An innocent childhood friend that hides his intensely possessive tendencies and his equally unstable older brother with no sense of boundaries.
Dominic and Jake Truven are both troubled teens that have their sights set on their family friend, Nicol...
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--Jacob--
I felt something move on my bed.
The disturbance to my sleep initiated a stir back into consciousness. A slow and groggy one. From it, I could tell that I had been asleep for a good amount of time. It was most likely night time by now and the bright light of the moon, peeking through my window confirmed it.
My body had gone rigid from the stillness and was still too sluggish to move. So, I eased myself awake with a yawn and blurred peer into the darkness. It was quiet and peaceful. I felt so carefree, unbothered by everything for once. Maybe it was the side effects of the drugs they had been giving me through the IV, but whatever it was, it had worked. I was finally relaxed like Rachel had told me to be.
"No worries, no stress," I mumbled to myself through a croaky, worn voice. That's right, I forgot my vocal cords were screwed up. Either way, my mind was clear, free of thoughts that weighed down on me. "No assassinations, no plots, no future Don, no Lilith," I relieved, feeling the sink of the plush mattress. I was truly in a blissful state of mind for onc-
"No Lilith? I beg to differ." My eyes snapped open in alarm and awakened my entire body with a burst of adrenaline. What the hell?! I hurriedly shuffled up the bed and sat up to scan the room for an intruder. There was no one in plain sight despite the intimate distance I heard that voice from. It was teasing and condescending – a familiarity to me. The image of the owner of such a voice spiked my heart rate to double and quickly beaded my entire forehead with sweat.
"Who's there?!" I demanded into the shadows of the room. No answer and I felt paranoid. Was I imagining it again? Was I hearing voices again? "The meds," I whispered in a rush. I needed those pills. I've been off them for too long. I usually hated taking them, but if I was going to start hallucinating about her of all people then I'll down the whole fucking bottle. Feeling around for my bedside table, I caught onto the handle of the top drawer and yanked it open. In a frenzied panic, my hand fumbled around the messy contents of the drawer, searching for the well-acquainted feeling of a pill bottle, but to no avail. Where were they?! I put them in here! I made a look for them in the other drawers as well but with none the more luck. "Where the fuck are they?!" I roared in frustration.
"Now, now, Jake," that voice from before purred, freezing me into an ice statue. The whole room dropped in temperature as I felt something move in my bed again. My eyes flickered over to bedsheet pooling around my legs and contracted when a bulge emerged from between my legs and moved toward me. I rammed against the bedhead, rattling the entire bed as the covers lifted higher off the bed, shaping the figure of a person. It rose above me, kneeling on the bed and obscured by the sheet, like a ghost. The head titled carefully to the side as its blanketed face looked down upon me chillingly. "Didn't I tell you before that you didn't need those silly things?" My features scrunched together intensely as I glared at the vision before me. It's you! You! With a fierce grip of the sheets, I tore them off the silhouette, prepared to face this demon. Face me! Lili-!
