[B][U]Chapter 19: “I Loved Him Away…”
Jacob strode out of the house. He pushed the sliding glass door quietly. I didn’t notice him at first. I uncurled my legs and continued to lean against the tree. I only noticed him when he began to get close. The rain was starting to pick up, and I was drenched. It was cold, but not nearly as cold as I felt. I was evil… I didn’t have the right to live. Though I noticed Jacob, I paid him no mind, until he stopped right in front of me. I looked up into the weeping willow, as though I was looking for the answers to my problems inside its many slender branches.
I was upset. I was alone. I was mentally gone. Jacob didn’t seem normal though. I could see his face out of my peripheral vision, and he seemed… odd. His silver hair covered his blood red eyes, but his maniacal grin was clearly visible. I couldn’t think anymore. I didn’t want to. And I wasn’t going to be allowed to either. I soon felt something hard. Something strong; and something fast hit my stomach. My eyes widened and my head cocked forward. A look of shock hit my face, as I saw Jacob’s foot still in the air, I leaned forward. He raised it above me, coldly looking down. I could see his eyes now. The storm, which was now being caressed by the sounds of thunder and the brightness of lightning; only complimented his dark and evil being. His smile grew as his foot was brought down to the back of my head. My face hit the ground hard. I didn’t know what to do. I stood up as fast as I could, still dazed from the blow. I wiped my lip, which was bleeding. Most of the blood though was coming from inside my mouth. I backed away scared from Jacob.
“What are you doing?” I asked between blood stained coughs. Jacob didn’t answer me. He removed the hair from his eyes and looked at me. His look was even more of a monstrosity then mine had been not an hour earlier. My look had been that of anger, and hate, and guilt over my father. His look was of pleasure, and wanting. I knew that this wasn’t about revenge, or even the way I was treating him. This was simply for pleasure.
“Jacob?!” I asked screaming at the top of my lungs.
“Tsk tsk tsk.” He said, wagging his finger in the air. “I’m not Jacob, you idiot! I’m Jake!” He said, laughing maniacally.
“J-Jake?” I asked, backing up some. I stopped. I started standing my ground.
“YOU’VE LOST IT!” I screamed, as thunder muffled my voice with its own, unknown opinion.
“Lost what? I don’t think I’ve lost anything. Unlike you!” He said, still laughing.
“Wh-what?” I asked. He started circling me, and I circling him. It was as though we were dancing in the rain, a circular pattern of darkness, sorrow, hate and evil.
“Oh come now! You didn’t think that your dad ever REALLY loved you? He’s ALWAYS loved Jacob more! Ever since he met him! You lost your dad a LONG time ago!” He said slyly.
“You bastard…” I muttered.
“Bastard? Now aren’t you one to talk. We’re both bastard children, if you FORGOT! Not that I really cared about the asshole anyway.” He stated shrugging.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I questioned.
“Oh, NOTHING! WHAT ABOUT YOU? OR IS DADDY NOT THERE TO TELL YOU WHAT TO DO ANYMORE?!” He chuckled extremely loud. The wind started to pick up. I felt like I was in a hurricane, and it was all Jacob, or Jake’s fault!
“You… STOLE HIM AWAY! YOU STOLE MY DAD AWAY FROM ME!” I screamed.
“No.” He said, running extremely fast towards me. I didn’t have any time to react. He put his mouth right next to my ear, my body frozen with fear as I saw his left arm cocked back. “I loved him away.” He whispered. My face felt at peace then. Almost as if it was numb. That feeling didn’t last though, as I fell backwards, clutching my cheek because of the pain. I stood back up, and ran at Jake.
“I’LL KILL YOU!” I screamed. I swung with a left punch to his face, and then a right, and again and again. Lastly, I kneed him in the gut. He didn’t move, or flinch. He let his hair fall back over his eyes.
“Done yet?” He asked. I backed away slowly, scared for my life. Then he came at me again. I began to dodge kicks and punches, my feet sometimes slipping on to drenched green earth beneath my feet. Some came high, and some came low. I wasn’t a martial arts master or some kind of kung fu god. I was acting on pure instinct. When I finally found an opening, I did a one hundred and eighty degree turn, letting my back glide along Jake’s arm. He looked left at me, shocked, as the back of my clenched fist came into contact with the back of his head. He stumbled forward, and I ran. I ran over to the area beneath my window, and towards the trampoline. Jacob ran after me. I had gotten onto the trampoline first. It didn’t have a net, so I knew it was dangerous, but it was the only way I could run to the neighbors’ house without going through the house. Opening the back door would have taken too long. But before I could jump, I slipped and fell, landing my back on the metal ring surrounding the otherwise soft bouncy material. I clenched my fists tighter, and closed my eyes. The rain invaded my blood stained face like sharp needles, and I felt utterly helpless. I knew Jake was right there, I could FEEL him. I just knew it was all over. I knew I was done for. He looked down at me and chuckled.
“So long, kid.” He mused. He lifted his leg, about to smash my face into oblivion. But just as he did, I heard something. A girl’s voice. It was coming from my window.
“SWEEP THE LEG!” I heard. So I did. I swung my leg as hard and fast as I could, and knocked Jake off of his feet. He fell back, defeated, as his head hit the railing. He was knocked out cold. I don’t remember much after that, except for the feeling of warmth around my lips. The first warm feeling I had felt since the blood fell on my head in the courtroom. The first time I was ever kissed…
