Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (7/?)
Title: Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (Chapter Seven)
Author: hihunter
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jalex (Jack Barakat/Alex Gaskarth)
Summary: There isn’t a reason for it, I can’t point my finger on why it consumes my brain every second.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone...
Warning: Deals with OCD, obviously.
Author's Notes: Finally. I’m sorry for building up happiness to throw it in the fire. I’m so unhappy with the way this chapter turned out. I just can’t gjdslg
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Right as I was about to cross the line of sleep, there were two knocks on my window, spaced out about a second apart. I jumped up and looked at the window, hoping and praying that it was just the tree outside. I buried myself a little further under the covers, only the top of my head peeking out so I could look at the window.
Another tap sounded and I decided to get out the bed to see what it was. The only logical explanation was the tree because it certainly wasn’t a robber, right? Why would they warn me or their presence?
I pushed the window up, only to be smacked in the face with whatever was hitting my window before. “Ow,” I muttered, rubbing my cheek in slight pain.
“Sorry,” someone said below me, making me jump even more then before.
It took a second for my eyes to adjust to the dark, but soon I recognized the lanky figure. “Jack, what are you doing here,” I hissed, looking back at double checking to make sure my door was closed. I really couldn’t wake up my parents now. Despite how little they’re around, they’re really strict about curfew and who can and can’t come over. If only they knew though.
“I can’t stay at home, Alex. Can I come in?” he said, his voice raw with emotion. He wasn’t facing up and his arms were clutching his side and it brought me back to wondering about what he told me the other day.
“Did you get kicked out?” I asked, about to run downstairs to let him in, but I was really just curious at this point.
“No, I just- I can’t be there right now. Please, Alex, I have nowhere else to go,” he begged, looking up finally, but I couldn’t really see is face in the dark.
“Give me a second,” I told him, shutting the window and being careful to walk down the stairs quietly. What I was doing didn’t really hit me until I was walking down the 12, even steps. This was Saturday morning at half past 1, I should be sleeping. This wasn’t what I should be doing. There was a schedule. I almost, really and truly almost, turned around and went back to bed, but I had changed my schedule before for him, why not now, when he really needed it?
I unlocked the door and opened it slowly, Jack facing the opposite direction before he turned around.
I couldn’t see him well, but I know he was relieved by the sigh he let out. He pulled his hood down in effort to let me see him better, but it was too dark.
“Come on, let’s go upstairs,” I whispered, reaching out to take his hand, but retrieving it once I started to think about it.
“I’m sorry, Alex. I know this can’t be easy for you and, uh, your-”
“Shut up, Jack,” I whispered at him, blushing a little. “You’ll wake my parents.”
“If you don’t mind me asking,” I said, clearing my throat and looking at his shaking figure perched under my comforter. “Why are you here?”
He looked up at me and I only then noticed how wild his eyes looked tonight. “I can’t tell you. I can’t tell anyone.”
I scoffed. “I kind of have a right to know, does that sound familiar? You’re in my house at 2 in the morning and to be quite honest, you’re freaking me and my schedule out,” I told him quietly. If it were any other time of the day, I’d be yelling at him right now.
He looked down again and then back up again. “You won’t tell, right?” he asked, pleaded. “You have to swear.”
I furrowed my eyebrows, not really sure where this was going. “Of course I won’t tell anyone. What is it?”
“You know how I said I have family issues?” he asked, chewing on his bottom lip and staring at me so intensely, I thought I might explode.
I nodded and got even more confused when he started to take off his hoodie. “I, uh, I’ll just show you.”
Something clicked in my head when I saw his face contort in pain as he brought his arms up higher to peel it off. “Jack, no,” I whispered.
He ignored it and pulled his tee shirt up, showing his should-be-pale stomach. It was covered black and blue and yellow and hints of green. If it were anything but skin, it would be a beautiful array of colors, but this was Jack and he had to have had lots of force to make these. “My dad hit me and I can’t go back there, not now, Alex,” he said, his voice shaking and tears starting to fall down his cheek.
“It’s alright,” I said, reaching my hand over the distance he was from me on the bed and stroking his cheek. I cringed a little as I did so, but it seemed to comfort him, so I kept it there for a second before taking it away.
He smiled at me a little and pulled his shirt back down, then pushing his hair out of his eyes.
“You’re bleeding!” I exclaimed, looking at a nasty looking cut on his forehead that his bangs had previously been covering.
He reached up and touched the cut, “Oh, I never noticed,” he whispered, looking at the blood.
I started to get woozy at the site. Me and blood? Definitely not best friends. It was dirty and dirty and dirty. “I’ll go get a washcloth,” I said, getting up and then practically staggering to the door. I said it mostly to get out of the room, but also because fuck, the cut was pretty deep and it scared the shit out of me.
I quickly got a towel and brought it back into my room. Even if I was mildly freaking out, I had to get things clean. “Here we go,” I said, sitting next to him and pressing it against his forehead.
“Alex, I really am sorry. I know this is hard for you, I can tell, but it means a lot,” he said quietly.
I didn’t say anything too him, I just concentrated on the red tint of the used-to-be white towel.
