Im so sorry it took me this long to post. Hopefully peopel still want t oread it. I'm ganno post on va normal once a week like I used to. I'm working on catching up with alot of my fanfiction but hopefully i stay on scedual. I was only two days late once. Other than that I've stayed on pace. Please Review. I hope you're still reading. I wont continue if only one or two people are reading. Maybe I would come back to it but I have alot of other stories to work on. So Please review and let me know if i should bother continuing.
Jack woke up with a shout. He was covered in sweat and breathing like someone had choked him. He had another nightmare. He had woken screaming three times last night. His father had ran in both times with a baseball bat. Even in his tired and scared state he was able to laugh. He wouldn't need a baseball bat. If an intruder came in they'd be unconscious before his dad could even make it out of his bedroom door.
He slumped out of bed, grabbing random clothes. He didn't care if they matched. He'd be getting suspended anyway. It wasn't that he was planning on getting suspended. He just knew that he wouldn't be able to control himself when he saw those fucking ass holes who hurt his Sidney. When had he become his Sidney? 'Probably last night when you made him your king and promised to be his night. He wanted to laugh that off but he couldn't because some part of him that wasn't as deep down anymore meant every word. He wanted to protect Sidney. He wanted Sidney to be his king.
Jack tripped on his own feet, scared of that thought. Sidney wasn't his king, not really. Jack had just promised to protect him. Then why whenever he tried to picture Sidney he was in his midlevel outfit and crown. Jack was feeling like a freak. It was probably just the nightmares' fault.
He walked into the bathroom and striped his soggy clothes off. He had to peal his shirt off his chest. He'd really had a bad night. He was going to forget that though. He was going to step under the shower's warm spray and let those memories wash away.
The water had the opposite effect. All he could think about were his dreams. They had started out like memories. He relived watching Sidney get hurt and having to carry him to safety. But every time he woke the memory's twisted more. He watched Sidney die. He saw the blood running from his gaping mouth. He heard the last words "You were too late". He lay over the corpse of the teenager, feet from the ambulance, seeing nothing but the cold lifeless body and the pair of Jocks that laughed and pointed. The soap in Jacks hand shot away from the pressure he had been gripping it with. It bounced off the wall and hit him in the knee.
"Fuck" Jack growled. He never swore, not unless it was a really bad situation or someone did something extremely bad. This wasn't one of those situations so he'd have to calm down. Breathing deep even breaths Jack rinsed the excessive amounts of shampoo and conditioner out of his hair. He dried himself with his towel and stepped into his clothe. In his distraction he completely forgot his hair products. By the end of the day his perfect hair might have split ends.
Jacks parents stared at him as he morosely went through his daily routine. He didn't even bother combing his hair. They tried to talk to him once but were shut down with a terrifying glare. They hadn't tried again.
Jack grabbed his bag and left the house almost half an hour earlier than normal. As he waited for the bus another thought began to bother him. He'd been at the hospital last night. He'd been the one to see Sidney. The doctor had talked to Milton and himself. Where were Sidney's parents? His parents would have been at his side the moment they heard what happened and wouldn't leave till they knew he was safe. Sidney's parents didn't even call!
The bus screeched to a stop in front of him. He frowned and entered. Didn't Sidney have parents? He had to, or at least a guardian. What kind of person would let their kid go through all that alone? 'What kind of person', he'd been saying that a lot. He needed to know! Milton would be getting on at the next stop. He would know. The five agonizingly long minutes to the next stop felt like an eternity. Every second ticked by with another possible answer, each worse than the last.
"Milton" Jack shouted at the boy as he passed.
"Jack?" Milton asked wearily. Jack looked like hell. There were bags under his eyes and the right side of his hair was sticking out in messy spikes.
"I need to talk to you." Jack said. Milton nodded and sat down, knowing it had something to do with Sidney.
"Why weren't Sidney's parents at the hospital yesterday?" Jack spouted out. Milton's face went cold. The frown that had been etched on his face deepened into almost a scowl and the dark look in his eyes cast shadows down his cheeks.
"They don't get along" Milton said roughly.
"Why?" Jack prodded.
"It's not my place to say" Milton deadpanned. He didn't want to answer these questions.
"Milton, I need to know. What kind of parents don't show up after their kid was beaten almost to death and put in the hospital." Milton flinched. He didn't need to tell Jack but he hated that man and woman more than anyone else in the world.
"No you don't" Milton hissed with more venom than he had meant. "It's Sidney's life. If you want to know ask him. I'm not going to share his secrets. I know you care Jack but there are boundaries. You'll have to stay on the right side. If you don't things will only hurt more."
I know this was a short chapter and I'm sorry. The next one will be longer. This didnt have much plot but it's mostly so I know if you guys want me to continue. Please tell me if you do.