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jakeismylover · 11 months

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Dancing with the enemy - 2

Jake x MC (fem) - 2

The next twenty minutes drag by slowly and you still haven't seen Nymos after the dance you two had and it worries you because that irritating man - and smelling good as hell - might ruin everything.

At that moment, you are on the balcony of the lounge, in the open air, surrounded by trees and, much further ahead, you can catch a glimpse of the vast sea at the mercy of the bright full moon.

"A beautiful woman like you shouldn't be alone"

Anthony is standing behind you. You turn around and his youthful appearance, despite him being just over forty-five, takes you a little by surprise. Both his hands are busy with two flutes of champagne bubbling in the thin glass. It could easily become a deadly weapon if cracked.

"Well, I guess I'm not now" In your best, most sensual tone you smile at him accepting the glass of champagne he holds out to you.

You look sideways at his security guards, who have stayed a considerable distance from the two of you.

"I still don't know your name," he asks without looking away from yours as he sips on expensive champagne.

"Halina," you lie.

"A sweet name for a sweet woman," he runs a hand down your bare arm and you bristle in disgust but keep a fake smile on your red-painted lips.

That man is almost twice your age.

The rest of the conversation is pure flirting so that you can win his sympathy and finally, have the confession you've been waiting for since the first moment of the night. And in the next few days, when you have his trust, he would say something about it and, without realizing it, incriminate himself. With some seduction and discretion, you would gain access to his room, where you would look for a weakness and some evidence. You've done this other times, it was all a matter of time.

"I'm flattered that among all these beautiful women, you've come to join me," you smile gently as if enjoying the feel of his hand on your arm.

"Oh, I just recognize when I see something of value,"

Something.

His eyes go straight to your generous cleavage. He doesn't even feel shy about keeping his eyes there under your gaze.

"Mr. Evans...,"

"Just Anthony," he says.

"Oh, of course... Anthony," you give your best genuine look. You move a little closer until only he is able to hear you. "Believe me, I really know how to make things worthwhile,"

He seems a little intoxicated on your French perfume, your closeness making him run a hand down your waist.

"Cheers!" you clink your glass to his lightly.

So you pull back a little, just slightly so you can take another sip of your sweet drink.

"I can take you through my liquor collection, and then you can show me if it's really worth it," the green eyes turn a little darker.

"Mr. Evans," Anthony's men approach and by the tense face of one of them tells you there's something wrong.

The man in the suit looks at you and places his hand on the gun at his waist, without moving it. You try not to look nervous and touch Anthony's arm. The look the man gives is the kind of look questioning if he can talk about the matter in front of you. Anthony shakes his head almost imperceptibly.

"It might not be safe for you here. The information they gave us is that an agent or something like that might be infiltrated" the man says it quietly, but you can hear it perfectly.

Your heart starts to beat a little faster. How did they have this information if only your own team knew about this operation? There are only two answers: either someone on your team leaked the information or that fucking Nymos is trying to screw you over. Whatever it is, you'll deal with it later.

Anthony doesn't seem too concerned though.

"I've got over twenty men spread out in this damn room not counting those outside. And you're telling me they can't handle just one agent?" he says sternly, causing his bodyguard to lower his head.

"It's not just an agent sir, it's Jake too." Anthony completely changes his face when he hears that name. His jaw tightens and he looks more tense, even a little nervous.

Jake? Interesting how Anthony completely changed his attitude towards that name, you think.

"He is here?"

"We got him, sir,"

You smile at the thought, but fear of him ratting you out quickly creeps into your mind.

"Give me a second miss" Anthony kisses your hand and disappears with his men through the hall.

You wonder what Nymos is up to. What if this is just a scramble to get Anthony killed? No. You couldn't let that happen.

So when another man approaches you to dance, you just hand him your glass and leave with your eyes glued to Anthony's man. They pass through a bright corridor, with vases and chic paintings, making their way to one of the white hall doors.

You look around to see if anyone is approaching, but the hallway is empty and it doesn't look like guests are not allowed to walk around.

You catch a glimpse of the door opening and quickly back away. Fortunately the footsteps move away and you wait a few seconds before looking again.

So you approach the door those men came out of and put your ear to the door to try to hear what's going on, but of course the walls are thick and muffled for you to hear anything.

