Concealed - Jesse X Reader: Minecraft Story Mode

Chapter 19

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I began to feel that somehow the universe had stopped entirely. As if the passage of time had halted. My palms shuddered hysterically. At tremendous speed, I felt my heart pumping like it was constantly pounded through my ribcage, over and over again.

This can't be real. Sure, Herobrine was a horrible being, but he wouldn't do that. I shook my head, trying to stop myself from believing Max. He must've been deceiving me. He must've. I felt a vague spirit reach into my already tormented chest and shatter my heart into tiny bits before vaporising the pieces. I felt so numb and empty. Herobrine didn't kill mum. What would've been his motive? He cared about her, right?

"N-No. That's not...", I managed to choke out. I'm not going to cry. I refuse to. "That's not true. That's a lie". Max grinned like a cunning fox who successfully caught its victim. "You asked for the truth, I gave you the truth", he smiled sinisterly, savouring the sight of me have a panic attack right in front of him. I curled my hand into a fist and dug my nails into my palm as an attempt to check if this was real. This has to be a bad dream. A horrible nightmare that I'm not waking up from. So, why am I not waking up?

"Stop lying to me!", my voice went from trembling in fear to a fretful, menacing tone. I took a few steps towards Max, clenching my already gripped fist, but he didn't even bat an eye. "You're lying! I know you're trying to trick me". The volume of my voice began to decrease. I gradually descended to the ground, biting down on my tongue. Glowering down at the dimmed floor, I saw a trickle of liquid splash down on it. I was crying. Concealing face into my hands, I sobbed into my palms, not caring if anyone judged me. I just found out my mum was murdered by my own dad. How could I not cry? How could someone be so heartless?

I couldn't be in here anymore. I pulled myself up, trying to guide myself to the door through all the tears in my eyes. When I managed to push open the entrance, Jesse was inclining against the wall with his arms crossed and his foot planted firmly on the structure behind him, gawking down the hallway. He heard the door open as he beamed at me, not realising my disheartening state. "Hey, how did it--". His smile spontaneously dropped as he stood up from the wall. He must have noticed. He deliberately approached me, not trying to resemble like he was attempting to force an answer out of me. Before he could ask me what was wrong, I clinged onto him like I was gripping onto the edge of a cliff, trying not to let go and fall into eternal obscurity. Crying into his shoulders, I felt him tenderly rubbing circles on my back. I felt so feeble and weak crying into him, but he didn't make me feel bad about it.

How severely I wanted to shriek out every horrible thing that's been happening to Jesse. But I couldn't. I had to bite down my tongue and shove every distressing feeling and thought down to my stomach. It was eating me up. And I couldn't do anything. God, I was helpless. Neither of us said anything to the other. All that was detected were my whimpers and placid, but heavy inhales and exhales.

Realising I was getting Jesse's shirt drenched in bitter tears, I released him. I wiped the tears that were still trickling down my cheeks with my sleeve, hoping no more will come. Jesse, noticing I was still dismayed, went up to cup my cheek. Then abruptly stopped, as if he all of a sudden he believed it was a bad idea. His hand lowered down as he began rubbing my shoulder instead. He put a firm, but tender pressure on me, rubbing it in an orbicular motion. It felt oddly gratifying. It made me feel slightly better. I applied an inadequate smile on my face, grasping his hand that was still on my shoulder. What has this guy done to me? He didn't even know what happened, yet he still managed to make me feel better. Jesse has truly altered my mind. I don't know how, but he certainly did something.