Decadent (JacobXEnoch)

XVIII.

Song this was written to:
https://soundcloud.com/hunter-daily/toxic-dangerous-woman-mashup

Unfortunately the only way you can get it is if you search it up on soundcloud... But this song was legit the heart of this long ass chapter. It's sultry and dark and beautiful. ❤
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⚠️  Mentions of Rape and Abuse ⚠️

Jake's POV

I was paralyzed.

I mean... Hearing that he murdered his parents versus witnessing it all had me traumatized.

He's so different... I think.

I mean he looked so cold and broken and lost there... He killed them... Because they were cruel.

But I didn't do that.

But what if he had killed them too!?

"Stop looking at me like that."

I blinked. "What?"

"This is why I didn't want you to know."

"Know what?"

"The memory."

"No- I'm just thinking. It was a lot..."

"Of blood? I know."

"No. A lot of emotions."

He furrowed his brows. "I killed my parents. What emotion could have possibly been tied to it?"

"But it haunts you still...so there has to be something emotional attached."

"Well I don't regret it."

And then it hit me.

I gasped and grabbed his hands. "I can't believe you right now."

"What?" He frowned at me as I squeezed his hands.

"I know why you killed them!"

"Because they were dicks? Yes-"

"No."

"No?"

"You're so defensive because you think you're a monster."

"..." He tensed at the degrading term.

"Enoch. You're not a monster. You don't kill without meaning." I puffed my cheeks. "You killed them because you wanted to give them another chance with your powers. That way if he tried to hurt you, you could make your mother stop him."

"..." Tears sparkled in his eyes.

"I saw a fleck of a past memory... I'm assuming when he first- um..."

"Raped me?" He spat with pure hatred. "Yeah. I was four." The amusement in his voice was laced with pain. "Old enough to run without falling over. "

"Is that what he said?"

"Yep."

"..."

"And she let him."

"..."

"There would be days where she would get me all dressed up and clean me up and make me believe that we were going out... Only for me to end up in their bedroom for hours."

"..."

"YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG I WANTED TO SEE HIM BLEED."

"..."

"Bleeding is showing love?" He laughed as tears fell down his cheeks. "WHY WASN'T HE EVER IN GUSHING CRIMSON?"

I brushed away his falling tears with empathy in my eyes.