Chapter 164 - The Embrace You Need

Jack.

I know when he left the room. There is this relief that I felt when Lance walked into the car and told me everything. Trick's problem basically became mine. When he told me everything, I felt it in my core. I felt like I needed to do something and even if lance is the one to thank. I am glad that we came to this point.

I stayed in bed with him, I tried to wrap him around my arms, show him that I am the comfort he needs but deep down, I wasn't even surprised when he left the bed. When he walked out of the apartment. I get that he needed space. It is a lot to take in. his mother literally lied to him for a year. She made him think he had committed murder when in truth, he didn't even do anything but defend himself.

She was so desperate to collect money from him that she manipulated him for so long. I don't even know what is going on in his mind but I feel for him. I wish I could take all the remaining pain from his heart. I wish he could forget it all and we could finally move on. We are two people that are so alike, having had the same situations growing up and maybe it is for the best. I mean, I completely understand him and he does the same too.

It's been an hour since he left the apartment and maybe I should worry but I know he will be fine. This is not the moment to worry. Trick has this thing where he likes to be in his shell. He doesn't want me to feed off his energy. He likes to be alone sometimes. I can't believe that I know him to the point where I know this about him. Lance is the only person that I have ever known and he is like a brother to me. Trick has become the one for me. the person that I want to spend the rest of my life with.

He has become everything.

The moment I hear the door close, I pull the covers over my head. I don't want him to come into the room and see me waiting up for him. I hear his footsteps in the kitchen, I hear the shouldn't the fridge makes as he opens it. I close my eyes, with my fake sleep pretense. It takes him a while to walk into the room and the minute he does, he climbs on the bed. His weight presses the mattress. The first thing I smell is weed. He has been smoking.

I know he smokes. It helps him take the edge off and I guess this is the way he is going to get over everything that happened. His arms wrap around my waist as he pulls me closer. I have never been a fan of weed. I don't really like the smell but right now, at this moment, in his arms, it has become my favorite smell.

"I know you are awake,'' he whispers into the night. He sounds like he is smiling. I cant see his face because the room is dark but from his voice, I can tell he is smiling. Does that even make any sense?

"Jack,'' he calls my name calmly. He is in his Zen mode. High Trick is one of my favorites. I love that he is slow at everything when he is high. The way he walks, the way he talks. I start to imagine him fucking me when he is high.

God, that will be insane.

"I am not awake,'' I respond to him.

This gets a laugh out of him. "You know I always know when you are awake,'' he whispers into my ear. "You snore when you are not pretending to be asleep,'' he adds teasingly.

I push him away from me and he tries to grab me but I am off the bed in an instant. He jumps up immediately and tries to catch me but I am out of the room in an instant. Remember saying he is slow when high—well it takes him a minute to get out into the living room and try to catch me.

His eyes are wide open. Sleep is far from his books. I know I should probably be sleeping. We are going to get Ford out of the hospital tomorrow and lance said I should get all the rest I need. I don't actually think it will be that difficult to get him out. It is just a hospital. I mean how hard can it be?

"Come here,'' he stomps his feet to the floor in the cutest way I have ever seen. I am in a corner in the living room, behind the couch. The living is dark, except for a little lamp on the table.

"And what if I refuse?'' I raise a brow in a sort of 'I challenge you' way.

'he laughs again. Everything is funny to Trick when he is high. He takes a step closer to me. I wait for him to make his move. It is five in the morning and we are acting like a bunch of five-year-olds.

"I will come to you,'' he runs over to him and I let him catch me because being in his arms is better than whatever we are doing right now. he lifts me off the ground immediately and I shriek from the shock. "let me go,'' I plead playfully. He laughs even louder than earlier just as he throws me on the couch and climbs unto me.

"What if I don't want to?'' he drawls out his words, my heart thumps loudly against his chest. He can hear it—probably and from the smile on his face, I can tell that he likes my reaction. He likes that he makes me weak, that my heart only responds to him.

He leans closer to me. our lips are just inches apart. I want to kiss him badly "I need you to move in with me,'' he blurts before I can press my lips to his. I furrow my brows in confusion. Not sure why he is saying this. we basically live together already. I don't even go home that often. Most of my things are here, in his house. So I don't know what brought this up. This is not even the time. I want him to fuck me again. Not talk about my father and the problems that come with him.

"I live with you already,'' I remind him because it seems like he has forgotten.

He shakes his head "You know what I am talking about,'' he reaches for me and brushes his thumb against the bruise on my lip. Most of my injuries are healing. The black eyes is a purple shade. In a couple of weeks, we both won't remember all the pain he inflicted on me. okay, maybe it is not something I can forget but I will try my best to.

"What are you talking about?'' I actually have no clue. I don't know what he is thinking about right now.

"I don't want you to go back to that man.''

Now I know what he is talking about. "I already explained this to you. I can't leave him yet."

He sighs and then gets off me. I hate that the conversation turned into this. I hate that we couldn't just keep having fun without bringing up all the problems in our lives.

"I don't want you there anymore. I didn't have the opportunity to leave. I didn't have anyone to pull me out of my situation but I can do that for you…I can be that for you.''

His cry is desperate. I see it in his eyes. He wants to do this for me but this has everything to do with him. this isn't really about me. this is about him.

"We have each other now Trick. No one is going to be in that situation. We are not going to lose to the toxicity of our parents." I stand up from the couch and walk over from him. I knew this was bothering him. I don't know how he is feeling about the whole thing but he isn't just happy. He might have gotten out of the situation but the fact that it still happened will haunt him.

I pull him by the end of his shirt and he walks over to me slowly. His eyes are red, tears welling on the outside. He rests his head on my shoulder and exhales a breath "He was never dead,'' he mumbles so low but I hear him because he is the only one, I am paying attention to. "They made me think he was dead, for a whole year I had nightmares. For a whole year, I thought I killed him.''

I embrace him because that is all I can do.

This too shall pass.