Something filthy about Mr.Haynes

Jake

Serene's POV (few weeks later)

"I can't take this any longer!"-i cry out, my body shaking uncontrollably, though now, more than ever, probably, I feel drained out of any normal emotion.

I roll on my side facing the dirty concrete walls, leaving Jake standing behind and curl into a ball, silently sobbing and hoping to finally fall asleep and for at least a short moment forget everything horrible that happened to me in these dungeons.

I listen to his calm breathing behind my back and every time he exhales sharply, his warm whiskey filled breath hits my sore back in seconds and lines it with goose bumps.

I never had problems with Jake being this close. Probably just the first time I saw him, for I didn't know back then he was the one with still sane thoughts, but after a while I realized there's no evil intentions in his mind.

He's the closest thing I have around and even being one of them, Jake managed to gain my trust somehow. And now I have someone to talk to once in a while, someone who feeds me once in a while and takes care of my wounds. If that's what a 'so called friend would do'- I guess I have one, after all.

He's quiet and i'm not sure for how long would he just stand there before something bad happens again.

Considering my bad luck, something big was coming my way already.

Instead I close my eyes. I need some rest and I know that if I don't fall asleep now, I would probably go crazy by the end of the day and take the Hemlock ending my miserable captive life.

However, it's not working a bit. I'm tired as hell and like every damn night I pray myself to sleep. Again. But the sooner I fall asleep, the sooner the nightmares will settle my dreams and i'm not ready to face them.

"He's not even a human,"-i sigh, feeling Jake is waiting for me to say something. "Did you know? Well did you?"

"Yeah, we're all monsters. Is that what you're trying to say?"

"No!"-i hiss, turning my head slightly only to see his worried expression he has lined on his face this often,- "what I mean he's not even a human. Like- literally. He jumped from the roof once, that night you took me there and nothing happened. Nothing! He came back without a scratch."

"I think you were too far gone from reality because of the potion. I mean I'm sure there's something going on. He's like the walking dead. A shadow. But he's still a human, at least holding on to his humanity, i'm sure there's tiny trace still left in him, which means he can still be saved."

"Who wants to save him?"-i snap rather harshly.

"His best friend."

"Sam?"-i laugh,-"he went against his will. They're not friends."

"Well. They are!"-Jake reasons and the words of his sound as if he's trying to convince himself and both me with these lies. "They're sick in their own ways, they're having issues, but they are ready to fight for each other."

"Even if it kills me in the process."

"True. But funny thing is, he's trying to hold back. I don't know what he is or what is it Chad wants from all this situation, but I get it, one way ot the other, he's trying to resist his temptations."

"Temptation to slit my throat?!"-i snap again. "Well this is great you see it this way. I'm really happy for you, for all of you!"

Ironic scorn in my voice is more than obvious now, but I can't help it. I feel so lost and betrayed nothing can calm my nerves at this moment. "Once you said we are not friends!"-i mumble pinning my eyes at the ceiling and expecting just the silence for an answer.