Your hand goes to the doorknob and you sigh in relief when you see that it's not locked. But before you can open it, you feel rigid, strong hands grab your arm.

"What are you doing here? This part is not for ladies," he snaps and you feel the tip of the gun press into your bare back.

"I got lost," you say trying to sound helpless.

"I was with Mr. Anthony Evans, he can tell you that-"

You can't complete your sentence because he easily turns you around and pushes you into the wall.

"Yeah, let's see what he thinks of a bitch spying on things," he growls, disengaging the safety on the gun.

The noise of his radio communicator distracts him for a moment and you take the chance to use your free hand to snatch the knife from your thigh holster, driving the sharp razor into his throat. The man takes his hand to his throat trying to contain the blood there. He points the gun at you, but he slowly falls without having the strength to shoot.

Quickly, you snatch the gun from his hand. At least it would be an advantage in your favor.

Without wasting any more time, you open the door just to find the best scene of your life.

Nymos tied to a chair.

He keeps a smile on his face, which you don't understand, after all, he's trapped in that room, with dozens of men ready to shoot him.

"Well, well, well, looks like I found a lot more than I'd like," you sneer as you approach him.

"So you're the one who asked those men to tie me up? Look, I'm not into being submissive," he licks his lips.

"Not if you were the last man in the world, Nymos," you snarl at him. "But it's good to see you in your place, tied up like a dog,"

You sit on his lap, and press the gun to his neck. The white skin in contrast to the gun's black barrel is something you like. It's so good for you to see him like this, helpless.

"You know I could kill you right now, don't you?"

"I have to admit I would be kind of honored to die at the hands of such a beautiful woman. You know, those men aren't my type," he approaches smiling without taking his blue gaze from yours.

You unlock the safety lock, as if to warn him to stop immediately.

"Okay, princess. I get it,"

"Who hired you?" you seriously ask. "Who has an interest in Anthony's death? It can only be someone Anthony can hand over, so he wants to shut him up,"

"I don't usually hand over my clients, there's a lot of trust involved in that." he says sarcastically.

"You mean that there's definitely a lot of money in this," you roll your eyes. "What's your price, Nymos?"

"I don't cooperate with the police. You're trying to catch a mobster, but he's not that different. His corruption is as dirty as yours,"

He wasn't sarcastic this time. In fact, you think there's a bit of spite and anger in your voice.

"We protect our country," you say.

"And who protects them from you?" he leaves you speechless. "What happened? The kitten lost her tongue?"

You aim the gun at his temples now.

"Shut up, Nymos. Or I'll blow your brains out right now. It would make a nice painting on the wall,"

You then change the cards. It would be more interesting to know who wants Anthony's head. You didn't even need his information now. Nymos was enough.

You get up and take your razor with a few traces of blood and cut the ropes that bind Nymos' feet. He looks at you blankly.

"You come with me,"

He gets up and you bring the knife to his neck.

"If you try anything, I won't mind slitting your throat and leaving you for dead,"

So without wasting any more time, you push him away while holding the sharp knot of the bindings in his hands. Luckily it's firm enough that he can let go. Then suddenly the door opens, revealing two of Anthony's henchmen standing there. They look at your hand with the gun and Nymos standing and without a second thought, his men fire at you. You and Nymos duck, causing the shot to hit the glass window, shattering it into a thousand pieces.

You throw yourself beside the bed and don't shy away from aiming the gun at the men's heads. Nymos takes the cue to go to the window and pick up a piece of glass from the floor.

One of the men targets Nymos and you shoot him in the head first.

You've managed to eliminate the two men and when you look at Nymos, he's already managed to cut the ropes that bound him.

"You son of a bitch-," you aim the gun at him towards his legs, right where you know it won't be fatal.

It would only be a glancing shot, but when you fire, Nymos dodges, grabbing one of the fallen men's guns and disappearing down the hall. You drop the gun without bullets, get up and waste no time running after him.

You follow him into the ballroom, where he manages to blend in with the crowd.

You see Anthony with other guests and his bodyguards. Then you approach, and his men seem alarmed by your presence.

