BEAUTIFUL BEAST.

my responsibility.

Jake’s P.O.V

When she gets inside the bathroom, I decide to give her some privacy, I walk down the stairs and prepare myself some something to eat, it was a long ride from the forest to my house and I’m as tired as she looked. As I’m busy putting everything together for my tacos, I’m thinking about what to tell my dad, I know he is already in the forest and wondering where I have taken her too. I wouldn’t allow him to hurt an innocent soul, never. Sam neither did her parents had anything to do with what my dad was accusing them of.

Once I’m done preparing my food I go to my favorite spot on the balcony as I think about what to do next except for hallucinating about Samantha, she does things to me and I don’t want to show it to her she might think I’m taking advantage of her. How am I going to act normal around her without feeling all these sparks all over my body? I sip on my water bottle as my mind keeps bringing up the images of her parents being killed in front of her as she screamed for help, but I couldn’t do anything.

My dad was there certainly there was nothing I could have done. He killed innocent people for a stupid reason, he should have let them go because it was clear that he had the wrong person at the wrong time, and just because he thought that if he let them off his fingers they might have run to the police and report him for kidnapping them.

To me, that is a most idiotic reason to take a life, but my dad wouldn’t listen and he ordered his man to take them out, tonight was the day when Samantha was to be killed and I had to do something, I had to protect her at least since it was not in my power to protect her parents. Now it’s my job to keep her by my side so she wouldn’t do anything that will get me or my dad in trouble. If she is by me then she wouldn’t dare to call the police or even, try to go to the station.

Not that I am trying to keep her a prisoner but because I am trying to protect myself and my father and her too, it is just complicated, and I know she won’t take it as it is but instead, she will think that I am keeping her hostage or something like that. The nice thing is that she doesn’t know where she is and I doubt she will, I hope she doesn’t.

It will be best for her to obey me and do as I say on staying here with me for her safety because if she dares to escape and get off my care, she is indeed dead meat which will be fed to my dad’s lion to conceal the evidence.

It is getting late and I’m drowsy I haven’t had enough sleep ever since I had laid my eyes on her, not when I knew she was to be killed after being tortured tonight. My dad has said that since she has been troublesome, we had to torture her before killing her because she has given us, well, him hard time by escaping. He knew I was somehow involved in her escape plans because I was the one guarding her when he wasn’t around, and that was the time she escaped by my false mistakes. I had planned it, the first time I left the keys in the room when we first kept her at one of my dad’s dungeons.

Secondly, she was unconscious and I picked her up on my arms and left her in the middle of the road so when she gets to wake up she could have found her way out but all that failed, the third time I fall ‘asleep’ and she was able to take the keys from my jacket and saw herself out, that was me pretending to be asleep and I knew that the other guards were out for some work but when she was almost out one of the guards saw her and that is how it failed.

Today I had to take her out myself with her being aware of that, though it was a risk for both our lives because the guards were there but busy playing Chelsea, thankfully. That was my way to prepare my bike and take Sam out without them noticing anything. I left the bike on the road, so they thought I was out and haven’t gotten back.

One thing for sure is, I will never forgive myself for hurting her leg, from the thought of it I feel sick. She was screaming and begging me to stop, I couldn’t and wouldn’t until my dad says so. He controls me, he is in my head and I hate the fact that I can’t do anything about it. sometimes I wish I can just kill him but I’m not a killer like he is, I’m not a bad guy but he is.