Don't Leave Me... Again |[TMF]|

10- A twist of Fate

Jake's POV-

As we separated, a minute hadn't passed before I called him. I just felt connected and couldn't stop myself. Hearing his voice was like a melody.

"Why'd you call?" He asked confused. "I missed you..." I said honestly. "Already?" He chuckled.

Oh, how I love his chuckles.

"And to make sure you get home safely." I add on before we start having a random conversation.

We walk and talk. I can barely walk straight from all the laughter and giggles. I hear his footsteps through the phone. He goes up the porch. It seemed as if each step was heavier than the other.

"Jake, I'm about to enter my house. I'll call you back when I get to my room."He mumbled. I can feel myself smiling. Makes me feel warm. "Don't take too long." I giggle into the phone.

I hear him tap the screen, which is then followed by a rustle of clothing. I assume he thought he had hanged up and put the phone in his pocket. I decided not to hang up. Just to eavesdrop. I mean who wouldn't?

The turning of the metal knob, each cog in the mechanism clicking. Before a long pause of silence.

Why is he hesitating so much?

The door eventually creaks open slowly. I heard a small gasp or maybe I'm just paranoid.

"Andrew." A low growl echoed through the room. His tone full of venom. Was that his father?!

A quiet hum escapes Drew's mouth. "Yes, father?" He didn't sound happy either more like...

Fright?

His words coming out all of a sudden. "Andrew. Are you gay?" His words are sharp and filled with venom, and each syllable is laced with the weight of his malice. My eyebrows furrowed, as I gripped the phone tighter to concentrate better.

It was an unexpected feeling that washed over me. How would he know? Unless, I don't know.

The father's steps are slow and deliberate, each one making a muffled thump on the wooden stairs. He walks with a sense of purpose, as though he's on a mission to confront something or someone. The sound of his footsteps echoes through the silence, almost like a warning. Drew's dad is clearly angry, his emotions palpable in each step.

They kept getting louder, as he got closer.

A small nervous laugh escapes Drew's sweet lips. "Course not, I have a girlfriend. Remember? Zoey."

The realization hits hard like a punch to the gut. I stop for a moment and take a deep breath. I haven't even considered what the consequences of this disclosure could be. I didn't realize that by being with him I was also putting him in a precarious and vulnerable position. My heart sinks and my mind starts to race. I feel a sudden and overwhelming sense of responsibility, not just for Drew, but also for the potential consequences of his disclosure. It's a lot to absorb and my mind is trying to process it all. I feel a sudden pang of guilt, wondering if I should have done something differently. Like go with him inside. I take a moment to gather my thoughts and try to calm myself down. I still have so many questions and so much to figure out. I can feel the weight of the situation on my shoulders as I hear a slam to the wall.

Making it echo into my phone.

A cackle is heard, his father's voice filled with malice. His gargling and a burst of air sending shivers down my spine.

I thought his father wasn't suppose to come until 2 weeks?

A loud skin to skin contact was heard followed by a scream. "Liar!"

The same deafening sound echoed again. A slam to the door. I heard the structure creaking.

I stopped walking. I started to focus and what was happening. My heart beating fast and my thoughts racing.

"Andrew. Look at me when I talk to you. Are you gay?" He repeats.

No answer. Is Drew ok?

"Andrew." His voice demanding. "N-no." Drew stutters out weakly. I turn on my heels and start to walk fast paced to his house.

"You're a fucking liar." He yells and then I hear him throwing my love to the ground. He groaned.

"Care to explain this?" He hisses demanding for an explanation.
"W-who?" Drew squeaks. But instead of getting an answer he receives a sharp kick to his stomach. He collides to the ground yelping in panic.

I start to run and feel scared for him. I'm no longer walking fast but I'm sprinting for my life. I turn the corner where we had split. I felt tears roaming in my eyes. Blurring my eyesight.

A few more shouts and screams. Then continuous of punches ere thrown. I'm too late. My tears stream down as I start to see his house in the distance. But I can't just barge in. My trembling hands grab my phone again ending the call...

I dial numbers and ring.

My sobs and panting escape from me.
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A/N: My poor baby

Did he give up? Is it really too late?

Find out in the next chapter :)

-Lemon

P.s
I just had a y/n moment <3

I had a school trip to Germany. I sat with my group of 5. 1 behind me and my friend and then the other two in front of us. My crush sat two seats behind me. It was around 4-5 am in the morning so it was dark. Since it was so early, me and my friend decided to watch the muppets Christmas carol. The only problem was that we didn't have headphones and had to read subtitles. I had the wireless headphones but her Bluetooth wasn't working. Not even 10 minutes into the film. She fell dead asleep.

I decided to plug into my phone and listen to music. No matter how tired i am, I cannot fall asleep anywhere in public, unless I can hide my face 😭😭. I was leaning against the window observing the streetlights that occasionally came past. Still dark I decide to look back, through the seats to see if my friend was asleep.

To my surprise my crush, which at that time I didn't know was sitting behind her, was looking straight at me. I don't know if I was paranoid or what, but then he turned his gaze to the window. Swear he was looking at me through the reflection as well. We held eye contact through that reflection.
Never in my life did I turn back fast. I literally was screaming internally. I leaned against the window trying to hide my smile.

I still don't know to this day, if my friend was asleep or not.
This wasn't the only incident on that trip with him. The trip was only two days long.

All I need to clarify is that in school we don't talk to each other. He's a person who talks to anyone. Me on the other hand, I talk to many people. I feel awkward sometimes, but I do try. I used to be very shy like I mean it.

Anyway, should I tell you the other incidents? Maybe this could be a sign? Please help 🙏 🙏