Then the hall lights suddenly go out and you reach into the holster strapped to your thigh with your knife. Your field of vision is limited and the murmurs in the hall grow louder. You hear the quick footsteps of Anthony's security guards getting closer.

The shrill sound of a bullet slicing through the air fills the room. The lights come up, revealing Anthony bleeding from the chest. And then one more time, and again and again.

Then the screaming and running around starts.

One part of Anthony's men escort him while the other part prepares in attack position, with guns aimed everywhere.

You move your legs as fast as you can looking sideways. People are running and more men are coming after you, there are dozens of them and you are not properly armed for this attack so you join the crowd. So in the middle of the rush, you can see him.

Nymos.

You see the glimmer of a smile on his face before he tries to join the crowd and leave the room.

Fuck.

You cannot let this opportunity pass you by. Anthony's men are gone with him, but you can still get this son of a bitch called Nymos.

"That woman! She was with him," one of the men says loud enough for the others to hear. Just his word is enough to have eyes and guns pointed your way.

Then more shots ring out in front of you and you realize it's not you Nymos is running from, but the dozen armed men behind him and you.

Nymos veers around the back and you follow, running as fast as you can in your heels down the hall. Shots ring out behind you, shattering the vases and you fall as a shot rips through your thigh.

The man approaches and aims the gun directly at his head. Before you can try to pull out your knife to at least wound him in the leg, the man falls with a shot in the forehead.

You look back to see Nymos staring at the wound in your leg. It doesn't look deep, but it sure would make you have trouble walking. Nymos approaches and then you quickly grab the gun from the man lying beside you and point it at him.

"If you want to stay around to be killed, that's fine with me. His men would love to put a bullet in an agent's head," he says gruffly.

"I don't need your help," you growl placing your finger firmly on the trigger.

Then you hear more footsteps approaching.

"Your choice, princess," he says sarcastically.

The truth is, you wouldn't stand a chance being hurt and with just one low-loading gun against all of Anthony's men. So, it's either accept the help of the tall man in front of you, or die.

Reluctantly, you lower your gun and Nymos approaches, hauling you in half carelessly as the steps are much higher. All you see is walls and walls, not knowing where you're going.

"Do you even know where the exit is?"

He quickly pulls you by the arm, and you try to keep up as you can since your wound burns and makes it impossible for you to run at the moment.

"What kind of professional would I be if I didn't study the place?" he scoffs.

Then the hall comes to an end where there is a window from the second floor that leads towards trees and more trees.

Nymos manages to jump because it's not that tall, and then you climb over the window frame and clumsily try to climb down, being caught by his hands.

More men appear around the place and you enter the dark forest, being followed by them.

You reload your gun as you shed your high heels, dropping them along the way.

"I shouldn't care about your life," Nymos says hiding behind a tree and wasting no time he pulls out a gun and fires back at the men. "But I'm starting and it's becoming an inconvenience"

The only thing you can hear is the gunshots and the crunch of Nymos's boots running. You two don't know exactly where to go, you just walked away from the gunfire and the men shooting at you.

"Damn it, when this is over you'll be a dead man Nymos!" You growl.

He doesn't answer you and annoys you even more.

"End of the line for us."

"What the fuck do you mean by that?" You growl.

It's a cliff, the rough sea below gives you the chills and you try not to lose your cool as the gunshots get closer and closer. Nymos looks at you and doesn't need to speak to give away what he's thinking.

You sigh and look pensively at the almost meters high that separates you from the sea. You can die anyway.

"No,"

"I hope you can swim princess. Because we're going to jump."

"I will not run away with you, we are not Nymos partners!"

"Okay, good luck trying to kill twenty gunmen wanting my head for killing their boss and yours for being an undercover agent. Maybe they even think you're my partner, but it's not that important" he says if approaching the cliff and shaking off the bow tie and black boots looking down.

You hear the shots approaching and you look at him in anguish. There's a considerably terrifying height and the chance that you'll survive isn't very exciting.

You don't have time to think about denying it because as the first shot slices through the air, Nymos wraps his arms around you and launches himself with you.

The seconds in the air are fast and the next impact you feel is the cold water burning against some part of your body, you cannot discern where exactly it is because the water invades your senses and, even being trained for occasions like this, you can't help but open your mouth for air.

