I Knew You Were Trouble (masterpost) (Chapter 3)
Title: I Knew You Were Trouble
Pairing: Jack Barakat/Alex Gaskarth(JALEX)
POV>: 3rd
Summary: I think, I think when it’s all over it just comes back in flashes, you know. It’s like a kaleidoscope of memories, but it just all comes back. But he never does. I think part of me knew the second I saw him that this would happen. It’s not really anything he said, or anything he did, it was the feeling that came along with it. And, the crazy thing is, I don’t know if I am ever going to feel that way again, but I don’t know if I should. I knew his world moved too fast and burned too bright, but I just thought, how can the devil be pulling you towards someone who looks so much like an angel when he smiles at you. Maybe he knew that, when he saw me. I guess I just lost my balance. I think that the worst part of it all wasn’t losing him, it was losing me. I don’t know if you know who you are until you lose who you are.
Warning: non-con smut. highschool!AU. smut. age difference. rape
Disclaimer: MATT FLYZIK IS MINE SO YOU CAN ALL F*CK OFF :)) Lol kidding. This story is just as fake as Nicki Minaj's butt. Ew.
Title Cred: I Knew You Were Trouble -- Taylor Swift
Summary Cred: Intro of I Knew You Were Trouble MTV <3 You guys should watch it.
YES I'M LISTENING TO TAYLOR SWIFT. JUDGE ME. XD
Home. It never felt like it though. He never felt at home in his own home.
Home is where you get to feel comfortable. Like, you can do practically everything you want without being told to. Home is where you feel loved and warm with someone in your arms. Like what they always say, 'Home is where your heart is'. But Alex never felt at home.
He never felt at ease in ten years. He felt like he's being watched all the time and then BAM! Someone's at the door waiting to ram their filthy dicks up in you.
Alex was never home.
His own home was the sharpness of his razors, the scars and cut on his thighs. The blood on the floor and the tears in his eyes. That's his home.
And right now, he just wants to be at home. And right now, that's where he's headed.
Walking towards the bathroom, it was always automatic, this routine is. Like, his body already knows what he's gonna do even when his brain was blank and shut off.
It was nights like this when Alex could genuinely smile. Not because someone made a cocky joke or he's actually happy. No. It was nights like this, where Alex holds a razor in his hand. A bottle of whiskey on the other. Pills in the cupboard and tears on the floor. Yeah, nights like these is always nice for Alex. These things, are his family. The only thing he has. His treasures.
One cut. Two cuts. Three. And the next thing he knew, he's up on his 23rd cut and a half bottle of whiskey. And that's where Alex managed to smile.
Two more cuts and finishing off the bottle, he's out.
Passed out on the floor, jeans were down on his ankles and blood pouring down on his thighs to his skinny legs. Alcohol getting the best of him.
And he's out.
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Alex was never a morning person.
He woke up half past five am until he realized it was Thursday. And he had to go to school.
And standing up was just as bad as having a hangover.
Dried blood on the floor and on his legs and thighs. A bottle laying on the floor. To be short, he fell asleep in the bathroom. And it was not a pretty scene.
He was cold and his back hurts. His cuts were stinging and he felt so disgusted covered in his own blood. How ironic isn't it?
Worst part was, he had a massive headache. And it sure as hell's not going away soon.
Standing up was far more worse though. His legs were shaking from lack of blood and his head was spinning he almost fell down.
"Ugh fuck." He mumbled to himself as he held on to the sink to pull himself up.
When he was standing straight and composed, he made his way to the kitchen to put on some toast and coffee. He fucking needed that.
Just then he could smell and awful stench that coming from none other than him.
A shower would be nice since he hadn't cleaned himself up and he's got a lot of time still to get ready for school.
Once everything was done and he's eaten already. Dressing himself up nicely, playing that if Matt doesn't want him. At least he could still impress other people. He won't let Matt get to him.
And assuming that he won't probably get a lift to school today. He decided to just walk.
And the familiar figure standing just at the hallway of his apartment stopped him from his tracks. He swore he'd seen this beautiful man before. But where?