He sighed and looked back down, not saying anything after that.
Author: hihunter
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jalex (Jack Barakat/Alex Gaskarth)
Summary: There isn’t a reason for it, I can’t point my finger on why it consumes my brain every second.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone...
Warning: Deals with OCD, obviously.
Author's Notes: Finally. I’m sorry for building up happiness to throw it in the fire. I’m so unhappy with the way this chapter turned out. I just can’t gjdslg
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Right as I was about to cross the line of sleep, there were two knocks on my window, spaced out about a second apart. I jumped up and looked at the window, hoping and praying that it was just the tree outside. I buried myself a little further under the covers, only the top of my head peeking out so I could look at the window.
Another tap sounded and I decided to get out the bed to see what it was. The only logical explanation was the tree because it certainly wasn’t a robber, right? Why would they warn me or their presence?
I pushed the window up, only to be smacked in the face with whatever was hitting my window before. “Ow,” I muttered, rubbing my cheek in slight pain.
“Sorry,” someone said below me, making me jump even more then before.
It took a second for my eyes to adjust to the dark, but soon I recognized the lanky figure. “Jack, what are you doing here,” I hissed, looking back at double checking to make sure my door was closed. I really couldn’t wake up my parents now. Despite how little they’re around, they’re really strict about curfew and who can and can’t come over. If only they knew though.
“I can’t stay at home, Alex. Can I come in?” he said, his voice raw with emotion. He wasn’t facing up and his arms were clutching his side and it brought me back to wondering about what he told me the other day.
“Did you get kicked out?” I asked, about to run downstairs to let him in, but I was really just curious at this point.
“No, I just- I can’t be there right now. Please, Alex, I have nowhere else to go,” he begged, looking up finally, but I couldn’t really see is face in the dark.
“Give me a second,” I told him, shutting the window and being careful to walk down the stairs quietly. What I was doing didn’t really hit me until I was walking down the 12, even steps. This was Saturday morning at half past 1, I should be sleeping. This wasn’t what I should be doing. There was a schedule. I almost, really and truly almost, turned around and went back to bed, but I had changed my schedule before for him, why not now, when he really needed it?
I unlocked the door and opened it slowly, Jack facing the opposite direction before he turned around.
I couldn’t see him well, but I know he was relieved by the sigh he let out. He pulled his hood down in effort to let me see him better, but it was too dark.
“Come on, let’s go upstairs,” I whispered, reaching out to take his hand, but retrieving it once I started to think about it.
“I’m sorry, Alex. I know this can’t be easy for you and, uh, your-”
“Shut up, Jack,” I whispered at him, blushing a little. “You’ll wake my parents.”
“If you don’t mind me asking,” I said, clearing my throat and looking at his shaking figure perched under my comforter. “Why are you here?”
He looked up at me and I only then noticed how wild his eyes looked tonight. “I can’t tell you. I can’t tell anyone.”
I scoffed. “I kind of have a right to know, does that sound familiar? You’re in my house at 2 in the morning and to be quite honest, you’re freaking me and my schedule out,” I told him quietly. If it were any other time of the day, I’d be yelling at him right now.
He looked down again and then back up again. “You won’t tell, right?” he asked, pleaded. “You have to swear.”
I furrowed my eyebrows, not really sure where this was going. “Of course I won’t tell anyone. What is it?”
“You know how I said I have family issues?” he asked, chewing on his bottom lip and staring at me so intensely, I thought I might explode.
I nodded and got even more confused when he started to take off his hoodie. “I, uh, I’ll just show you.”
Something clicked in my head when I saw his face contort in pain as he brought his arms up higher to peel it off. “Jack, no,” I whispered.
He ignored it and pulled his tee shirt up, showing his should-be-pale stomach. It was covered black and blue and yellow and hints of green. If it were anything but skin, it would be a beautiful array of colors, but this was Jack and he had to have had lots of force to make these. “My dad hit me and I can’t go back there, not now, Alex,” he said, his voice shaking and tears starting to fall down his cheek.
“It’s alright,” I said, reaching my hand over the distance he was from me on the bed and stroking his cheek. I cringed a little as I did so, but it seemed to comfort him, so I kept it there for a second before taking it away.
He smiled at me a little and pulled his shirt back down, then pushing his hair out of his eyes.
“You’re bleeding!” I exclaimed, looking at a nasty looking cut on his forehead that his bangs had previously been covering.
He reached up and touched the cut, “Oh, I never noticed,” he whispered, looking at the blood.
I started to get woozy at the site. Me and blood? Definitely not best friends. It was dirty and dirty and dirty. “I’ll go get a washcloth,” I said, getting up and then practically staggering to the door. I said it mostly to get out of the room, but also because fuck, the cut was pretty deep and it scared the shit out of me.
I quickly got a towel and brought it back into my room. Even if I was mildly freaking out, I had to get things clean. “Here we go,” I said, sitting next to him and pressing it against his forehead.
“Alex, I really am sorry. I know this is hard for you, I can tell, but it means a lot,” he said quietly.
I didn’t say anything too him, I just concentrated on the red tint of the used-to-be white towel.
He sighed and looked back down, not saying anything after that.