Bad Boy Knows My Secret (BxB)

Savior

I closed my eyes and took a step forward.

The fall didn't take as long as I thought it would.

I felt my body being swallowed by cold water and it made me uncomfortable at first.

When I fell something hit my foot, probably a piece of wood and I could tell that it started bleeding but I didn't care at that point. I thought that everything was over.

My pain was finally gone. I had no worries about the future. Except for one thing that was still bugging me. I didn't know how my friends would react when they found out I was dead.

Would they be sad? I guess so. I hope they won't be devastated for long because that's the last thing I want for them. I'm sure they'll be okay without me, it's not like I did anything special for them. I was just there, listening to their problems and hiding my own ones.

Breathing became harder and harder after a few seconds. It was almost over. I swallowed so much water that I could almost feel how it was filling my lungs.

I always liked swimming when I was younger but I stopped doing it for some reason. Water always made me feel so relaxed. Even now when I'm about to die I don't feel discomfort, well if we don't count the fact that I can't breathe anymore. That was a major discomfort for sure. 

I opened my eyes thinking that it would be the last time I would see anything. I was expecting to be greeted by total darkness but in my surprise there was a shining dot looking at me.

Am I already dead? Or am I hallucinating because of the lack of oxygen in my body? I don't think it matters anyways.

I tried reaching out for the light because it looked so pretty and captivating but my body kept falling downwards. Soon my vision became blurry and my eyes heavy. I couldn't open them anymore and I realized it was time so I just stopped resisting.

I always wondered what it would be like after death. I guess I'm about to find out. I just hope it's better than my life. Who am I kidding? Anything's better than my life. That's why I decided to end it in the first place.

I felt an awful pain in my chest area. It was almost like someone decided to start a fire in there. A few seconds later something was pressing down on my ribcage so hard that my bones almost cracked. 

"Jess..." I heard someone calling my name. "C'mon buddy, don't do this to me... Stay with me... Jess, can you hear me?"

Is this how it feels like to be dead? This sucks to be honest. I thought I'd return as a ghost or something to resolve my unfinished business but I can't even move or open my eyes. Oh, that's right I don't have eyes anymore since I'm dead. 

Wait, who was that person calling my name? He sounded like someone I know. I'm probably just imagining things.

"Jess, don't leave me." I heard him again. "I need you here. Please... you have to open your eyes."

He sounds awfully familiar. Wait a second, am I not dead yet?

Ugh, I was supposed to die in peace but apparently that's too much to ask for.

But this person's saying that they need me. No one ever needed me. I'm a mess. Why would anyone ever require my assistance? I'm pretty useless to be honest. I'd probably be making their job even harder.

I felt water pouring out of my mouth. My lungs were finally free so I could breathe again but inhaling and exhaling were extremely uncomfortable. I started coughing because of how cold I was feeling after jumping into a lake in the middle of the night. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit, it was like 9 pm but still water was pretty much frozen, or at least it felt like it was frozen but I'm no expert so don't quote me on that.

I finally opened my eyes. At first everything was so blurry and I couldn't quite tell what was going on around me.

"Oh, thank god, you're okay." I heard my savior's voice. Soon my vision came back and I was surprised to see my cousin Dylan staring at me with a worried look in his eyes. "What the hell were you thinking? Why would you do something like that, Jess? If you had some problems why didn't you just come to me? You know that you can tell me anything, right?"

"How did you...?"

"I was coming to get my jacket at your house after you texted me you found it and I saw you wondering around in the streets so I followed you. Then I saw you walking towards the bridge but I couldn't stop you in time. I barely found you in that water. What the hell did you do that for? Why would you even do something like that?"

"I was just going for a walk and then I decided I wanted to swim." I tried making something up but it didn't sound very convincing because I was practically delusional after nearly experiencing death.

"Do you think I'm five? I'm not going to believe that crap. Tell me the truth, now!" Dylan demanded.

I realized I didn't have much time to think of something that he would believe.

