Playing with The Devil *Book 2*

*tired*

Third Person POV

The elderly lady watched through the camera system as Jacob began reading the journal. The elderly lady was someone who Cade told Charlie to reach out to. It took a few days to get the room exactly the same as Charlie's old one but the job was well done.

Jacob on the other hand held the journal tightly in his hands. He hung onto every word that had been said through the book. Each word hurt more than the last. At one point he has been hungry but reading through the journal made him lose his appetite completely.

He felt sick to his stomach hearing all Charlie tried to do to get him off of her mind. From therapy to sleeping long hours through the day. One thing that stuck out to him was when she started talking suicidal things.

⚠️ Tw!!! Mentions of suicidal tendencies and cutting! Read at your own risk. The end of the tw is the end of the italic words⚠️

Was I not good enough for you? Is that why you left for Italy. You stopped by the house and told me that you were going to be leaving for a while and wouldn't be coming back for a short amount of time. Five months isnt a short amount of time.

You kissed me the first time that night. At least on the lips. You said you would be back soon. You werent. You lied to me.

The blood I shed for you for the next few months felt like nothing. Every slash of the blade across my upper thigh. It felt like nothing. It didn't hurt when I did it. I think what hurt the most was seeing how disappointed Laura, Mike, and Ben were when they found out.

Yet I still did it. I promised them I wouldn't, although whenever I did I thought of everything. Was I ever enough? The blood would drip down my legs and I would simply just watch it... why? Because every cut reminded me that I was the reason everything happened.

I was the reason you left. I was the reason why Luke killed himself, I was the reason Cole moved away and stopped talking to me. I caused everything that happened to me. So maybe I deserve every scar that would permanently be on my body. Maybe one of these times I'll do it and I won't be able to save myself by stopping the blood. Maybe one of these days I'll be too late.

Jacob slammed the journal shut for a moment, mentally not wanting to continue. Although he was supposed to read every word in this book he had to take multiple breaks.

The journal entries are labeled anywhere from when he first left to Italy all the way dated to when he had hurt her this past time.

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~Charlie

After reading the final word of the journal Jacob threw the journal across the room. His vision blurred from tears, his cheeks stained with tears, and his whole body was tense. His heart ached badly as he thought about all he had put the girl through and didn't even realize.

Jacob wouldn't want anyone to read what he had read. It was all her thoughts that she had. The multiple things she had done to herself. Plus so much more. He wasn't one to show many sad emotions but reading that made him genuinely sad. Worse than sad even.

Silent tears rolled down his cheeks as he stared at the wall in front of him. He just wanted to find the girl and tell her just how sorry he was but these games won't allow him to do so.

The elderly lady watched as the Jacob had passed the girl 'game.' The first game was just one where Charlie wanted Jacob to understand how his actions and words affected her.

The elderly woman made sure to send Charlie the footage of Jacob sitting there with a blank face staring at the wall. The journal on the ground halfway across the room. Charlie watched as Jacob finally showed the emotions she wanted so she told the lady to open the door and let him go.

The elderly lady opened the door breaking Jacob out of his trance. He turned his head slightly, now noticing the wide open door that was once locked.

He stood up but felt numb all over. He knees gave out under him and he tumbled to the ground. Pain exploded from his knees but he quickly stood back up. The elderly lady simply stood at the front door holding it wide open.

Jacob was too wrapped up in his thoughts to even say goodbye to the lady. He just walked to his car and sat inside. Two days. He was in that room for two days reading all of the things Charlie had written. A ping brought Jacob's attention away from his thoughts.

Slowly he reached over and picked up his phone. He instantly noticed the unknown number at the top. He slowly turned on his phone and went to his most recent message.

Get some rest Jacob. The next game can wait a day. Go to the hotel on eighth street. Tell them the name you are under is Charlie. They will take you to the best room they have. Sleep tonight and sleep well. You will get the next game tomorrow night.

~Charlie <3

Nodding slowly Jacob slid his phone back into his pocket before driving to the location Charlie told him to go to. It honestly wasn't the smartest idea to let Jacob drive at this point but no one is there to stop him.

The hotel Jacob pulled up to was an incredibly nice hotel. He had heard many great things from this place and he was pretty sure it was a five star hotel.

Charlie was right. The room was at the very top of the hotel and looked like an apartment. There was a kitchen, living room, bathroom, hot tub, and a separate bedroom.

Workout think of anything Jacob kicked his shoes off before laying in bed. The exhaustion from the past two days hit him like a truck going at full speed. These past two days had been extremely mentally exhausting.

Jacob couldn't help but wonder what the next game will be and what it will entail for him.

Hello you awesome people! I know this chapter isn't the best and that's probably because I am writing it while half asleep... but anyway. I just wanted to put something out there for you guys and I apologize for it not being the best.

I hope you enjoy anyway! Love you all!!!

~Sarah