The sun hadn't even entered the sky yet as Jack slowly opened his sleep ridden eyes. He felt even more confused then he had ever been. Not understanding where he was and what the weight pressed into his side was. He felt his heart pounding slightly faster as he assumed the worse. His eyes drifting down quickly to see if he had clothes still on and when he saw his wrinkled morning clothes he sighed. Normally the evil men that would take advantage of him in such a way would never dress him. Being Jack put up most of a fight the clothes would always end up ripped, or thrown toward the side. Reaking of beer from the nights before.
Sighing with relief he turned his head slowly toward the side. His neck protesting from sleeping in such a weird postion last night. He wondered how he had gotten into the unmade bed. Last thing he remembered was an arugement between two people and a bunch of crying. Sighing he lifted a hand, freeing it from the tangled blanket as he rubbed at his eyes. Sleepy coming out the sides.
As he dropped his hands and his eyes stared at the tall figure beside him the memories of the night before came crashing down on him. Everything he had dreamed of wasn't just a simple nightmare. It was really true so that meant everything had happened! He felt his heart rise to the edge of his throat and felt like he was truly going to be sick. His stomach chruned over and over. Tears stung his eyes as he desperatly swung his head to side to side trying to find somewhere where he could throw up. He didn't want to cause anymore problems then he had.
Clasping a hand over his tightened lips he started to jump out of bed. One leg was stretched out as far as it could go landing on the floor but the other one seemed was tangled too much up in the white sheet. He knew his face was as pale as ever as he clamped his hand harder onto his mouth. His cheeks puffing out with the effort of not throwing up at the moment. He reached out with the other trying to disperatly untangle the sheet but it only seemed to make it tangle even harder. His leg on the floor shaking with effort of holding his whole weight up. Eyes wide with fear he gave one last tug and sighed in relief as his leg came free, and his body flew forward tumbling onto the cold hard wooden floor.
He only threw one hand out to try and catch himself. Not wanting to take the chance of spitting up what food he had ate a few nights ago. His face twisted up in a wince as pain instantly shot straight up his wrist. His legs stinging from the knees down as he pushed himself up some. Once he got to his feet he flew out the slightly ajarred door and took down the narrow hallway. His eyes trained on the many doors not knowing witch one was the bathroom. He did know though he needed one very soon.
He didn't want to cry. He tried really hard to hold the tears in but still a few leaked out. Sliding gracefully down his flushed, puff out cheeks and into his awaiting mouth. He felt his hand shake with the effort of holding his mouth closed. He didn't want to push all the doors open till he found the bathroom, but he knew he was going to have to.
He started at the first door in front of him. His eyes trying to adjust to the darken light. He feared that he had gotten the wrong room and as he slowly pushed open the creaking door. His eyes squinting as the only light in the room was the bright red numbers shining from the alarm clock on the night stand. 5:00 Am...that explained the sun not being out. He felt himself starting to breath heavier but it was hard with his mouth snapped shut.
He knew by now that this wasn't a bathroom but as he started to turn around he knew it was to late. His hand was red from him pushing on it to much and his heart felt like it was already out of his mouth and onto the floor. The bittery taste of the vomit in his mouth sent him over. Slipping past his palm and spilling out the edges onto the floor and half onto him. His hand was engrossed in the smelly substince, most of it landing on his shirt and ratty jeans. A whimper escaped him as he continued to dry heave even after everything was out of him.
The smell was the worst as the yellow, tinted red substances spilled onto him. It smelt worse then rotten food that was left out for many weeks. He felt himself start to heave again but this time he stopped it by breathing in from his mouth. Making sure not to take a wiff of air through his nose. If he did then the outcome wouldn't be good at all.
Tears fell freely now down his face as he found that his knees were too weak to hold him up. He felt himself shaking as he slowly slide down to the floor. His jean clad butt landing in the vomit. He whimpered to himself softly. Not taking notice of the figure in the bed moving. The covers being pulled back and he didn't even hear the iritated sigh escape the tall male. He was too busy rocking back and forth with helplessness.
"What's the hell is going on?" A rough voice whispered in a haste. The voice echoing through the silent room.
Sending Jack back to reality as he remembered he wasn't alone. He had done it again. Twice in one night. He had woken someone up with his mere problems and he knew he was in for it now. They were bound to call up his socail worker and send him on his way.
The tall male seemed to be squinting as he stood up from the bed. His face scrunched up in a look of disgust as he reached up to pinch the tip of his nose. "What the hell?" He mumbled to himself probably not seeing Jack yet for his eyes hadn't adjusted to the night light.
Jack made a squeaking sound as light filled the room and burned his teary eyes. He lifted them upwards to stare at the male and froze. It was the african american guy that had came into the room. He didn't remember what his name was but he knew he had tattoos on his arms. He had seen them before he was ushered out of the room. He felt his heart stop. Just great, he thought. He really knew how to get himself into trouble. What a great way to die. By the hands of a guy that looked like he could chew a nail in half.
"I..." Jack opened his mouth to whisper an answer to why he was in the room, but his throat burned and it only sent him into another histira as he realized he couldn't figure out what to say.