"Okay fine, I'll tell you the truth." I tried to stretch out our conversation as much as I could in hopes that I'd be able to figure something out. "Which is that I was feeling a little depressed and then I drank a little alcohol and next thing I knew I was drowning in water."

"Wait what? It must have been something really serious if you were contemplating suicide. Just a bottle of wine won't make you jump into the lake unless you were already feeling depressed. Which is exactly what I'm asking you about. Why were you sad in the first place?"

"I guess everything that's happening in my family. You know that I don't have the most loving parents in the world. I felt like I was unimportant or something." That seemed like a pretty convincing lie to me because it actually wasn't a complete lie.

I was just not telling him the whole truth which included the fact that I was gay and also I had a twin brother who was dead because my mother decided to get an abortion. Actually it might have been a twin sister. I'm not sure about my sibling's gender right now and I don't think it matters anyways. He or she is already gone and there's nothing I can do to change that.

Maybe it would have been better if my twin survived instead of me just like how mother suggested. Maybe he would have had a better life than me. Or maybe it would have been better if I just died with him.

I wonder if death could be much worse than whatever shithole my life is? Maybe it's not as peaceful as I originally thought it would be since dealing with the consequences of my attempted suicide doesn't seem all that fun. I wonder what would have happened if I actually died. My friends would probably be devastated. Dylan doesn't seem all that thrilled either, obviously.

You know I'm actually a little bit glad I failed tonight. I mean it would have been pretty nice to get some peace and quiet for once but I'm not sure if that's worth throwing my whole life away.

Oh, how I wish I was able to see the future just so I could tell if it's worth to keep holding on. Will it get any better? Or will it be a lot worse?

Well perhaps it's for the best if we forget about that for now and focus on the present which is pretty complicated.

"Of course you're not unimportant. Why would you ever say that? You know how much my family loves you. And what about your friends Lucy and Felicity. They also care about you deeply. Jess, don't ever do something this stupid again, or I swear I'll..." Dylan was cut off by the ambulance noises which was moving towards our direction.

"Wait, you called an ambulance? Oh, no. If my parents find out about this I'm going to be in so much trouble."

"Relax, I didn't tell them that you tried to kill yourself. I just told them that you slipped and fell into the lake." My cousin assured me that my secret was safe for now. "But this doesn't mean that I'll let you loose on this okay. We're going to have a serious conversation about everything, alright?"

I nodded in response. Soon the ambulance took me to the hospital. Dylan was with me all the way there. He was being very nice and helpful. I thought that no one gave a crap about me but I was wrong. There were a lot of people who cared about my future more than I did at least. By a lot of people I mean 5 exactly which includes Lucy, Felicity, Dylan, my Uncle Jerry and Aunt Lydia. Well that's pretty much it. I don't think there's anyone left but five people is more than enough for me to at least consider staying alive. So I guess Dylan saving me might not be the worst thing that has ever happened to me.

When I got to the hospital the doctor told me that everything was fine surprisingly I only just caught a cold and I shouldn't apply too much pressure on my left foot for a little while. Thankfully it wasn't infected but it would be best if I avoided walking for a bit.

Dylan left my room to get his car so he would take me home where I'd probably have to answer his endless interrogations. Well at least my parents wouldn't bother me with any form of questions. As long as I'm breathing they think that their job as a parent is done. I don't really mind. At this point I already gave up on them and they gave up on me a while ago.

I was looking through my phone which somehow was still working, I guess having a waterproof phone wasn't a complete waste of money. Though I'm a little surprised that I didn't lose it in the lake but hey, I'm definitely not complaining about that. The door opened and I assumed it was Dylan so I didn't bother glancing at him.

"You came back fast. Is everything alright?" I asked without looking up from my phone.

"No, Jesse, nothing's alright." I heard someone's voice who was definitely not my Cousin Dylan so I gazed at him and saw Andrew's frustrated face. He looked very agitated and I could almost feel how he wanted to strangle me in that moment.