Your hands try to grab onto something and you feel like lead weights are in each of your feet, pulling you down and to the bottom of the sea. You open your eyes and you can see nothing but blurry darkness and you feel your eyes sting from the salty sea water.

Nightmares and your worst fear — the sea — are happening right now. Old memories invade your mind and you can't shake them. Just when you think you can't try to get back to the surface anymore, a pair of hands reach for yours.

They pull you up and you gasp for air and cough, in a desperate mess of trying to catch the breath you've been losing.

You cling to Nymos's body, gasping for breath. The waves seem to calm down, but you actually felt safer because you have a pair of hands to hold you in that dark sea.

The henchmen didn't even bother to check if you two were alive, because the height was enough to kill you.

It took a few hours to swim until they reached the shore. You didn't even feel your legs and arms when you touched the wet sand. You lay down right there, catching your breath and the tiredness of having used your limbs to get there.

"I thought you could swim, isn't that the minimum required for an agent?" Nymos tries to say between short breaths. He's just as tired as you are.

"I can swim, it's just that the sea is not one of my favorite places,"

You wring the water out of your hair and fall backward onto the sand. Your legs ache and your arms don't seem to want to move. Hours of swimming took a lot out of you.

"And why did it take you so long to get back to the surface?"

"Why do you care?" you say sharp as a knife.

"I'm just amazed that an agent can't swim," it's just unbelievable that even when he's tired he can be sarcastic and irritating.

You ignore him and pull the knife from the holster on your thigh. So you pull your dress up and groan in pain as the wind hits your wound. It was only a graze, but the seawater made you sting like hell and you probably got an infection.

"I'll help you with that," You're too tired to deny it and just nod.

"No inconvenient touches, Nymos" you say harshly when you feel his eyes get a little lost in the slit of your ruined and wet dress.

"I'm going to need the knife," he says and holds out his hand. You quickly back away, eyeing him suspiciously. "If I wanted you dead, I wouldn't have helped you there, would I?" he says a little offended.

Yes this is true.

He could have left you behind, but he didn't. The question is: why did he do that?

You hand him the knife and Nymos rips off a piece of his own shirt. You accidentally look at the defined abs. Damn, he looks really strong. And hot as hell.

He tightens the piece of cloth around your thigh and you almost whimper, still feeling the sea salt burn against your wound. Your newest scar - among so many others.

Then he hands the knife back to you and throws himself in the sand. You look around. There are only trees and the vast sea. It looks like you're safe for the moment.

"Trying to leave here during the night is not a good idea, it's possible to get lost easily in these woods," he says with his eyes closed.

"And what do you expect me to do? Spend the night here? With you?"

"Lots of women would love to spend a night here with me," he scoffs.

"They must all be crazy then," you say.

"Oh yeah?" he sits down to face you. It's dark, but you can still see his smile gracing his damn handsome face.

Then before you can even respond, he pounces on you. His tall, strong body easily holds you under his weight without hurting you.

"Are you crazy?" you scream trying to get him away from you.

"You talk too much, princess. Does your mouth do more than that?"

"Yeah, it'll laugh when it sees you dead, you idiot-" he cuts you off with a kiss.

His hot tongue doesn't ask for permission but you gladly receive it. His icy body on top of yours gives you goosebumps and makes you vibrate with the sensation. You even open your legs a little for him to fit in there.

"I know you've wanted to do this all fucking night," he pulls back a little but remains with his body over yours.

You were going to protest, but he again falls on your lips until dawn.

(...)

You woke up to cold water touching your feet. Looking sideways through the sun with difficulty, there was nothing but the holster.

Then you get up and see a stick in the sand. The words make you clench your fists. The choppy waters try to erase but the message is still visible.

"𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑢𝑛 𝑀𝐶, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡. :)"

And then you remember the night with Nymos, the night with your enemy.

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jakeismylover · 11 months

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The Forest 17

I tried to sleep and tossed and turned several times, but tension seemed to scream between Jake and me. His eyes are closed, but by his breathing I know he's awake. He's sitting leaning against a tree trunk because at some point he got tired of lying down because of his injured arm.

