BEAUTIFUL BEAST.

Roasted Marshmallows

Jakes’s P.O.V

I enter my room while my fingers run through my hair as I let out a frustrated sigh. Steadily, I push myself to my body length mirror and peek at my reflection “what’s wrong with you man?” I murmur as I direct the question to myself. I can’t control myself, I couldn’t even have a normal conversation with her because every time I try, she’s going to look into my eyes, and I will lose control of myself. I just can’t believe that I let her see me cry, I hate it that I hurt her, and I don’t think I will ever forgive myself, ever.

Well, it turned out that the breakfast was not special but humorous, maybe I should buy her flowers or I don’t know because I am not good at this and I had never been. I have never gotten a chance to date even in my high school years because my dad told me that women will use you for their pleasure and your money. Once they are done with you and bored already, they move on to another better guy than you may be with the physique or maybe more money.

A shower will do at my state right now, plus I didn’t take one this morning before I rushed out to buy her clothes. I am inside my shower and the water is calming my tensed muscles due to the current situation, my dad, Samantha as a missing person who is in my house right now. When I was out earlier this morning, I heard the radio’s news reporting a missing 20-year-old black girl from Kempton park with both her parents, and they were last seen on the second of this month which makes them miss for three weeks full since today it is the 23rd. When I was trying to ignore that I bumped into posts on every corner at the mall, reporting the same thing.

Regret was plastered on my face the entire time when I was choosing clothes for her as I prayed not to be suspected since I was wearing black and buying girl's clothes. a smile sees itself on my lips as I think about what I would have said if I were to be stopped by police and be asked why I was buying a girl’s clothes “it’s for my girlfriend” but luckily I finished buying her clothes with no distraction from no one and I quickly left without daring to glance back. I get out of the shower and grab one of the bathroom towels on the hanger and wrap it around my waist after I had ruffled it on my hair, just to wipe off the droplets on the edges.

I am back to my room ad drying my hair using my hairdryer, once I’m done, I go inside my walk-in closet and pick up an outfit for the day. Since I am not planning on going anywhere, I had decided on wearing sweat pants, a long sleeve T, and fluffy sleepers after I had moisturized my body and brushed the sides of my hair, and ruffled the rest before I see my way out of the room to get a coffee or something to keep me warm. When I get in the kitchen I panic when I don’t see Samantha, I trail to the living room, but she is not here either.

I panic, thinking that maybe she has escaped but when I hear her sweet voice from behind I get to pacify my breathing “oh, was looking for you” I murmur unexpectedly she only snort as she takes a sit on the couch and stretches her arm to reach for a tv control remote. She can be sassy sometimes, I kind of like that though, it doesn’t sit well with me when she seems to fear me. I don’t like it when she flinches or backs away from me while wearing a scared expression. Now that she is comfortable, and she is being herself I am just fine. “where were you?” I didn’t mean to sound insecure but by the stare, she is giving me I sure did. “no, no I’m only trying to” she cut me off “trying to keep me by your side, see” she says as she rolls her eyes and shrugs her shoulders dramatically then swirl her head back to her boring show on the tv.

“Sam” I trail and clear my throat, I do this a lot when I’m nervous especially when being intimidated by a pretty girl’s stare. I am a total opposite of my dad, maybe I have taken most of my genetics from mom even though I don’t know her, but something always tells me that I am like her because honestly, I am far, far away from being like my dad. “yes!” she screeches in front of my face as her five fingers are waving on my face which causes me to clear my throat again “wanted to say something? Jake” she asks with sarcasm in her words. I nod then take my seat next to where she has been sitting the whole time before she decided to stand up and snap her fingers on my face.