys in front shared a look and began laughing. "Oh man, we got some good shit today. We'll be jamming and letting the bazooka take us for a ride! It's gonna be great."

Jack permitted himself to give a half-smile. This really was going to be great.

Hours passed and Jack felt as light a feather, let his body move of its own volition to the loud speakers of the apartment he had been snorting the grainy white powder.

He sang a wordless tune to the music that pumped out so furiously. For some reason the music didn't seem loud enough, pushing the blond to stagger across the room and to the pumping speakers. With a shaky hand he grabbed the knob and turned it as far as it would go.

The ripples of sound rolled off of him and helped strengthen the numbness that the drug gave him. He swayed, allowing his hips to rock back and forth. He felt like laughing, he felt happy, and he wanted the world to know it.

For what seemed like hours but in reality only a few minutes all Jack Mercer could do was hold his eyes close and sway against the music. His mind didn't even take into account that there was a warm body pressed up against his.

"Hey Mercer," the voice cooed in lust.

Jack let out a laugh and turned around to see Damien leering at him with a goofy smile splattered across his face. "Want somethin' man?"

Damien nodded, and his smile grew wider. "You," came the gutsy answer.

Jack giggled, his drugged up mind not allowing him to find seriousness in the seemingly harmless words. "I don' swing thatta way buddy."

Damien pouted but shook his head. "Sure ya do, I hear your brothers call you 'fairy' all the time…"

For a moment Jack sobered but the feeling of apprehension left quickly. "They're just messin' with me… they always do that shit…"

"You could be my fairy," Damien whispered close to his ear, one hand twirling a disarrayed blonde tendril at the side of Jack's ear.

Jack giggled again and shook his head. "I'm gonna go sit over with Zack." Jack made a move to go over but Damien quickly stepped into his path and grabbed onto his forearm.

"But I want you to come sit with me," Damien sulked.

Jack glowered; he could feel the effects of the drug wearing off and his mood was beginning to crash back down to reality. "I need 'nother hit Damien…"

Damien suddenly perked up. "I've got some really good shit in my room. Follow me," Damien said and pulled Jack along with him.

Up the stairs and all the way down the dirty and clustered hallway they came to a door with the paint chipping off. "This is my throne," Damien stated proudly, turning to the door and closed it. "Sit down Jack."

The teen did, really itching to get more of the fantasy drug back into his system. "Quit messing around Damien… give it to me…"

"I will, don't freak out. But you have to do something for me in return…"

"What's that?" Jack asked with doubt and curiosity in his tone.

"You'll find out later. Now lay back and let ole' Damien take care of you now," the boy oozed. The older boy went to a dirtied drawer and pulled something from it. Before Damien moved back over to the bed, he turned off the bedroom light and turned on a lamp that acted like a disco ball, mirroring shapes that moved erratically around the room and stealing Jack's attention.

Jack's mouth hung open at the display of lights. He jerked slightly as he felt something sharp prick his arm. Warmness spread through his arm and up through his body. It only took minutes for the shapes to move faster and Jack was entirely entranced by them. "Whoa," he thought.

There was chuckle and warm lips pressing against his ear. "I'm gonna make you so high you won't ever wanna come down."

God knows how much time passed before Jack finally blacked out.

TBC...