I think of a thousand ways to apologize for the rude way I treated him, he doesn't deserve that. I sit up and lightly touch his left arm. Jake opens his eyes in warning but softens when he sees it's just me.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," I apologize.

"You didn't scare me, I was just about to fall asleep for a moment,"

"I can watch while you sleep, I can't sleep anyway,"

I know that all those days Jake could barely sleep a wink. I think an hour is the longest he's slept, so I decide to postpone this conversation for a little while longer.

"And I'm not going to take 'no' for an answer,"

I assert as I sit down next to him, but take some distance so I don't touch his injured arm.

"Could I go against you?" A small smile forms at the corner of his face and I smile back.

"You can lay your head on my lap, it's more comfortable than the floor," I say and he does what I ask.

I bring my hand to the soft black hair. I would say that it's been five or six months since he's cut it, because this is almost shoulder length. I feel his muscles relax as I caress his hair.

Jake has taken great care of me and I want to do the same for him. I want him to feel protected the same way I do when I'm with him.

He breathes shallowly and so I know he's fallen asleep. I notice the purple circles under his eyes and I wish I could offer him a good night's sleep - although something tells me he's used to it by now - which is next to impossible, as there's no way to do that when a psychopath is hunting us.

My thoughts go back to what Jake said earlier. He sounded so sure when he said I was involved in the incident with Hannah and Amy. I don't want to believe it, but his words have some truth. Duskwood always felt familiar to me, the legends, Lake Blackwell, the roads… I somehow seemed to know it all. But to think that a part of my identity has been lost, that I've done something terrible and I can't remember it, is nerve-racking.

A few weeks ago Jake and I found out that Jennifer may have been buried alive and there are messages between Amy and Hannah talking about her being hit by a car. I don't see myself collaborating with that kind of thing.

Something like guilt appears in the corner of my soul. Can I really be involved in Jennifer's death?

I didn't even realize that I had started to shudder at the thought.

I can't tell if minutes or hours have passed, but I feel my body getting lighter and my eyes heavier.

Scarlet blood stains my hands as my vision blurs to everything around me. A pair of hands try to check my forehead, then I feel blood trickle down my face.

All I see is a blurry person. I can't see his face or anything that would help me pinpoint where I am or what happened. A desperate scream in the background catches my attention.

"Call 911! The damn phone is in the car!"

Someone screams. I don't know who it is, I don't recognize the voice but I can feel his despair and his voice alternating between crying and screaming for help.

I open my eyes. Then I see my hands touching someone else. It's just a blur, nothing more. I try to stop some kind of wound, I know I have to do something but I can't.

I get up quickly. My chest flutters and I look around. Trees. Bush. Jake. I'm still in the woods. I bring a hand to my forehead and realize I'm in a cold sweat. My throat is dry and I can barely breathe.

It was a nightmare. Only that.

It's still night, the darkness leaves no doubt of that. I crouch down in front of the lake and drink the water so quickly I almost choke. At least the suffocating feeling is almost gone.

I turn to look at Jake. His chest slowly rises and falls so I know he's asleep. I would like to talk to him, I always talk to someone when I have nightmares and it helps me to process, somehow, and convince myself that everything before was just a dream.

But I won't wake up. It must be the first time I've seen him sleeping in all the time we've been here. I fight the urge to close my eyes because the images from moments before come flooding back and they feel so real to me.

Unconsciously, I bring my fingertips up to touch the newest mark on my shoulder. Even shaking, I can feel perfectly.

JH.

(...)

Jake woke up looking a little more rested when the sky was clear. The little traces of sun on my face made me actually smile for the first time in ages.

I checked his wound, it had stopped bleeding considerably. Now we are both in front of the lake, washing our clothes because there is blood and dirt on both of us.

It's already our fifth day in this nightmare and we still haven't defined a plan or talked about what Jake said yesterday, I mean the 'fight back' because it's clear that the kidnapper is not going to let us get away.

I finish washing and getting the blood out of my shirt and place it under hanging on a branch, waiting for the wind and sun to do the rest.

I also wash Jake's sweatshirt, he bled a lot last night and I don't think he should make that much effort.

"Why seek revenge only ten years later?" I ask, watching the blood mix with the lake water.

