Prophecy (NaNoWriMo 2014)

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

Jake was frustrated. I was sitting on his bed, in his room as he shouted while pacing the room. His parents weren’t home, which meant he could shout as loud as he wanted to. I couldn’t understand why he was angry, I had to take care of him but he wouldn’t accept it. His condition must of triggered his actions and made him angry. I wanted to get up and leave, but I couldn’t. I like Jake but I wasn’t sure if I loved him. He is most likely convinced that I love him due to what happened the other day. It was something in the moment. I slightly regret my choice of actions but it had been done and I couldn’t do anything to change my actions. It was in the past for me but still the biggest news for Jake.

“I NEED TO PROTECT YOU ABBY,” He shouted while pacing “WHY SHOULD YOU PROTECT ME? YOU ARE THE ONE HAVING ALL THESE DREAMS AND VISIONS AND YOU HAVE TO PROTECT ME? BULLSHIT ABBY… BULL-SHIT” He emphasised the syllables as he finished off his rant.
“Jake, could you just shut up? I’m trying to deal with my issues and you are making everything worse. Could you just stop pissing me off, please?” I shouted back and Jake went silent. He sat down on the bed next to me and looked at me in the eyes.
“I’m scared for you Abby” Jake mumbled as he grabbed my hand.
“I know Jake. And about that kiss, I know that I kissed you but it was something in the moment. I’m not looking for a- a relationship at the moment” I replied, struggling to let the words out of my mouth.
“I thought so. It’s okay. I’m not going to get upset over it, I still love you too” He said as he tightened his lips together. His face turned pale and he looked into the wall, looking away from me.
“Jake, please. I love having you around. We should just talk. Forget about me for a while. I’m sick of thinking about my issues” I said and Jake laughed as he continued to stare into the wall.
“What’d you want to know?” Jake asked as he leaned his back forward and looked towards me.
“How you got to the person you are today,” I replied. Jake looked puzzled by my request.
“What do you mean?” He asked as he pulled his back up into a straight posture.
“Your past. What happened? How did you get to the person you are today?” I asked and Jake went silent. It seemed as if the blood from his face slowly sunk down and his face turned a ghostly pale.
“My…My past? Why do you want to know?” He chocked with nervousness.
“I’m just curious. Is there something bad?”
“Well, it’s not great. I rarely ever tell anyone my past. I don’t like remembering it” He sighed as he begun to look back into the wall.
“It’s okay. I’m sorry. You don’t –“
“No. It’s okay, you’re worth the talk” Jake interrupted and the blood raced back to his face. I was happy that Jake could trust me. It felt good to know that someone had feelings for you. Even though he did love me, he trusted me, and that was all that mattered.
“Where do I begin?” He sighed as he started to massage his temples.
“Where ever you want to begin,” I replied. He took a deep breath and begun speaking.

“It wasn’t always rainbows and flowers for me. It started when I was about three years old. My parents hated each other and my father condoned family abuse. He would beat my mother all most everyday and watch her bleed every night, he was a recovering alcoholic. He beat me once, with a piece from a bed frame that fell while he attempted to fix my bed. Apparently, I wouldn’t stop asking him questions so he just hit me. I lost a baby tooth from it and I cried for the rest of the night. He didn’t care to much, he was a bastard,” Jake paused, and then continued. “After the age of about six mum became sick of him and his violence. She handed him divorce papers and the police got involved. He was jailed and I have never head of him since. When mum handed him the divorce papers he got a little too angry and hit my little brother, who was four at the time, too hard and he wouldn’t wake up again. He murdered him and it was something painful to live with. I remember my brother on the floor with his neck twisted to the side and his veins starting to pop up in his neck. His face became pale and when I went over to touch him and he was awfully cold. I didn’t know he was dead at the time. I had to ask why he was being buried. And when mum told me I cried for about a year. I loved my little brother; he was the sweetest to me. He did everything with me,” Jake paused and laughed a little remembering all the times he shared with his brother. His past was bad and I felt awful hearing it. Jake was an innocent, sweet loving boy who didn’t deserve any of this. I was glad Jake wasn’t shaped to be some psycho alcoholic like his dad.
“What happened next?” I asked out of curiously.
“My dad disappeared” He replied, obviously hiding something from me with his body actions. He was looking away from me and his hands were trembling.
“Remember you told me when you can read a lie? Well all the sings you explain to me is what you are doing right now. Finish it off Jake, it’s okay. You can trust me” I said while trying to comfort him.