Suicide Line (Completed)

Chapter 17

<Jacob Fort POV>

"Charlie's going to kill himself next Wednesday," Dean turned to me, " I'm going with him too." He smiled sadly at me.

"Dean why are you doing this?" I asked him

"He doesn't want to be here anymore Jacob. What am I supposed to do?" He said, sadly hanging his head.

"Stop him! You act like you care about him but you're going to let him kill himself?! Dammit Dean!" I yelled at him

"Don't do that! Don't start telling me that I don't care, cause I don't see you doing any better!" He yelled back

"You know what I can't be in this room with you." He said walking out

"Dean!" I yelled, running out of the room to go to him.

"I'm not going to talk to you about this. I shouldn't have even told you." He said turning away still walking down the hall

"No Dean stop!" I said grabbing his arm, "You can't let him do this! I won't let him do it!" I yelled at him

"Fine! You tell him that he has to stay in this world that he hates. Go tell him that he has to live in a world with his rapist and his mother who left him with the rapist. Please be my guest, cause even I can't do that to him." He yelled to me, eyes watering.

I didn't say anything.

"Go ahead. Tell him, I'm sure he's waiting to be told that." He said, taking his arm out of my grip and crossing his arms.

"Dean!" Someone yelled getting our attention

Charlie came back from the cafeteria doors and started at us, "Oh sorry. Are you guys still talking?" He asked

Dean shook his head, "No," Dean looked at me, "We're not."

Watching Dean go after Charlie and thinking about what he just told me...I hated it.

The thought that...by next week Charlie might be gone forever and I didn't try to stop him from doing anything.

I couldn't stand the thought.

So I went into the cafeteria and to where Dean and Charlie were sitting, but stopped. Dean's arms were crossed, on the table, and his head was in them. Charlie's head was nuzzled into Dean's shoulder as a sign of comfort.

Carefully I went to the table and I heard soft crying, I guess from Dean, "Oh hi Jacob."

Dean looked up and I saw tear marks down his face, but he was glaring at me.

"Charlie, can I talk to you?" I asked

Clearly Dean didn't like that since he wrapped his arms around Charlie's waist, pulled him onto his lap, and put his head on Charlie's shoulder.

"I don't think Dean would like that. What did you want to talk about?" Charlie asked me

"I was wondering if you..." Quick think of something, "Want to have a few games of Slime Rancher next Wednesday?" I asked trying to stall

"Next Wednesday...? I think I'm busy next Wednesday." He said, not meeting my eyes anymore.

"Doing what?" I asked, crossing my arms

"I have a therapy session that day. Mr. Donner. It would be the end of the month session so it's very important. Can't miss it. Maybe Thursday, I'm free everyday after Wednesday." He said making my hands clench.