damn daddy.

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once the phone call ended, jackson drove to justin’s apartment and dug around his car for the spare key. jackson had been brokenhearted when justin moved out and began a life of his own but he never once doubted that his brother loved him and would take care of him if need be. the key was quickly found under the passenger seat, hidden away with gum wrappers and old condom wrappers. two things that jackson found useful on a weekly basis. the apartment was small but had justin written all over it. ' don't mind if i do, big brotha. ' opening the door, jack went straight to the over sized couch and sat down, allowing his body to sink into the cool leather.  

' are you fucking kidding me right now ? ‘ jackson felt rage boiling inside him. he had spent the entire day with his family, a collection of people who he HATED and WISHED would leave him alone. it had been years since he felt like he belonged with his family.  ‘ this place is a fucking nightmare, just let me go. ‘ a whisper that roared loud enough for his father to hear him. a drunk man with rage in his eyes and fire in his over sized belly. ‘ dad ! i’m going out, leave me the fuck alone. ‘ he gave his father a smirk and slammed the door, heading toward his car. an old beater that had been handed down from cambridge to cambridge. dialing his brother’s number, he pushed the cell phone between his collarbone and ear. ‘ hey, you busy ? i gotta get the fuck away from dad. ‘