He just couldn't remember.
Pairing: Jack Barakat/Alex Gaskarth(JALEX)
POV>: 3rd
Summary: I think, I think when it’s all over it just comes back in flashes, you know. It’s like a kaleidoscope of memories, but it just all comes back. But he never does. I think part of me knew the second I saw him that this would happen. It’s not really anything he said, or anything he did, it was the feeling that came along with it. And, the crazy thing is, I don’t know if I am ever going to feel that way again, but I don’t know if I should. I knew his world moved too fast and burned too bright, but I just thought, how can the devil be pulling you towards someone who looks so much like an angel when he smiles at you. Maybe he knew that, when he saw me. I guess I just lost my balance. I think that the worst part of it all wasn’t losing him, it was losing me. I don’t know if you know who you are until you lose who you are.
Warning: non-con smut. highschool!AU. smut. age difference. rape
Disclaimer: MATT FLYZIK IS MINE SO YOU CAN ALL F*CK OFF :)) Lol kidding. This story is just as fake as Nicki Minaj's butt. Ew.
Title Cred: I Knew You Were Trouble -- Taylor Swift
Summary Cred: Intro of I Knew You Were Trouble MTV <3 You guys should watch it.
YES I'M LISTENING TO TAYLOR SWIFT. JUDGE ME. XD
Home. It never felt like it though. He never felt at home in his own home.
Home is where you get to feel comfortable. Like, you can do practically everything you want without being told to. Home is where you feel loved and warm with someone in your arms. Like what they always say, 'Home is where your heart is'. But Alex never felt at home.
He never felt at ease in ten years. He felt like he's being watched all the time and then BAM! Someone's at the door waiting to ram their filthy dicks up in you.
Alex was never home.
His own home was the sharpness of his razors, the scars and cut on his thighs. The blood on the floor and the tears in his eyes. That's his home.
And right now, he just wants to be at home. And right now, that's where he's headed.
Walking towards the bathroom, it was always automatic, this routine is. Like, his body already knows what he's gonna do even when his brain was blank and shut off.
It was nights like this when Alex could genuinely smile. Not because someone made a cocky joke or he's actually happy. No. It was nights like this, where Alex holds a razor in his hand. A bottle of whiskey on the other. Pills in the cupboard and tears on the floor. Yeah, nights like these is always nice for Alex. These things, are his family. The only thing he has. His treasures.
One cut. Two cuts. Three. And the next thing he knew, he's up on his 23rd cut and a half bottle of whiskey. And that's where Alex managed to smile.
Two more cuts and finishing off the bottle, he's out.
Passed out on the floor, jeans were down on his ankles and blood pouring down on his thighs to his skinny legs. Alcohol getting the best of him.
And he's out.
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Alex was never a morning person.
He woke up half past five am until he realized it was Thursday. And he had to go to school.
And standing up was just as bad as having a hangover.
Dried blood on the floor and on his legs and thighs. A bottle laying on the floor. To be short, he fell asleep in the bathroom. And it was not a pretty scene.
He was cold and his back hurts. His cuts were stinging and he felt so disgusted covered in his own blood. How ironic isn't it?
Worst part was, he had a massive headache. And it sure as hell's not going away soon.
Standing up was far more worse though. His legs were shaking from lack of blood and his head was spinning he almost fell down.
"Ugh fuck." He mumbled to himself as he held on to the sink to pull himself up.
When he was standing straight and composed, he made his way to the kitchen to put on some toast and coffee. He fucking needed that.
Just then he could smell and awful stench that coming from none other than him.
A shower would be nice since he hadn't cleaned himself up and he's got a lot of time still to get ready for school.
Once everything was done and he's eaten already. Dressing himself up nicely, playing that if Matt doesn't want him. At least he could still impress other people. He won't let Matt get to him.
And assuming that he won't probably get a lift to school today. He decided to just walk.
And the familiar figure standing just at the hallway of his apartment stopped him from his tracks. He swore he'd seen this beautiful man before. But where?
He just couldn't remember.