At that point, it seemed like everything just started to slow down. It was like one of those movies where you knew something bad is going to happen, yet you just sit there and stare at the screen. You can't do anything about it. That was kind of how I felt, I felt like I was watching a movie about a boy and his abusive father. But, he wasn't just any boy. I really, really liked this boy. As I watched Jakes father grasp the door knob, I wanted so badly to go up to him and say 'No. Shoot me instead.' But, I couldn't. I felt like some invisible forces were holding me back from moving.
"Zay, what do I do?!" Jake panicked. I heard him, but I didn't soak it in. I was so zoned out, yet I still knew what was going on. I heard Jakes father mumbling to the other man, and he nodded a few times before opening the front door.
I felt a gust of wind from beside me, and my neck muscles seemed to loosen. I looked beside me to find Jake gone. For a moment, I just stared at the place he once was, then it clicked. He had put himself in danger. But, I still couldn't move. I was bound to the ground. I snapped my head to where I was guessing he ran to and followed his running body with my eyes.
'Jake, Jake no!' My brain screamed as he followed closely behind his father.
"Don't you fucking touch her!" I heard Jake scream.
"Get the fuck out of my way, fucking fag!" Jakes dad.
'Jake, please! Come back out here! Be safe
Why do people do this? What's the point of marriage, and the vows? I mean, in a couple of years, they seem to become meaningless for some families. The Groom promises to keep his Bride safe, not harm her or their child. How could people find it in them to physically or even emotionally harm someone they are supposed to love, who they promised to love?
Finally, my brain caught up with the events that were happening. And finally, the invisable forces let me go, and I ran inside the house after Jake. I ran into their living room, and ran right beside Jake, who was yelling at his father...Who was holding a gun.
"Why the fuck are you here!? If you hate us so fucking much, just leave. You fucking pathetic loser!" Jake screamed.
"Jake, Jake, Jake." His father tisked, moving closer toward him. Thats when Jakes mother appeared behind the whole seen. Jake and I were the only ones who saw her, since Jakes dad, and his dad's friend had their backs facing her. I prayed they wouldn't turn around. I really, really hoped they wouldn't turn around. Thats when I noticed that Jake's mother had a lamp in her hand, and she was raising it slowly over her head.
'Don't do it!' I warned her inside my head. It was because of the way the light was set up in the room. You could see her shadow now, before it was barely noticeable. At the exact moment, Jakes dads friend shouted:
"Charles! She's behind you!" Jakes dad turned around ever so quickly, and then:
Jake and I sat in the emergency room. He was crying his eyes out, and for the first time since I was eight, I cried too.I wasn't balling, though, like Jake was. I couldn't. I had to be strong for him. Jake got up, and I looked at him. His hair was a mess, his eyeliner smudged, and his face soaked.
"I n-n-need a-a dri-drink." He stated. I stood up fast, and as soon as I was in front of him he sobbed loudly and collapsed in my arms. I held him tightly, his hands gripped my shirt. Silent tears spilled down my cheeks and I felt my chest heaving a bit. At this point, I said the only thing I could say
"Im so sorry, Jake." At that, he pushed me away, and gave me a glare. I didn't understand why he had gotten so cold toward me all of a sudden. Instead of going to get a drink, like he said he wanted, he threw himself back onto the uncomfortable chair.
"Don't say that," he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. "Everyone says they're sorry. Whats it supposed to mean?!"
"Jake, I-"
"Like my father. He came home one day, and said he was 'sorry' and he asked for a second chance. He promised he wouldn't lay a hand on me or my mom ever again. Yet, here we are, three years later. He never kept his promise. Fuck, he never even kept it for a day." Jakes eyes held anger, and they looked really scary. He looked almost possessed, and I was scared to talk.
"Jake, you know I didn't-"
"Just shut up." He said quietly, and covered his face with his hand. I watched him slightly vibrating from the force of his sobs. We sat in silence for another forty five minutes. Then, finally a nurse came out, with a frown on her face. I prayed that she wasn't going to talk to us. But, I swear, Im a bad luck charm.
"Jacob Hayes?" The nurse questioned. At his name, he snapped his head up, and went over to the nurse.
"What? Is she alright? Why are you frowning?" He bombarded.
"I honestly regret to inform you that..."
"Please no." He sobbed.
"I'm so sorry." A tear escaped her eye, as she turned around and headed back down the hall. Jake turned around and looked at me.
"She'sdead."
I'm over you now, I'm at home in the clouds.
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