I’m sorry I was an asshole.
Pairing : Jack x reader. Lyle. Clint. Word count : 1,371 Warnings : Lyle stirring the pot. And we have a chat with Jack.
Part 12 in Deadly Secrets.
You didn't say a word to Jack all night. He watched as you smiled at people, and laughed at jokes, but when you turned away, he could see how hurt you were. He sighed, and held on to the fact that he could talk to you when the bar closed.
But then you left as he was closing up. Hearing the door, he turned and watched as you walked out without saying bye.
It hurt.
Grabbing a bottle of Jack Daniels off the shelf, he sat on the counter, opened it and started drinking.
“Can I walk you home?” you looked up as the door shut behind you, and Lyle gave you a smile.
“I thought you left hours ago?”
He nodded. “I did. But you seemed to be having a rough night. Thought I could try my hand at cheering you up.” Lyle had a hand behind his back, and snapped his fingers. When it came around, it was a small bouquet of your favorite flowers.
“How did you-”
“I walked you father home last night, remember? He had mentioned you having a garden of them that you and your mother tended.”
You nodded and took them. “Thank you..” he smiled as you both started walking. “It's amazing..”
“What is?”
“My dad hasn't said a single nice thing to me in months. I don't think...” you looked up at him. “But he's talking to you.. How'd you do it?”
He smiled. “I paid his tab, for one.” he laughed. “I don't know, maybe I have one of those faces, people just talk to me. Tell me what they want most.”
“What does he want most?”
Lyle shrugged. “Conversation didn't get that far.”
“But he talked about me?”
Lyle nodded. “I asked him about you.” You furrowed your brow, so he continued before you could ask. “You were what he was fighting with Jack about, so that's what I asked about. Let him get it all out, and then he just kept talking.”
You smiled and nodded. “You really shouldn't have paid his tab.. but thank you. I'll pay you back somehow.”
“No, no it’s fi-”
“I will pay you back somehow.” you told him more firmly. “Even if I have to cook you a hundred meals because you refuse to take my money.”
He chuckled and nodded. “Okay, okay. I'll let you pay me back. 1 cookie for every dollar?” he teased.
“Oh Jesus Christ, I'll be baking non stop for a week.” Lyle burst out laughing. “It's a deal. I hope you have a good dentist.”
Hearing your laugh woke Clint up. He sat up and looked out his window, but your bedroom light was still off. Getting out of bed, he opened the window further, and looked towards the front. What he saw had his jaw clench before he shut his window and turned to get dressed.
By the time Clint got downstairs and looked out his living room window, you were heading in, nose in a bouquet of flowers while Lyle watched you with a smile.
“Good morning, Clint.”
He was barely out the door as yours shut behind you and Lyle spoke. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Lyle turned and shrugged. “Just making friends. She was having a bad night.”
“Leave her alone.” Clint growled.
“That wasn't the deal, Clint.” Lyle gave him a pat on the shoulder as he moved past. “Better hurry up and find a location. I was invited to diner when you do.” he waved over his shoulder as he walked a bit further before vanishing.
“Fuck.” Clint clenched his fist. He wanted to hit something. Wanted to punch Lyle, but he knew that would end badly. He saw a light go on out of the corner of his eye, and glanced up between the houses. With a sigh, he headed back inside before you saw him out there.
Once in his room, he stood in the dark and watched as you got ready for bed. Your light went off, and he knew you'd be crawling into bed to finally sleep. He started to wonder if he could warn you. Could he get you to understand how dangerous Lyle was without having to tell you what he was? There was no way for Clint to explain what Lyle was, without telling you what he himself was. What his sister, and mother before them were.
“Fuck.” he grumbled again as he dropped onto his bed.
A pounding on your front door woke you up. Reaching over, you grabbed your alarm clock and squinted as you checked the time. “Who the fuck..?” you grumbled as the pounding continued. “Alright! Jesus!” you yelled, getting out of bed and heading downstairs. You pulled open the door, and came face to face with Jack. “What the fuck is wrong with you! Are you here to start another fight!?”
“N-no..”
“Because that's what you'll get if you wake him up.” you growled. “Go home, Jack.” You started to close the door, but his hand shot out and stopped it. “Jack-”
He stepped in as he pushed the door open and took your face in both hands, cutting you off. “I love you.”
“Jesus, Jack.” You winced at the smell of booze on him. “You're hammered..”
“I still love you.” he put his forehead against yours. “Sometimes I hate that I still love you. But fuck, do I love you.” he swallowed. “You wouldn't talk to me. It hurt.”
“You hurt me, Jack.” your voice was almost a whisper. “Please, go home. We'll talk tomorrow, I promise.”
He shook his head. “I'm not leaving.”
“Jack-”
“I'm not leaving!”
“Okay.. okay. Just, please, be quiet. I don't want you waking him.”
“Fuck him.” Jack breathed out. “If it wasn't for him-”
“He's my dad, Jack.” you cautioned him.
He took a deep breath and sighed. “I know. I'm sorry.”
You pulled away from him and motioned upstairs “If you insist on staying, get upstairs.” He nodded, and quietly moved around you and made his way upstairs. You sighed, and shut the door before heading up yourself.
When you got into your room, you shook your head. He was stretched out on your bed, boots in the middle of your room, jacket on the floor. Quietly, you got into bed, and laid near the edge so there was space between the two of you. “Y/n-”
“Sleep it off, Jack.” you said quietly, pulling the blanket up to your chin.
He shifted, it was all exaggerated movement is his drunken state, but he got your back against his chest and pulled you tight against him.
“I'm sorry.” he whispered into your hair.
“It's not fair, Jack.” You tried to hide the sadness in your voice. “You can't have both forever.”
“I know.” he sighed. “I love you. I really do, and I probably always will. And I hate it. I hate it because I can't just let go. I can't stand the idea of you with someone else. But I can't go through that again.” You listened quietly, tears on your cheeks. “We were almost toxic at the end. I hated that more than anything. I hated hurting you.” He shifted, his nose brushing against your neck. “I'm trying. I'm trying so fucking hard to not be jealous. I want you happy, baby, I just wish it was with me. I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry.”
When he heard you sniffle, he brushed his fingers along your chin before turning your head to look at him. When your eyes met his in the dark, you practically begged. “We can try again.”
He shook his head. “As much as I want that, I think tonight is proof it wouldn't work. He still gets in my head. He still gets in yours. We'd be picking up where we left off, and it would end again, quicker than it started.”
You closed your eyes and nodded. He was right. “I love you.”
“I know, baby.” he kissed your cheek. “Maybe one day, I'll get lucky again.” he smiled as he nuzzled his nose against your cheek, something he knew never failed to make you smile. “I'm sorry I was such an asshole tonight.”
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