A Story of a Killer - Chapter 14: Chapter 14

It was now Thursday and Jacob has not been to school and neither has he responded to my text messages. I was tempted to go over there these past two days but I’ve been pretty busy with… things. Jacob is usually my main priority but sometimes there are things that get in the way of what you prioritize, for me that thing is my sister, Sora. Tuesday, I guess she left something of hers in my car, well that’s what she claims, but long story short we ended up getting into an argument about the things she found in my car. Things that aren’t normally in a person's car. She found one of my shirts that I forgot to burn and it was covered in blood, I easily came up with an excuse saying that I got hurt in my architectural class. She didn’t believe me, not one bit, which can be annoying in the future especially if she tries to put her nose in places that it shouldn’t be.
I was now leaving my third-period class which was AP Lang. That was one of the classes that I actually enjoy, well besides gym. Walking through the crowded hallways I see a very familiar head of hair and an even more familiar jacket, the person’s head was half-covered by the even more familiar oversized hoodie. I knew for a fact that that was the bot I was anxious to see. The boy who has been ignoring me for days straight. Anger boiled inside me and I let out a vicious growl. The people who were around me quickly moved out of my way as I speed walked to the boy who weaseled his way into the bathroom.
How dare he ignore me!?
The thought was loud in my ears. Almost like a ringing, a ringing that clouded my better judgment until the only thoughts that ran through my head were thoughts that involved me, Jacob and a bunch of crying. Not from me obviously but from his with how bad i'm going to put him in his place.
When I made it into the bathroom I was ready to explode but what met me at the door stopped me in my tracks. There Jacob was in all his beautiful glory but that wasn’t the reason that I stooped, I stopped because splattered on his beautiful were bruises. Bruises that were purple in some places and a mixture of purple and yellow in others. His mocha skin was pale and he looked almost dead, his eyes were sullen and the left one had a bruise under it. He was overall a mess.
He looked at me with wide eyes. Those eyes. They help so many emotions but the clearest one was sorrow. My boy was hurting and that, in turn, was also hurting me. Instead of saying anything I pulled the broken boy into my arms. Once he made contact with my body he broke down. His body shook and his cries held so much emotion. His face was buried in my jacket to mumble some of his cries but even that didn’t help as much. He cried as though he was holding back his tears for so long and is only now being able to express his pain, pain that was so strong it radiated to me. I was feeling his pain and the thought of him dealing with this alone was making me angrier and sadder by every passing second.
It took a while for him to actually calm back down and by the time he did the tardy bell rang twenty minutes prior. His loud and painful cries turned into low hic-ups and shaken breaths. Pulling him away from my I cup his right cheek in my hand and he looked up at me with swollen puffy eyes.
“What happened?” My voice was shaking as I tried to keep myself together. I was literally at my breaking point of sanity because when it came to Jacob Welshman id get crazy, hell crazier than I already am.
“D-Dad h-he hurt me again!” he breathed out. “It hurts so bad Titus. I told him to stop so many times but he just wouldn’t. He kept going and I kept on screaming for help but nobody came. I called for you but you didn’t come.” He cried out while gripping my jacket until his hands turned red. His words broke me some more, he called for me and dammit I wasn’t even there to be his savior.
“Shhh.” I pushed out while caressing his head. “ I promise you I’ll fix all this. Never again will anymore hurt what’s mine without paying the consequences .” And that was a promise that I was not going to break. Sniffling he pulled his face out of my shoulder and looked up at me.
“Consequences? What do you mean?” He asked looking at me with his big doe eyes. Smiling down at him, I leaned down and kissed him deeply. Before he got a chance to respond to the kiss I pulled away leaving him in a state of shock.
“Just know that he will get what he deserves. Now let’s blow this pop-stand and do something fun if you know what I mean.” I said with a wink. His face flushed instantly and tried to hide it by placing his face back into my chest and letting out a small groan.
“Come on let’s go. I wanna go to the lake again.” He murmured. Placing my hand on his neck, I squeezed and he whimpered and to be honest it kinda turned me on. Grabbing his hand we walked out of the bathroom and walked straight to the entrance of our school. Pushing through the heavy white door we were hit with a cool breeze and the smell of wet paint.