"Andrew? What are you doing here? How did you find me?" I asked confusedly.

"I have my connections." He answered with a cold tone in his voice. "I'm not here to talk about that though. I'm here to talk about what you did or rather what you tried to do."

"What do you mean? I just fell in the lake, that's all." I responded but my voice was shaking so I assumed that he didn't believe a word I just said.

"Oh, please. Tell that bed time story to someone who cares." He said angrily. "Did you think that it would be that easy to escape from me? I was trying to be nice but since you pulled out a stunt like this I can never trust you again. Listen to me carefully, Goodman! If you ever try to do something like that again I will make sure that you'll get punished for it and not just you. Your friends, your family, everyone you care about will pay for your misbehavior. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, I do understand. Please, don't drag my friends into this. They're completely innocent. They don't even know about our deal." I begged which was something I'd never done before but when it came to my friends I would do anything to keep them safe.

"Good. Now get your ass up and follow me." Andrew said.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"In my house where you'll be staying from now on. Don't worry I took care of everything, your mother already agreed and your stuff will be there in a couple of hours."

"What? What am I supposed to do in your house?"

"Well, I don't really care what you'll be doing as long as I'm monitoring your every move. Don't even try to resist me or I'll tell everyone about your little secret and once I do that, your life's going to be way worse than it already is." He smiled wickedly.

Jeez, this guy's creepier than I imagined. I thought that he just wanted me to do his homework or something but now he wants me to live in his house. What a weirdo.

"It's not like I have a choice." I gave up. "But the doctor said I shouldn't put any pressure on my foot for a little while so can you get me a crutch or something?"

"No need for that." He responded and bent over towards me. Then he picked me up without any trouble. I guess being a football player had its perks.

"Woah, what are you doing?" I panicked. "Put me down you moron! Put me down, now!"

"Don't act like a child, Goodman." He answered without removing his stupid smirk from his face. I tried resisting more and it looked like he finally gave up and put me back on my bed. "Fine, wait here for a moment and I'll bring you your stupid crutch. Don't move!"

"I can't go anywhere even if I wanted to." I replied with anger in my voice. I hated that he could just order me around but that's what I got for keeping secrets.

Soon he came back with a crutch and that meant we could finally leave from the hospital. I never really liked hospitals but I was pretty sure I wasn't going to like the place I was going after I'd leave it.

"I got some good news Jess, I called your friend Lucy and she said she'd come here with Felicity in a few minutes." I heard my cousin Dylan who was opening the door to enter in the room. Then he looked around and when he saw Andrew he got confused. "Andrew Wilson? What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to take Jesse home." Andrew answered before I could say anything.

"Jess, you called him? Since when are you two so close?" Dylan asked me ignoring Andrew entirely.

"No, I didn't call him." I answered.

"His mother did." Andrew cut me off. "She asked me to take care of Jesse and that's exactly what I'm going to do. Don't worry he's in safe hands. I assure you, nothing's going to happen to him. He won't try to do anything like that ever again."

"Wait, you told him that you tried to kill yourself?" Dylan was so shocked. "I can't just let you take him like that. I have to speak with him to discuss something."

"Look, Dylan. I'll talk to you later but now I have to go with Andrew, okay?" I said because I could sense Andrew was getting progressively more and more frustrated as the time passed and if he said something about my secret to Dylan, he would hate me too and I couldn't let that happen.

"No, Jess. You don't have to go with him. Just come with me. My dad said that you could stay with us for a while. Trust me you'll be in a much better situation with us. My mom can cook you your favorite pancakes and you won't have to worry about anything." Dylan attempted to persuade me.

That sounded like a paradise and it was really tempting but I couldn't agree to his proposition. Trust me if it was any other time I'd gladly live with his family but now I had to protect something very important and the only way I could do that was by agreeing to everything Andrew ordered me to do. I guess this was my life now.

"Sorry, Dylan. I can't. But I'll see you at school tomorrow and I promise I'll explain everything. Don't worry though, I'll be fine."