Chapter 24

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by tbhsweeran

by tbhsweeran

Chapter 24:

I hear the incessant buzzing before I even fully wake up and I know that our time together has come to an end. I open my eyes and quickly scurry to find my phone to switch off the alarm and let out a sigh knowing I’ve only got 3 hours sleep. My eyes are fully alert as they scan the bed, my eyes trailing up the skin of a leg peeking out from under the blanket, an arm laid out that I was previously positioned under, a long neck and strong jawline all looking as delicate as ever as the sunlight hit off the skin. I can’t help but wonder am I the only person who’s seem him like this? Am I the only person he’s ever loved or will love? Has he ever held someone’s hand delicately just like he held mine?
But as he rolls over and lets out a little mumble of something incoherent in his sleep and hugs the duvet tighter in his arms I find myself not caring. I don’t really mind if people have seen him like this, because I knew no one really took the time to notice him. Frankly I’d sit here all day and spin his body like a globe, and drag my fingers over his body until it stops and explore the undiscovered place I just found. And I’d love to open him up and watch the butterflies flutter out of his stomach and see the drum thumb away in his chest and the clogs turn in his mind because I know no one has ever really took the time do just that, and he promised me adventures and views and unless excitement if I went with him, but sitting him and exploring would do enough for me to last a lifetime.
I find myself too encased by him to leave, so I pad back over to the bed and sit at the end Indian style and watch him sleep. I knew there was happy bits of him like the side I saw last night, when his eyes light up as he talks about his book and such I want to bottle that and give it to him when he needs to be reminded how lovely he really is. And I know there are sad bits of him I’ve yet to discover, scars marking the walls of his insides and possibly his heart too, but as I watch his chest slowly rise and fall and see his lips move as he silently talks in his sleep I know once I find them I’ll take care of them. I’ll take them and hang them on the fridge to show him I’m proud of him and I love those pieces too. I’ll bury them in the garden so no one he doesn’t want seeing them will ever know they existed. I’ll throw them off the top of a mountain and hope he doesn’t miss them too much as I try to repair him.
Right now I’m watching him, blatantly watching him as he sleeps and I used to think only people in films and books did this kind of thing, but I also thought a love as powerful as the one I have for him was only just on movie screens. But I guess I was wrong as I kept my eyes trained on him, making sure I don’t miss a single rise of his chest or small mumble or little movement.
I really don’t want to leave him, I think to myself. I still was completely paradoxical towards my thoughts as my mind makes a different decision for the millionth time tonight. I’ll go to work; I’ll talk to Jake and I’ll come home to this boy, this lovely boy lying in bed. And I hope he’s still here, still asleep so I can continue what I’m doing for the rest of the night, and into the morning and maybe all weekend if he’ll let me, because I’ve wasted far too much time trying to look away from him when I missed out on what I’ve always wanted.
I needed to leave soon, I knew I was going to be late. So I crawled up the bed and leaned down over him, our faces inches apart as I counted all 19 of his freckles and then I brought my lips down to his and planted a feather light kiss there, no movement of drive, just a reminder to his sleeping form I was coming home to him tonight, I was going to pick up where I left off; he’ll be mine and I’ll be his.
I dressed quickly and knew I wouldn’t have time for anything else as I took once last look at him and opened the door before I hear a husky voice crack through the silence.
“I’ll miss you”
I bite my lip and hold my tongue knowing I can’t turn back because I’ll run back into his arms and I’ll never get to work, so I reply with something I’ll never get tired of saying.
“I love you” I say before I start to walk away.
“I love you more” he said softly and a smile burst onto my face as I made my way out the door and onto the corridor.

“Can we talk?” I ask Jake as we’re getting off for our lunch break. He looks at me with slightly panicked eyes and I shudder. I lead him into the back room and close the door behind us but before I can speak his lips are on mine; kissing me with passion as his hands melt into my hair.
“Jake” I say pushing him off me.
“Do you not want me anymore?” He asks and I sigh.
“I think, maybe this is happening too fast” I say softly and his body language gets defensive.
“You want to have one of those talks eh?” He asks and I drop my gaze to the floor.
“Let me take you out to dinner, we can talk there and not in a back room of a cafe” he says with a cute smile. I can’t help but nod and kiss his cheek softly.
“Thank you” I whisper and he smiles.
“I can’t wait”

I’d have enough time to go out with him, and then get home to Ed. Of course I’ll need to break up with Jake, but the prospect of coming home to my boy dressed in sweatpants and his smile makes me forget about how horrible that task will be.
The day dragged in a lot slower than I originally hoped, most people were rude and when I looked around needing help serving please Jake was either on the phone or nowhere in sight, and by the time I hung up my apron at 7pm I was ready to crawl home to Ed and fall asleep but I had to keep going.
“One last step” I thought to myself happily as I bounced to the front of the cafe to find Jake typing on his phone.
“Ready?” I ask and he looks up at me and smile.
“Sí” he says and takes my hand, leading me to his car and opening the door for me as I slide in. He gets in himself and starts the engine as I twiddle with the radio.
Half an hour later he’s still driving as we’re on the outskirts of town and I start to get nervous about getting home to Ed in time.
“Where are we going?” I ask but he doesn’t reply, instead he pushes the car to go faster as we come to an open road that empty.
“Jake slow down” I say as he hits 100 miles an hour, 120, 140…
My heart beats racing as he keeps going, a fire in his eyes I’ve never seen as he continues to ignore me.
“Jake!” I yell and I can see his knuckles going white as he grips the steering wheel before he abruptly spins it, swerving us off into the side of the street.
“What is wrong with you?!” I scream at him and I see his jaw clench.
“I’m sick and tired of you whining!” he screams back and I flinch, never seeing this side of him before.
He starts to search through his door compartment for something can I drawn in a breath to ask him what he’s doing but he snaps something in Italian at me and I roll my eyes. He pulls out a bottle and a cloth and my eyebrows knit together in confusion as he obviously holds his breath and dabs some of the liquid from the bottle onto the cloth.
“Jake” I warn but he’s got a look in his eyes I’ve never seen before.
“I should have done this a long time ago” he says as he moves the cloth nearer to my face.
“Jake stop it” I beg desperately as he struggles against me to hold the cloth up to my face, but with every breath I take I feel weaker and weaker, until I find myself not able to fight back. He closes the material over my mouth and nose and I reluctantly breathe in the chemicals making me weak.
“Good girl” he coos evilly from beside me but I can’t even move my head to look at him.
“Night night” he says finally before I slip into a darkness that was unknown to me.

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Hi people

First of all, I TOLD YOU ALL I HATE JAKE, I TOLD YOU HE IS A JERK.

Anyway i’ll try to update tomorrow. Remember to vote and comment.

SHOUT OUT TO my friend Felicia aka Sofia who is the one who forced me to convert a chapter on New Year’s Eve (ARE YOU HAPPY NOW? te odio, nah mentiras)

And super special thanks to @angelsweeran13 for all her support ily.