Jane's POV
Flashbacks
I got up and take care of things i should or i thought i should and call it day as i finished. I checked up on my son room to find he's asleep and i went back to my room. The thoughts of him shadowing me, i can't let him fall more than he has, its a mistake I'm a mistake. I double lock my door so noone can enter i slid open the drawer taking out my precious possession, a cutter.
I sat down on the cold floor as I sweat beginning to feel the need to cut my skin. As i closed my eyes i cut few lines artistically, the heart shape on my left arm is bleeding beautifully, it drips bit by bit. I smiled and cries at the same time as i realized, no matter how much i want him and he want me, it was wrong. I'll deny my feelings and have him hate me enough that he'll choose me dead than be with me. Such goal is ridiculous and simply selfish.
I smiled as i felt the need to stop the bleeding and wrap it up, I walked pass my son's room to get first aid, we agreed to put it where everyone can easily take it, at least for us. His door is slightly open, as i turned around, he was looking dumbfounded as he saw my arm as he got out of the bathroom. I quickly cover it with my sleeve, but the blood doesn't help as it continuesly flowing down, dripping on the floor. He half pulled me and sat me down, disinfect my wound and stopped the bleeding, wrapping it in bandage. He gulped his lump.
"Please be honest and stop worrying." My mouth gaped and closed. "I know you love him." I nodded in embarrassment, looking at the floor as he escorted me to my room and left me in silence. Who was i try to kid? My son has been through a lot he knows what to do at least for now.
I bit my lips as tears drops, I searched my drawers and drank some of the pills, I need it to calm down, it can saves me for days, so i gave in.
Back to reality
I guessed it worked after all, he has turn to his cold self. I don't have to worry, I'll just watch the show. I smiled wicked, looking around my room, the very same room i begin to hurt myself, knowing there's no hope for someone like me. I closed my eyes inhaling the smell of his sweat on my handcuffs. He's so possessive, yet i don't deserve it, so I'll turn the table and ill make him hate me again, I don't care how many times it takes, I'll do it.
I heard footsteps as I see the boy i once underestimate came here, taking out a small pocket knife, put it on my nightstand.
Dean's POV
"Dean, are you sure you're alright?" Shit! He must have sense something, I tried to keep my calm, smiling. "Something's up with mom again?" He shot me suspiciously, i keep my eyes on the road, gulped down.
"We wanna have alone time, I guess you understand." He nod smiling. "Your dad is busy, so will your friend's house be fine?" I pulled by the house and help him down, I gave him another bag filled with clothes.
"I guess its too much." I scratched the back of my head smirking.
"There's no other bag that looks more boyish, in her room." He chuckled.
"Sure, its in my room, somewhere." He then waved goodbye and got in the house. I quickly turn the steering wheel, wanting to go home faster. I rushed into her house, got into her room to found her gone, I walked in the bathroom, sseing her so beautifully cuffed startled me.
"Hey." She greeted me with a smug grin. I shrugged. I sat her on the bed, watching her face paled as I took out a hammer and sighed, closing her eyes, opened it again for few times, afraid and happy. Happy? She's inhuman. "Are you going to hit me or not?" Looking at me bored.
"Fine, was going to save it for later." She smiled relieved. Only she doesn't know its looking like one, but its not. I took off all the fabrics that hold me tight, threw it on the floor. See looked at me as if i did something unusual, somehow she seem disappointed. What's that for? She should be happy I'm not hurting her just yet.
"Please close the window." I cloed it all and the curtain too. "Thank you." There's a glimpse of pain her eyes, but it disappeared all to fast.
"Don't move." I yelled a bit, rather commanding, i can see she's shivering. I got on the bed, hovering over her as she lay herself.
Niall's POV
Dad just picked me up, I'm now in his car. Maybe I'm overthinking, but something was off, I sighed confused wether to believe him or not, he's not the prince type but also not violent type person, so she should be fine unless she tried to hurt herself again, then i won't have many words to say, my mom was one of a kind, loving is letting go, even when hurts all she got. I felt like a jerk. Me too, I'm a burden, yet she love me more than anything in the world, though my dad is sure giving her hell.
"Niall, hungry?" It snapped mw back to reality.
"Sure." I smiled as sincere as possible to my so called dad, he's nice to me but... whatever..... He stopped by the driveway, getting his car in the garage. He took my bag and bring it with him as he hold my hand and we got into my bedroom, yeh mine, since mom and dad decide to still take care of me together even in different house and ways of approaching me. Then her word echoed 'Only take the good of us, so you won't live as miserable as us'.
"You can stop day dreaming, son." I nodded.