"I don't know," Jake looks at me. "You..." he seems a little hesitant. "Hannah and Amy were kids at the time,"

I sigh, knowing there's no avoiding the subject.

"About that," I begin. "There's something I'd like to add,"

I take a big breath so my voice doesn't waver. Jake looks at me intently and waits for me to continue.

"The kidnapper didn't mark my door like he did the others. He sent me a little box, with the crow symbol and Jessy's picture on it,"

"And so you definitely knew Jessy was in danger," he points out and I nod.

"There were also pictures of me, some I think I was twelve years old and others maybe fifteen years old. What matters is that they are pictures of me. I didn't even know they existed and I don't know how he got it either. So yeah, your theory is valid,"

My eyes mist over at that realization, but I turn my focus back to washing his sweatshirt, averting my gaze from his. Something like shame ignites in my chest. I don't know how Jake acted when he found out what Hannah did, and I don't want him to look at me or act the same way.

"MC-"

"It's okay, Jake,"

"You don't have to pretend that everything is fine because I know it isn't. I didn't want you to find out about your past that way,"

"Anyway, I'd know one way or another. From you or Hannah,"

We were silent. I finish with his sweatshirt and do the same with my jeans - or what's left of them - leaving my panties and bra.

When I'm done with everything, I lie down enjoying some remnants of the sun. I had already refreshed myself in the lake earlier, which made me relax a little.

I close my eyes and feel Jake lie down next to me. He plays with my fingers, our arms touching lightly. The sudden lull almost relaxes me completely. The warmth of his body so close to mine and his fingers gently caressing mine makes me tune out for a moment. It's like nothing else exists and we're far away from here.

I wonder if he feels that way too. As if he can read minds, Jake softly kisses my hand and a smile inevitably breaks across my face.

"What's going to happen when we get out of here?" he asks.

I confess it wasn't something I thought about before, but lately I am. Before I worried about the whole situation, that obviously hasn't changed yet, but now something inside me tells me that things will change.

We won't stay here forever, at some point we will have to flee or face whoever is keeping us here. Thinking about it is scary.

"You mean, if we make it out of here alive, of course," I joke, knowing this is a very bad time for jokes, but that's my way of handling things. Well, I can thank Dan for that later. "I don't know yet. The first thing I'm going to do is find Jessy,"

"Do you think she's…" Jake softly murmurs.

"Please don't finish that," I cut him off, taking a long breath. It's hard to think about it, actually I don't want to think about that possibility.

"I know she's important to you, but it's clear the way he used her as bait to lure you,"

"Just like he used Amy to lure Hannah, I know," I take a deep breath.

"What are our next steps?" he asked this in an uncertain way, as if he were questioning himself.

"Who knew the mystery of a number would lead us here," I smile. "I wonder what else happened at the Pine Glade festival a decade ago. Like why did this motherfucker wait so long?"

Jake suddenly stops to play with my fingers and I open my eyes to peek at him. He has his gaze focused on the sky and his forehead is a little furrowed.

"What if the kidnapper waited for this date because it's important? As if he wanted to do anything to remind us of the date Jennifer died," Jake sits up and turns to me.

I try to follow his reasoning and sit up too.

"And that's why he's keeping us here," I conclude aloud. "So far he's been keeping us alive, just scaring and threatening us, but never delivering the coup de grace. Are you with me?"

"Yes, I am. He wants to end this on a date that is important to him. The date of the Pine Glade festival, the night Jennifer died,"

Panic settles in my chest and shock crosses my gaze, I remain looking at Jake kind of paralyzed.

"Jake… This festival is tomorrow!"

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jakeismylover · 11 months

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The Forest 16

I would believe any words Jake told me, whether it was that man didn't walk on the moon or that fairies and mystical beings exist. But I definitely couldn't believe it when he said I knew Amy and Hannah.

His words don't make sense in my head, and very disjointed. I would have laughed in the face of anyone who told me what he told me, but it was Jake who was there. The serious look of someone who wasn't joking and who didn't expect me to believe so quickly.

"Jake, this is…" I'm at a loss for words because there's nothing to say.

"It's a lot of information, I know,"

It is more than that. It's unreal. I would know if this really happened. But I know who I am. I'm MC, the girl who was born and raised in the big city, far, far away from Duskwood. The girl who loves animals, movies with machines taking over the world, does volunteer work and would never hurt a person. This is impossible.

