Alex Runaway With Me

Bittersweet Justice

(Alex's POV)

I knew I was in for one of Jack's rants when I turned into the driveway. I couldn't hide that I was hurt, but where the hell was I going to go? Sure enough the moment I walked in the door, Jack was grabbing his keys to take me to the hospital. "Jack seriously, I popped my rib back in place, my head isn't bleeding anymore, I'm fine." I said pulling on his arm, begging him to let it go. My mom was working at the hospital and she'd flip. I wanted to avoid that woman like she was the plague.

"No Alex, you need medical help! I know you think it'll all be ok but it won't. You need a proper wrapping around your ribs and it's obvious your head is still bleeding. You need stitches you dumbfuck!" Jack yelled back at me and I couldn't help but try to shrink back into the kitchen counter. I reluctantly agreed as he basically pulled me to the car. I felt nauseous and really just wanted to sleep. I fell into the passenger seat and immediately nodded off to sleep.

I guess Jack drove me to the hospital and literally carried me in to the ER because I woke up in a white, too white room. It was so bright, and there was a beeping. How did I sleep with that shit? Either way I was numb. My entire body was just numb. There was this needle and something on my finger. It felt like there was something wrapped tightly around my head and ribs. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw Jack, maybe the light was what was making it one of those cheesy romance movie moments where you see the love of your life in bright lights. But the lights cleared and there were two police officers looking at Jack and then to their paper to write things down. They sometimes looked to me sympathetically, but I guess my eyes were too squinted for them to realize I was awake. I strained to open them wide, working just enough for Jack to see when he turned around. Panic, sympathy, and sadness registered on his face.

"I...I had to tell them Lex, otherwise they were going to think I did this to you. Your mom was still drunk and admitted to everything...they're going to find her now..." Jack said stuttering and soft. I can't believe it, he didn't even wait until I woke up, I mean it was the right thing to do but I was still...mad. Why the fuck am I mad? The woman who made my life a living hell is finally getting what she deserves, Jack was saving me, and I don't have to worry about crossing paths with Satan. Yet, despite all of this I was mad, and I can't even figure out why. Instead of spewing something I figured I would regret, I stayed silent, and hoped Jack would understand. He sat down beside me and entangled my free hand in his own. He hadn't shut the door so I caught a glimpse of my mother, kicking and thrashing while police held her arms that were nicely cuffed. I couldn't help but almost swallow my tongue when she asked to stop in my doorway.

"So you ratted me out to your little boyfriend, huh? I knew you were a good for nothing fag. Couldn't take a little pain you pansy? You make me sick, fucking sick. I hope you know you'll rot in hell for this." she said angrily and spit at me. The two men drug her away yelling something about how that was another charge that will surely come up in court. I was speechless, tears streaming down my face. I didn't care if she was the biggest bitch I've ever come in contact with, or the fact that she was just lying. Those words ripped right through me. I felt weak, like a horrible person.

Jack sat there motionless, no longer rubbing circles into my hand. He'd never heard her yell at me, not like that. His shock will probably wear off soon, I hope it does, otherwise I don't think I'll be able to handle it. I tried to fall back asleep, but was just awoken by nightmare after nightmare. Jack was there, by my side, every time I woke up. He looked drained, emotionally and physically, and I couldn't help but tell him to go eat something and sleep at home. Reluctant to move, he stayed by my side for the next two days. The doctor I had wasn't going to allow me to perform on Friday, but I've never really listened to doctor's orders.