Duskwood: Unrecognisable

Part 9

A lot of the past 5 years of relationships flashed back to me. There had been so many disasters, which we all have in the dating game, but a couple stuck out at me. Namely the ones where I happened upon my ex's computer with a damning email open, or the time my ex was in the shower and his wife messaged him to buy nappies on his way home. You know, just having the right evidence in front of me at just the right time. For years, I had put it down to shit luck. The thought that someone could possibly be going out of their way to leave these nuggets of wisdom for me to find was just inconceivable.

I stood there, staring at Jake, completely engulfed in his laptop, typing away frantically. He was oblivious to the fact I had returned. I wondered just how many times he had interfered in my life without me even knowing if he was alive. With the stolen phone still in my hand, I approached slowly, still trying to work out where to begin.

"Oh, you're back. What's wrong? Was the machine empty?" he asked innocently.

"You are actually quite sick, aren't you?" I began.

Jake leant back in his chair, "Where is this coming from?"

"Jake, how many times have you sabotaged my relationships?" my voice shook with anger.

He sighed and took a moment before responding. "MC, I didn't sabotage anything. All I did was bring to light the facts you refused to acknowledge," he argued. "Also, some of those you ended yourself without my help."

"Your help!? I never asked for your help!" I snapped. "Whatever made you think that you could interfere in my life like that!?"

"MC, those guys were scum! Worse than scum! They didn't deserve you!" he continued. "I just made sure you were able to make the educated choice in ending it before you got hurt!"

"And these videos? Hmm? Surely you're not having any trouble taking them down seeing how they are your videos," I gestured to the laptop.

He stood up, "Is that a phone? Who did you call!? When did you call!?"

"No changing the subject!" I yelled. "Did you or did you not post those videos to PornHub!?"

"I did not," he replied plainly.

"What are you not telling me?" I glared at him.

"They weren't posted to PornHub," he admitted. "I found the videos on his computer."

"So you, what, faked the site to make me angry at him?" I tried to comprehend his reasoning.

"I couldn't understand why he was recording them," he shrugged. "Certainly nothing good was going to come from it."

I shook my head in disgust, "You don't get to choose who I date, Jake. You lost the right to have any say in that when you disappeared on me and didn't even let me know you were ok."

"MC, give me the phone," Jake approached me

"Are you even listening!?" I exclaimed while stepping back.

"I am, but right now that phone is more important!" he insisted. "We can continue this after I deal with the phone!"

Jake snatched the phone from my hand and hurried out of the motel room. Fighting the urge to scream at the top of my lungs, I noticed he left his laptop wide open. I walked around to see what he had been working on. Of course, I didn't understand half of the programs he had open, but he had a folder open with dozens of videos, more than he had shown me earlier. Their names contained date stamps, which seemed odd to me because I recognised some of the dates and some of them didn't make sense. So I opened one that I didn't recognise. In that moment, my heart froze and shattered into a million pieces. My boyfriend and my best friend were together in the same very room we slept in. It hurt to watch it and yet I couldn't take my eyes off it in the hope that they wouldn't, but they did go all the way. I closed it furiously and opened another. And another. And another. Time and time again they were having sex. It took all of my willpower not to throw Jake's laptop across the room.

"MC, don't you know what happens to people when they get too curious," Jake had leant over me to whisper in my ear. His hands slipped on top of mine and pinned them onto the table. "You weren't meant to find out like this."

"How long have you had this!?" I gritted my teeth.

"I just found them. I apologise that I hadn't dug deep enough the last time I broke into his computer. I have to admit, I was taken aback by your videos, I didn't think to look for others," he said sincerely. "I can make them suffer, if you want."

My body shook, "I am so sick of being lied to and being misled. How do I know you're not still trying to con me now?" I turned my head to look at him.

"You don't," he admitted before kissing my neck. "But ask yourself, what is more likely? Am I the sort of person who would fake these, or did those two people you care about betray you?"

I looked away again and shut my eyes. I just wanted to withdraw in myself, but he wouldn't let me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and held me tight against him. He left light kisses on my neck, occasionally tugging on my ear lobe with his teeth. I tried to ignore him, but he was persistent.

"Jake, please, not now," I tried to push him away.

"Yes now," he insisted.

I turned and shoved him away, but he grabbed my wrist with one hand and my jaw with the other so he could force his lips upon mine. His tongue invaded my mouth while I was caught off guard. It was felt as if he was swallowing my air. I tried to resist, but he shoved me against the wall. His knee pushed between my legs so his thigh grinded against my groin. Finally, he pulled away from my mouth, but while I was gasping for breath, he tilted my head up so he had full access to my neck to claim as his. He alternated between sucking and biting the sensitive spots on my neck, which he knew was keeping me from thinking straight.

My other hand tried to push him off, but he just grabbed it and pinned both hands to the wall above my head. He shifted to holding them with one hand so the other hand could slip under my shirt to grope my breast.

"Jake!" I exclaimed.

"Stop resisting and let me love you how you're meant to be loved," he growled in my ear.

In that moment I lost the will to fight him.