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Helping

Christina's POV

He was helping me. He wasn't hurting me anymore. It was nice.

Jack held a cool cloth to my hurt cheek, it's white fabric turned red with blood. It hurt terribly, but it felt good at the same time.

"Thanks-" I started to speak.

"Shhh." He shushed me, holding a finger to his lips as he lightly dabbed the wound.

I fell silent again, letting my eyes drop to the blood crusted on my hands.

After a little bit, Jack cleared his throat and talked. "You don't have to say anything. It was the least I could do after what I did to you."

"How do you know how to clean wounds so well?" I asked. It seemed like a simple question, but it was as though Jack had to think for a little bit.

"Let's just say I have a lot experience." he smirked, pulling the rag away from my face. For the first time, I got a good look at him.

He looked horrible. Dark circles hung under his eyes, which were bloodshot. His skin was a scarce shade of white, and his very presence seemed like a ghost.

We both didn't speak. I just stared and he stared back. I could tell that the guilt was killing him inside. As if on cue, his eyes became misty and I could see my blurry reflection in the accumulating tears.

"Chris," he began, but stopped, small whimpers escaping his lips.

I pulled him into a hug, my hate for him suddenly disappeared. "Sh. You don't have to say anything."

He didn't. He only cried.

I caressed his back, trying to comfort him the best I could. He dug his head into my shoulder, and I myself could feel tears threatening to fall.

Once again, willpower wasn't enough. They streamed down my cheeks and into the corners of my mouth. The saltiness burned the open wound on my cheek, but I could barely feel it. Everything almost seemed numb.

Jack didn't pull back from the position we were in until his sobs were quieted. He released his grip on me slowly, as if afraid he would lose me again and wiped away his tear stains. I did the same.

"I am so, so, sorry, Chris." he muttered, face wrinkled with embarrassment and sadness.

"It's okay."

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This is really short, but I thought you guys deserved an update.

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