We got to my car that was parked on the side of the school building and made our way down that long dirt path towards the lake. It's been so long since we’ve been there together. During the car ride, Jacob sat in his seat fidgeting with his finger and face scrunched up, he looked like he wanted to say something but he would only open his mouth and close it again. To comfort him I would place small kisses on his temples at every stop to ease his nerves and i'm pretty sure it helped since every time I did it he would blush and giggle.
Pretty soon we made it down that familiar road, stopped at the familiar set of trees and walked that oh so familiar path. We stayed there for hours. He would tell me things about his mom and his hobbies and I would just sit and listen, not like he minded since the kid enjoys talking so damn much but it’s okay since I love the sound of his voice. By the time we left, it was an hour and a half from midnight when we finally pulled up to Jacob’s home. He was hesitant about getting out of the car and would switch his head from his father’s truck back to me.
“I don’t want to go in there.” He whispered.
“Hey, it’s you and me okay? Plus remember what I said, there are always consequences when messing with my property. Understand?” I said with a reassuring squeeze on his knee and he nodded. “ Say it.”
“It’s you and me.” He says with a firm nod. He gets out of the car and smiles at me and before he closes the door. As soon as he turned his back from me the smile on my face went away. I was still pretty pissed about what his piece of shit father did. I wanted to see what he would do today since I brought him home late. Jacob always told me that his father hated it when he stayed out too late so this was the perfect time to see what happens now. Not even ten minutes after he went into the house there was a loud scream from the house. At first, I didn’t move instead I waited, I waited until I heard those words that gave me the okay.
“Please! Please stop!” He wailed and for a second there I thought it was the same girl I was chasing through the woods getting ready to end her life, that brought a smile to my face.
“Someone help!” He continued to yell but still, I didn’t move. Not Yet. I told myself.
‘Please some- ah! Titus please!” And that was my cue to finally go and help the damsel in distress. Getting out of the car I had a smirk on my face because I was honestly ready to get some blood on my hands. When I got to the door I kicked the door by the lock so he could easily fall off its hinges. The door hit the ground with a loud thud causing the two people in the home to freeze. Looking around I observed the scene and it made my blood boil. Boil so hot I felt as though I would implode in the next three seconds.
On the floor was a bloodied Jacob on the floor. He had new bruises over his older ones causing his skin to look darker. His lip was busted and there was a gash that was oozing blood running along the side of his face. He was in a kneeling position wheezing and coughing. Looking up from the boy on the floor I make eye contact with the man who he calls a father. In his hand was a broken beer bottle in his hand that was covered in blood. The man’s knuckles were swollen and bruised and there was a scratch mark on the side of his face, leading from his eye to the top of his lip and it was bleeding.
Good to know he put up a fight.
“Who the hell are you?!” The man yelled in my direction. I didn’t answer him though, what I did was look back down at the half-dead boy and then back at the man and started to laugh. A laugh so sinister, a laugh that held so much rage and promised so much pain. My hand came up to my face and covered my eyes as I continued to laugh. Jacob’s dad let out a noise of confusion before walking up to me and pushing me on the shoulder and I stumbled back still laughing.
“Listen, boy. I just asked you a question. Who the fuck are you and why the hell are you in my house!?” My laughing instantly stopped and the house got quiet. Spreading my fingers I made sure that the only thing that was showing was my glaring eye. Pulling my hand down from my face I place it on his shoulder before digging my thumb into the shoulder blade.
“Who am I?” I whispered. “Well, I am the one whos going to have so much fun slitting your throat and ending your pathetic life.” I said with a steady voice, It took him a second to comprehend what I said but when he finally did it was already too late. With speed and precision, I pulled the blade from out of my pants and plunged it into his throat as deep as I could. The hand that held the bottle instantly loosened and his other came up to grab my shoulder. When I was sure that the blade was lodged in deep enough I quickly slid it from its place in his neck and to the other side of the neck. His blood sprayed out on me causing me to close my eyes. His body hit the ground. The man held onto his neck as he bled out. With his dying breath, he looked over to Jacob and stuck his hand out trying to gargle the boy’s name.
