Jake

Chapter 13 - Answers

"Where are we going?" I asked quietly as the car roared to life, Jake pulling a violent but controlled U-turn towards the road

"When is your father due back?" He ignored my question

"A few weeks" I panicked, unsure

"How many weeks Haven?" Jake grumbled as we soared down the dark road

"Four weeks" I admitted as I leaned my arm against the window and watched the white lines on the road flash past

"You really need to stop treating me like your enemy now, please" Jake sighed defeated, his knuckles tensing around the steering wheel

"I don't know who you are, this is really scary for me, you also have to realise that" I slightly raised my voice towards him

"I do realise that, and I'm telling you I'm going to stop all of this, I'm trying to protect you"

"How? From what? I need to know what's going on" I spat back

He gave a deep sigh, seeming to think about it as I recognised the roads we were going down

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you all of it, let's just get on the road first" He surrendered

"Where are you taking me?"

"Away, until I sort out what to do next" He admitted again as a silence fell around us.

Once we were parked in my driveway, the silence was strangling

"What are we doing?" I whispered as he narrowed his eyes on my home

"Get some clothes, personal belongings, anything you need to survive away from home" He instructed as he pulled his door open and signalled for me to follow.

I moved up the stairs as Jake trailed behind me, his posture rigid, on guard

I did as I was told, but the moment I placed my key into the door to push it open, Jake's hand flew out in front of me

"Wait" He whispered tensing in front of me as he slowly pushed the door open

"What?" I waited as he slow motioned a step inside the door

"They've been here already" He whispered as he flicked the hall light on, the scene in front of me catching my breathe.

The reality of what I saw forced me to really understand the seriousness of the situation. Our furniture had been upturned, personal belongings were scattered across the entire room.
My hands were shaking over my mouth, terrified as I stepped forward, Jake examining the scattered objects as he placed his folded hands behind his head

"What were they looking for?" I questioned to myself as I stepped over cutlery and smashed picture frames

"You" Jake grimly answered, creating a rush of goose bumps up my arms.

I watched carefully as Jake's face twisted into something of rage, his eyes firmly down on a single piece of paper lying on the kitchen bench

"What is it?" I asked avoiding stepping on glass to see the note

"A warning" He said in between gritted teeth as I read over the paper beside him

'She's dead'

"Get your things, now" He mumbled angrily

I watched his jaw twitch as he spoke, his arms leaning against the bench, muscles tensed

I stepped away, moving to collect whatever was left as fast as I could

My room was in the worst of condition. Every single item I owned had been touched, broken, thrown across the room.