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05

-JAYCE-
"What the fuck was that?" Jason yells as he slammed the door shut. I was throwing myself down the carpet, brushing over the soft material to feel how comfortable it feels underneath me. 

"What do you mean, bro?" I ask him back. Closing my eyes while I'm still trying to realize that I saw Sophia with her own little family. Not really knowing how I should react or behave since I saw her running towards him. He really loves her, I think I just never saw their love.

Sophia looks beautiful and exactly like a grown woman but I can tell that she changed too. It's normal though. She's a mother now and has to take much responsibility for her daughter. 

I don't know what Sophia tries to reach by naming her daughter the way I wanted to four years ago. Acacia. The name suits her so well and she's as beautiful as Sophia. Unfortunately, she doesn't have her stunning eyes but she has some nuts, throwing the controller at me. Also having a big mouth since she defended her mother in such a young age.

"What did you tell her at the door?" He threatens in a low voice as he pulls me closer to be in his eye-level. I just smirk to myself while sucking my cheeks in and smacking my lips. I'm looking at him without saying a word until I parted my lips.

"I told her that I'm still in love with her. I'm head over heels. I'm on cloud seven, Jasy-baby. I told her that she's my everything and that I can't live without her. I told her that I'm dreaming everyday how she sucks my dick. I explained to her that I'm dreaming about her pu-"

"Enough!" He screams to interrupt me. Attacking me by pushing me by my shoulders. I hold myself straight not to fall down, scowling over him since the anger in me grew.

Fucking beat him up.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Jason yells in the room while he deeply looked in my eyes to find an answer.

Keep looking, you won't find anything but emptiness in him.

"Nothing is actually wrong. I love my life, I love Sophia." I say with a smile on my face while holding my laughter back. Jason gives me an afraid look since he didn't understand what I was telling him. His eyebrows raised, his jaw is tense.

"Jayce? Are you okay?" He asks me softly with a worried tone. Rasping his voice while he sucked the side of  his cheek in. He blinked a couple of times while he tried to read me.

Try it. But which personality do you want to read? I can offer you: crazy Jayce, psycho Jayce, happy Jayce, for the happy Jayce we have to go four years back. Or do you want to read the Jayce who is always by your side? Or the one who I am when I'm alone? Or the one I am next to friends or the one I am with family? But the last and favourite: do you want to read the Jayce who lives for the mafia?

I nod, "I am feeling great." I whisper with a raspy voice while raising my eyebrows up. Jason's look is telling me everything: worried and not sure if I'm in sense. I crack a chuckle until I break out in laughter as I lift my hands up in the air then sharply back to my sides. Laughing hysterically over nothing. I'm feeling the emptiness in me taking over and the heavy weight pulling me down.

Take it out. Take the heavyweight out of you. Kill it.

"How?" I ask with widen eyes, "How do I do that?" I hiss while looking through the house.

"Jayce, I think we have to go. You're not okay." He softly touches my shoulder but he doesn't know that it hurts me. My skin is so thin that he hurts what's in my body. He's touching the heavy emptiness in me what is killing me for years.

"I am totally okay." I'm slowly pushing his hand away from my shoulder as I let a shaky laugh out. My heartbeat hitting so heavily against my chest because of how affronted I am. At her and at myself. I fucking hate her.