Crying Wolf (5/?)
Title: Crying Wolf (5/?)
Author: denyyourfate
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jack Barakat/Alex Gaskarth
POV: Jack's
Summary: It sucks when you're known for lying and then you actually tell the truth, but not one person believes you.
Disclaimer: This is not real. I only own the plot and writing.
A/N: I'm back after 5 months. Sorry for the wait; I've been busy with college apps and my last year of high school.
Masterpost.
The light from the window hits my face and I grimace. I never leave the blinds in my room open for this exact reason. I can't stand the light. It's everywhere and nothing can stop it from getting through.
I get up and close the blinds. The only way the blinds could be open are if my father came in my room.
Knowing he came in here leaves me with a bitter taste in my mouth which I can't get rid of, no matter how hard I try.
I try and spend as much time in my room as I can, to avoid having to go downstairs. I know he's down there, just waiting for me to appear. Looking at the clock, I sigh. It's time for breakfast and I know my father will be angry if I don't show up.
When I enter the kitchen, the table is already set with food and utensils. My father is reading his paper until he notices I have entered the room. I sit at the table and wait for it to begin, like clockwork.
"You're just as lazy as your mother. Good for nothing too."
Breathe in. Out. Pretend you're alone. That he's not here speaking to you.
"Why do I even keep you around? You're just a waste of space in this house. I can't wait till you're gone."
I wait until he's finished eating and has left the room to loosen my grip on my fork. No matter how many times he puts me down, I can never get used to it. I think it's because I know he did not use to be this way. He changed when my mother left, but he won't admit it. I know he blames me by the way he looks and speaks to me and I know I can never change that. It's somehow my fault that I look like her and am a constant reminder of what he has lost.
Whenever I think of my mother I don't see anything. All I remember are soft kisses on the forehead and being chased through the grass. I can't remember what she looked like and my father got rid of all her pictures after she left.
The only thing he couldn't get rid of was me. But he doesn't want me; he wants her. I know he'd gladly trade me.
I've been trying to get out of the house to leave him alone in his misery, and so far I've been successful. With my spare time I've been trying to get closer to Alex Gaskarth. We're two people, who are alike, but so different. We've both been abandoned by family members, but he's turned into a liar because of it. I've merely turned into someone who can block out anything.
I'm fascinated by him and I think he's fascinated with me too.
I want to pick him apart inside, piece my piece. I want to know what makes him tick. I want to know what makes the lies flow from his mouth.
When I started messing with him, I didn't know why I wanted to do it. But I do now. He needs to open his eyes and realize that there is a different world outside this town. He isn't going to be forced to stay here; he can escape.
Escape from this town is the only thing that can save you from it's misery.
My mother knew it and so did his brother.
I'd rather jump ship before it swallows me whole, too.