Angel groaned as he shook his head. He reached up to rub at his tired eyes as he slowly moved in front of Jack's crouched form. He didn't really feel in the mood to deal with this but he knew Ma would kill him if he turned Jack away. As he moved closer to him his face scrunched even more. What was the horrible smell? He thought as he bent down and sniffed some. His hands tightened onto his knees.
"What's that smell Jackie?" He whispered hoping his voice was calm and collected.
Jack was still crying but as he heard the soft voice he slowly calmed down some. "I...I had an accident." He whispered. His seven year old form looked so pathetic as he sat in his own vomit.
Normally Angel would be the kid that laughed his ass off at other's expense. But as his eyes trained in on Jack he felt his heart break for the poor kid. He had such a hard life and he didn't feel like it was his right to make it any harder. So biting back some harsh comment he reached down, his mouth wide open as he breathed deeply in. He stuffed his hands underneath Jack's arm pits and lifted his bony form easily. To easy for Angel's liking. He held him out in front of him as he hurried out of the open door and down the hall way. Stopping at the door right next to Bobby's. The bathroom. Kicking it open he took another deep breath. His face paling as he allowed Jackie to sat onto the toilet seat.
"Kid..." Angel whispered softly shaking his head. He wanted to ask him many things. One thing being how he had gotten himself into this terrible mess. He knew what he was about to ask Jack to do it would ruin everything. It would send Jack over the wall, and he knew it. "Um..Jackie.." He cleared his throat some as he reached out to touch Jack's shoulder gently. Witch caused him to shrink backwards. He sighed in somewhat anger but stopped himself. "I...need you to take your clothes off so i can get you cleaned!" He hurried the sentence out not wanting to prolong it anymore.
Jack frooze at those words. What was with this people and getting him out of his clothes, he silently though to himself. But he was after all only good for one thing. His small, thin seven year old body wasn't much for work. Maybe that's why everything eventually came down to him disrobing.
He shivered alittle as his crystal eyes stared straight into the man's before him. He wanted to believe that he had his best interests at heart but how many times had he heard that lie before? How many times has his best interest turned out to be others? Sighing he reached up and started to lift his arms up. The shirt bunching up in spots where the vomit was the most at.
Angel frowned at the scared look in Jack's eyes. He looked as if somebody had just taken away his favorite toy. He felt horrible inside but knew that Jack needed to get cleaned up before he got himself sick again from the nasy stintch.
"Im just gonna undress you and you can take a bath yourself ok sweetie." He whispered softly surprising himself with the word sweetie.
Jack once again stiffened at Angel's touch but this time the touch wasn't rough and demanding. It was gental and patience. Even though Angel's palms were very rough and calloused it didn't seem to bug Jack any as his shirt was lifted from him. Once the shirt was thrown to the side Angel took a few steps backwards. His hands lifted in front of him. "Go ahead and unbutton your jeans." He commanded softly as he reached up to run a hand over his bald head. Jack kept his head lowered as he started to unbutton his jeans. Kicking his small legs out in front of him as he knocked them onto the floor. Angel smiled at him this time. A real smile that showed just how white his teeth were compared to his milk chocolate skin. He moved quickly over to the bath tub and started it. Luke warm how he liked it, not knowing Jackie's prefrences. "Go ahead and take a bath...i'll be back in a few k." He lowered his eyes to the ground quickly as Jack seemed to still on the final button of his jeans. He felt a slight blush stain his cheeks as he moved quickly toward the door. His long fingers curling around the door knob, yanking it open and almost hitting himself in the head.
He heard a small laugh escape the small figure behind him. Witch had him turning on the spot. He was greatly glad that Jack hadn't taken off his jeans yet. For that would be a very embarrassing sutiation. "You think that's funny?" He asked in his intamidating voice witch caused Jack to shrink alittl ebit backwards. He cursed himself and slowly moved to bend down in front of the small kid. "Well..." He smiled as he reached up to ruffle Jacks hair. "It was alittle funny." He stated before shaking his head. A laugh escaping him this time.
A smile broke out on Jack as he realized he wasn't going to get hit or anything bad was going to happen to him. His doe eyes trained in on Angels and the next thing he did had Angel flying backwards from the force. He threw his small arms around Angel's neck and wrapped them so tight that Angel thought he was about to pass out from lake of air.
Angel smiled at him as he reached up to bat Jack's back. Not thinking that Jack may have some healing bruises on his back, but the wince wasn't missed by Angel's eyes. "I'm sorry kid." He whispered softly as he pulled him away at arms length and smiled at him. Reaching out to push some hair out of the other's eyes. He was really falling for this kid, in an older brother type.
Being the youngest for so long had really done a number on him. He was always treated as the baby and was always called one also. He never really had a chance to teach someone else as Bobby and Jerry had taught him. Had never really gotten to look out for someone with out having others around him. Hanging around Jack for even those few minutes and because a horrible situation had him believing that they will soon become good friends. He felt a smile form on his face at the thought of others seeing him as a friend with a seven year old. He was never much for being around kids. Always hanging with the older crowd.