Stabbing the man once more in his heart I turned his face around to me with my pointer and middle finger so he could look at me. “Aht, aht , aht.” I say as I wag my finger in his face. He took his last breath while looking at my smiling face.
I really do love it when i'm the last thing my victims see
Removing the knife from the now-dead man’s chest I make my way to the boy who’s still on the floor still in shock. Kneeling down in front of him and lifted his face up towards me. I smiled at him pretty sure that I was stained with blood, including my teeth.
“You killed him.” His voice was low and broke towards the end. Letting out a small sigh I sat criss crossed in front of his and leaned on my right hand and looked at him in the eyes. “ You’re a murderer.”
“No. I didn’t kill him, Jacob, you did. You called me here to help you, aren’t you? If you would have just taken the beating like a good little boy daddy dearest wouldn’t be soaking in his own blood would he?” I asked lifting up my eyebrow and also readjusting my position which had me leaning forward on both my hands.
“I-I didn’t kill him.” His eyes were filling up with tears.
“Oh, but you did. You knew I was still out there Jacob that’s why you called for my help. If anything you’re the murderer here Jacob. I just put your thoughts into actions love.” I smile once again.
“I just wanted him to stop Titus.” He wailed. “ It hurt so bad. I couldn’t take it anymore.” Caressing his face I looked at him with a lopsided grin.
“Now he can’t hurt you anymore right?” He nods his head in agreement. “ And why is that Jacob?”
He murmured his answer. I heard him but I wanted him to say it loud enough so it could ring in his ears.
“Louder Jacob. I can’t hear you.” I say while pinching his ear.
“Because I-I-I killed him. I killed my dad.” His eyes widened as though something had dawned on him before opening his mouth again, “Oh my God I killed my father!” He started to cry once again this time even harder and placed his hands on his face over his eyes. With a pleased smirk, I patted him on his shoulder and stood up and stretched my back out.
“Yes, we’ve established. It’s okay though because I'm going to help you get rid of the evidence so no one would ever know of the sin you committed.” reaching my hand down I waited until he placed his in mine and pulled him onto his feet. I wiped his tears with my blood-stained thumbs spreading the evidence on him. His lips quivered and he nodded his head at me.
“How are we going to do that?”
“I'm glad you asked baby.” I winked at him. “Now first things first do you have large garbage bags?” He nodded at me and walked away towards the kitchen. After that, Jacob and I got to work with wrapping and moving the body. We took the garbage bags and wrapped the dead man in them starting from the top and ended at his feet. Once he was on the bags we examined the floor. It was stained in blood. It looked like someone took some red paint, put water in it and dumped it on the floor. It was such a pretty sight.
“ We can take care of that later.” Jacob says nodding at the floor. His eyes were hollow and his body hung low but that’s fine, this will just teach him to have thicker skin. Nodding my head back at him I get on the top end of the body while he gets on the bottom and we carry the body to my trunk. The task was pretty hard since Jacob kept struggling to get a grip and the geezer was all body fat. When we finally got him to fit we got in the car. It was quiet at first.
“Hey,” I said to Jacob and grabbed his hand.
“Yes?”
“What did I say earlier to you in the car Jacob?” I say as I kiss his knuckles. He takes a deep breath and looks me in the eyes.
“It’s you and me.” He breathed out with a small smile. Nodding my head I grabbed his face and pulled him into a deep kiss. My tongue invaded his mouth and dominated it in seconds. He moaned into my mouth but they were all swallowed up by me. He submitted to me and allowed me to take control, he was shaking but I couldn’t tell if it was from the kiss or if he was traumatized but either way it didn’t matter. All that matters was that he was here and had no one else but me now, He could only rely on me now and that thought alone made me feel giddy inside. When we broke apart his light brown lips had a light tint of pink on them from the blood that covered me.
“Yep. You and me.”
“Forever?” He questions out of breath. His question caught me off guard and because of that I was tempted to lie but instead, I kissed his soft lips again two more times.
“Forever.” I agree. He gave me a firm nod and I pulled out of his driveway and onto the main road. Jacob squeezed my hand tightly as we pulled away from the house to go and dispose of the body.