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Jack sits on the bench as he hears cheering of fans, He watches as Omar score a goal.
He lowers his head.
He just can’t wait to see his socials…
Jack has been struggling to play games…
Every time he doesn’t get to play…He just drowns himself in alcohol…
Every night, He tosses and turns on his bed, Struggling to sleep.
Every day, He just lays on his couch, Scrolling through social media…He gets stomach pains as he sees every news or comment of him…
Jack Grealish washed.
Jack Grealish benched yet again.
Sell Jack Grealish?
Man City has a problem and it’s Jack Grealish and…
He just turns off his phone and stares into the distance…
Every time he goes outside, He gets recognized and gets criticized…
“Didn’t see you on the pitch!”
“Where were you at the game?”
“Fucking snake to Aston Villa and to your own country…”
Those words just echo inside his head…He just drowns himself in alcohol…That’s his only solution to everything…Alcohol…
He goes to the nearest pub and drinks till he can’t even see straight…
Even at training…He hears his teammates talking about him…
“Have you heard? Jack might go to another club…”
“I’ve heard…poor guy…It’s already enough that he gets hate online…”
“And the people saying that to his face!”
Jack enters the locker room, They go quiet and continue on what they were doing…but Jack knows…He knows that they were talking about…
Even his own manager talks about him, Doesn’t even matter if it’s positive…He knows he wants nothing to do with him…
Including at interviews, He gets unnecessary questions…
“How does it feel to be benched the whole game?”
“Is there any drama between you and your manager?”
“Do you think you should’ve stayed at Aston Villa?”
He couldn’t answer those questions…He just dodges them…
Sometimes he just can’t take it anymore and just cries in his room…Even in public, He just tears up…In training he hides himself in the somewhere in the facility and cries…
Oh, How he craves for someone to cry on…
His tears aren’t even worth crying…
Every time someone asks “what’s wrong?”
He just says “Nothing, I’m perfectly fine!”
With a fake smile on his face.
He takes late night walks, He looks down at the water, Every time he does he shakes the thoughts out of his head and continues to walk.
What can he do with all this negativity? Nothing but just drown himself in alcohol like always…
When someone tells him to stop drinking he just walks away…
“You’re drunk…please stop drinking…”
“I’ll be…f-fine!”
It’s worse when sometimes theres paparazzi’s…He gets thrown questions…
“How does it feel to be a snake?!”
“Is beer all you drink?!”
And…so on so forth…
He just wants peace…That’s all he wants…He wants to be shut out from the world…He wants someone to cry on…He craves it…
Jack was just walking home…
When suddenly couple of people with flashing cameras were behind him.
They were shouting disgusting comments towards him…But yet he ignored them, He just kept on walking…
When suddenly…
“Guess the only balls you take are…”
What Jack heard made him almost lose his mind.
He turns around with a disgusted expression.
“The fuck, Man?!” Jack yelled.
“What?! The only thing you take up the arse is cock! Fucking fa…!”
Jack wanted to punch him…But he didn’t…Instead he just continued walking with his hand clenched in a fist.
“Yeah didn’t like that?! Snake!”
Jack finally gets home, He opens the door, enters and closes it.
He lowers his head, Hand still on the door.
He closed his eyes, Tears started forming.
“…Jack?”
He heard a voice, He turns around, It was Erling…He entered his home not too long ago…He wanted to visited him, Jack gave him a replica of his key.
“E-Erl…What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to visit you…What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“…What’s wrong, Jackie?…Tell me.”
Jack stood still when he heard that nickname…He stared at Erling…like a deer in headlights…
He couldn’t hold it in anymore…He ran into Erling’s arms…His cries were being muffled by Erling’s chest.
“Oh, My Jack…” Erling said softly while caressing his head.
“I’m sorry for whatever happened to you…”
He kisses the top of his head…He took him to the living room so they could sit…
Jack cried like he never had cried before…but at least he’s crying in someone’s arms…Just like he always wanted…