Before They Hide

Meeting Jenna

*Accomplice's POV*

Been working 9 to 5

What a way to make a living, 

Barely getting by

It's all taking and no giving. 

I bob my head to Dolly Parton's "9 to 5" as I wait for the boss and Jacob to get out of the gas station. I laugh at the irony of the song, while those people are working 9 to 5, I'm working at my job 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, if you even call what I do a job. I mean, to most people, this is kidnapping, but to me, it's just a job. But I don't think it's just a job to boss man. I really hope I'm not going crazy, but I swear, everytime he looks at Jacob, he looks almost....guilty? Expecially if Jacob's hurt, I can tell he wants to hug him, or that he regrets that punch he just threw, but why?

I didn't ask to be involved in this, it all kind of happened by chance and some fucking bad luck. I was a college dropout and a huge disappointment to my famliy, or what I had left of a family. A single dad that just got layed off isn't much to disappoint. Anyways, my dad was single because my mom died of cancer my junior year of high school. It really sucks when your mom dies while your in high school for a lot of reasons. For one, you've got all those kids feeling sorry for you and constantly reminding you of what just happened. Then there's the fact that because I knew her for so long, there was a lot more to miss. It's hard to miss what you can't have, but I always had my mom. She was always there for me, like it was her job, and she was a pretty damn good mom too. 

After my mom died, my grades slipped and I got denied to my dream school and could only afford to go to the local community college. I missed my mom even more when I was in college, it really hurt that she didn't get to see me graduate high school, even if it was with mostly D's. She would have been there for me the first time I got really drunk at college. It was the best feeling I ever had, then the worst feeling I ever had, but my mom wasn't there to stop me from doing it again. It was the same routine every night, I'd drown my sorrows in booze and beers, wake up the next morning with a pounding headache, then drink even more to ease the pain. 

I eventually left college for alcohol. They found out that I was keeping beer in my room and took it away, what was the point of staying in college if I couldn't lose myself in my drinks? From then on, I started wandering around, sneaking into parties and bars, any place that carried alcohol, even if I had to steal it. 

One night, about a week before Jacob's kidnapping,  I had way too much to drink and passed out in an alleyway. I remember it all, I fell to the ground first, I thought I was going to throw up and die. But the worst of it was, I was hoping I would die. The only reason I was trying to avoid vomitting was so I could let the alcohol run through my veins and posion me like no one has ever overdosed before. I wanted to die so bad! But I blacked out without seeing the light I was looking for.

I woke up in a hotel room on a really comfy bed, snuggled up in a bunch of soft, cozy blankets. I almost fell back asleep when I noticed a large mass at the foot of the bed. I rubbed my eyes and let them adjust to see it was a man. A tall, muscular, freaking scary looking man!

"How're doing man?" the giant spoke in his deep husky voice. In case you were wondering, the giant just so happens to be the man I'm currently working for. 

We talked for a little bit and the man said that since he basically saved my life, I owe him a favor and that I would be helping him with a little work. Little did I know that this "work" would be the fake murder of Jacob Stanley. So now here I am, in a car at yet another gas station, paying off the debt I never wanted. But again it's just a job, maybe not him, but to me it is.