Dear Honey | HeeJayke

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 3: ᴍᴀɴᴄʜᴀᴅᴏ ᴅᴇ ꜱᴀɴɢᴜᴇ

Jake's POV

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What the fuck...?

The last tape ended. I couldn't move... My whole body just froze up. I felt like I was falling, even though I was sitting still. The room started spinning around me, and I had to close my eyes.

I counted in my head, trying to calm down.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five...

When I opened my eyes again, everything was still spinning. I felt sick to my stomach.

I knew I needed to get to the kitchen sink, but my legs weren't working right. I tried to stand up, but I fell over, hitting the coffee table on my way down. It hurt, but I barely noticed. I just had to get to the sink.

I tried to walk again, but I kept falling. The floor felt like it was moving under me. Finally, I just crawled to the kitchen. It felt like it took forever.

When I got to the sink, I pulled myself up. As soon as I did, I started throwing up. I couldn't stop. When there was nothing left, I turned on the water and splashed my face over and over. It didn't help.

My legs felt weak, and I slid down to the floor. I couldn't catch my breath. My heart was beating so fast, I thought it might burst out of my chest.

I couldn't stop thinking about what I'd seen on those tapes. I wanted it to be fake, to be just a bad dream. But I knew it wasn't. It was real. All of it was fuckinb real.

And now I was part of it. I didn't know what to do. I just sat there on the kitchen floor, scared out of my mind, wondering how my life had turned into this nightmare.

With shaky legs, I stood up and made my way back to the living room. The VHS tapes were still there, a reminder of the horror I'd just witnessed. I couldn't leave them out like this. What if someone saw them?

Without thinking, I grabbed the tapes and shoved them back into their box. My hands were trembling as I sealed it up tight. I needed to hide this. The attic - that's where they came from, that's where they needed to go back.

I climbed the stairs to the attic, my heart pounding with every step. Once there, I pushed the box as far back as I could, behind old furniture and forgotten junk. Out of sight, out of mind. But I knew that wasn't true. I'd never be able to forget what I saw.

Back in the living room, I flipped on every light switch I could find. The darkness felt threatening now, like it was hiding more secrets. I couldn't stand it.

As I sank onto the sofa, my mind started working overtime. Should I tell Jay? He was a sheriff, after all. I wasn't involved in... whatever this was anyways...

But Heeseung... he fucking mentioned my name. He said it was all for me. What the hell did that even mean?

I started thinking about the legal implications. If I reported this, what could I be charged with? Accessory after the fact? No, I didn't assist in any crime. Misprision of felony? Possibly, if I failed to report a felony I had knowledge of. But I didn't have direct knowledge, just these tapes.

What about obstruction of justice? If I destroyed or hid evidence... my stomach churned as I thought about the box I'd just hidden in the attic. But I hadn't been ordered to preserve anything. There was no ongoing investigation that I knew of.