He was snapped out of his thoughts as Jack reached out and shoved him away. Not liking the closeness for much longer then a few seconds. He kept pushing his smaller hands on Angel's chest. Feeling his own contrast as he felt like he was being caved in at the closeness. He whimpered slightly as tears once more stung his eyes.
"shit." Angel cursed as he quickly placed Jack onto his feet and moved away. Feeling slightly aggiated as he moved his hands from side to side, not knowing what else to do. "I'm just...i'm just gonna go." He didn't wait for Jack to answer back or even show a sign that he had heard him. He yanked the door open once more being that it had shut and left. Ignoring the stinging in his eyes from the total darkness of the hall way. He didnt really know where he was suppose to go. Not knowing if Jack had remembered witch room was his or not. So he decided to drop down in front of the door. Placing his back onto it he dropped his head onto his knees. His eyes closing from the tiredness of the days events.
It was many hours before Jack had finally found himself stepping out of the ice cold bath tub. His skin pruner then prun. He was shaking as he reached out blindly for a towel. He releazed as he dried himself off that Angel hadn't brought him any more clothes. He felt his heart drop at that relaziation. Maybe Angel had forgotten about him all together. It had been a while since he had been allowed to bath. But when he was allowed it was only for about two minutes. If it was any longer then the owners would bitch till he got out. He shivered once more as he tightened the damp towel around his body more.
His eyes scanning over the very small compartment of the bathroom. He hadn't taken notice of it before but now he wondered how Angel and himself had fit into the room together. Rolling his eyes he turned toward the small mirror over looking the sink. His doe eyes training in on his refelection. He knew he wasn't the most good looking kid but with all the dirt and grim on him he wasn't much of anything. But now...now that he could actually see his face he had to say he hated what he saw. His doe eyes, his straight edge nose and his sunken in cheeks made him seem like some monster out of a movie.
He felt his stomach chrunced again as he tried to stare at anything else in the mirror besides of his reflection. But sadly his huge head took up the whole space from one side to the other. He wanted to scream. Feeling the beginning of one biting it's self to the edge of his throat. But sadly his throat contracted as he slowly lowered it. Shaking his head some. Causing some droplets of water to shake off and land onto the already dirty mirror.
He hated how he looked because it reminded him so much of his past. So much of the reason why many hated him. Because the way he looked, the way he acts, the way he is. He groaned some as he gripped the edge of the sinks with white knuckles. He wasn't much of a aggressive person but at the moment he wanted nothing more then to throw his hand right into the center of the mirror. To break the reflection of his ugly self. So he wouldn't have to see it ever again.
He felt his body start to shake. Going from the bottoms of his toes to the top of his head. He didn't understand at the moment what was happening to him but he wanted it to stop. He wanted everything to stop. All the pain! All the beatings, and all the touching that everyone did! He hated the feel of their hands on his body. It always made him feel so uncomfortable no matter how many times others would tell him to clam down. To relax and just go with the flow. But the flow wasn't what he wanted! He wanted to just close his eyes and drift off to a dreamless sleep.
Knees feeling weak, he felt himself start to fall downwards. His hands still gripping the sink even tighter as his bare butt landed onto the ground. He remembered a fairy tail that was told to him a long, long time ago. Others told him that he shouldn't remember things from such a small toddler and he knew he shouldn't either. He was afterall the one that forgot something right after you told it to him! But maybe it was because he repeated it to himself over and over again every night. He would silently repeat it in his head as others had their way with him. Pray that someday he could drift off and end up in that wonderland. Maybe if he was there he would somehow be reconnected with the kind woman who had told him that story.
He could still hear her voice in his ears as she recited each line as if it was a script in her head. He couldn't really see her that well since it seemed there was a bright light shinning in her face. But he did remember her kind eyes that had a slight wrinkle near the right side. They were crystal blue like his and they held so much love in them Jack wasn't sure that they were even directed toward him.
Letting out a bitter laugh he shook his head finally releasing his hold onto the sink. He had wished so many nights that he could remember the woman. That the kind eyes were directed toward him. But he knew it was no such thing. He reached up and rubbed at his eyes with numbed fingers.
He knew he had to leave soon before others woke up and found him hidden away in the bathroom with no clothes on. But he felt well...safe in the bathroom. His eyes turned quickly to the door knob and he sighed in relief when he saw it had a lock. He could hide away in here and become a chicken yet again. But sadly he knew it would only cause more trouble in the long run. So instead of wasting anymore time thinking he slowly moved toward the door opening it just a inch but felt it hit something solid. He frowned alittle as he slowly peaked through the opening of the door. Leaning half against the door and half against the wall was Angel with his head lowered toward his chest. Jack's frown deepened as he once more gently closed the door.
What was he too do now?
Jack bit back a groan as he slowly slide down the door. His legs stretched out in front of him as his eyes trained on the white parble bath tube and stayed glued to it. A few minutes later his breathing evened out as his eyes dropped closed.
I decided to change around the ending a bit..I just couldn't seem to figure out a chapter four with the way chapter three had ended...i like this better.