"That's just impossible. I wasn't in that incident with Hannah and Amy. I mean, I'm not like that," I mutter, shaking my head.

Suddenly this forest felt so small and crowded, kind of claustrophobic, even though the environment is open.

"What kind of person does something horrible and forgets about it?!"

A bad feeling invades my chest and something stops me from looking at Jake. Or rather, I can't. I stand up and close my eyes, taking a deep breath. I hear the crunch of his boots behind me.

"It's involuntary," he says my head starts to hurt. "I thought about this possibility long before but I also thought it unlikely. You said that many things in Duskwood were familiar to you, but at the same time you said that you had never set foot in the city before,"

I want to tell Jake to stop but something inside of me stops me. A part I don't know why. Something practically begging him to keep talking, while the rest of me continues to deny it, finding it absurd.

His voice seems more and more distant, I feel like I'm trapped inside my own mind, unable to think beyond.

"But that was always a doubt that insisted on staying in my head. That's when I decided to check your home and hospital history,"

"You did what?!" now I turn to look at him a little out of control.

He couldn't have done that, it's not just reading a chat between friends, it's fucking information about my life!

"There were a lot of coincidences between you and Hannah! Your age, familiarity with Duskwood legend and other things. It wasn't something I could just ignore!"

"Like you said, Jake, these things are just coincidences!"

Our voices are altered. I'm having a hard time processing this and he knows it.

" I wouldn't kill anyone, I'm not colluding with any of that. I wasn't in that car, just like I wasn't with the two who buried her! I'm not like that!,"

My voice shakes a little but Jake still looks shocked by my insensitive and selfish words. But it's the damn truth. I would never do that to Jennifer. I would never do that to anyone

He tries to get closer and I step back, causing him to stop. He has a pitying look and I don't like that.

"It was an accident, you didn't-"

"Please stop," I ask in a thin voice. "I don't want to listen anymore, I can't,"

I know I'm being unfair to him, but it's not easy to just believe you killed - why does that sound a thousand times worse now? - a person and forgot about it.

I sit on the floor and hug my legs. Jake must have been mistaken. This is the most plausible explanation. I don't know Hannah and I didn't know Amy either and he has to deal with that.

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jakeismylover · 1 year

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The Forest 15

I force my feet to run to where I think the noise came from. It's hard to walk straight through a forest and I don't even know if I'm going in the right direction, a noise like that seems to come from all directions. But I don't care that I fell four or five times and that I scratched my face on various branches in my timeless hurry to get them out of the way.

I just wanted to get to Jake and make sure he was okay, even though my heart was about to jump out of my mouth knowing that it really was a gunshot.

The kidnapper couldn't have found him so quickly because we got rid of the trackers, but he always attacks us when we're apart. How the fuck does he know when we're far from each other? A few fucking cameras in the whole fucking forest?!

My feet give out again, but it's not from slipping, it's from the impact of someone else against my body. I land on my ass and drop the razor a few feet. A hand quickly lifts me and then the razor between some dry leaves.

"MC? What the hell?! I asked you to wait there!"

Jake has a desperation in his eyes and I feel a little relieved to see him there.

"You took too long! And that noise was a gunshot?!" He pulls me in the opposite direction I was going.

"Yeah, that piece of shit was there. We need to get back to the lake,"

"What?!" I ask, shocked but not missing a beat, even though Jake is way faster than me and is trying to keep up.

"Just do what I say, please," he asks in a pleading voice.

I don't insist anymore and we continue to run. Jake looked strange but I didn't have time to ask him anyway and it seemed best to wait until we were safe to ask any questions.

Thanks to the piece of cloth on my jeans, we were able to tell that we were on the right track in relation to the lake.

The walk took hours but I wasn't tired, I was too euphoric. We arrived when the sky was already dark blue. The moon shines brighter than ever and reflects off the peaceful waters. All around that forest is a dark void and almost impossible to see, but in the part of the lake, without many trees covering it, I can still see a glimpse of scenery that would be beautiful, if not terrifying.

I take a big breath and turn to Jake, my gaze demanding an explanation but first he takes off his sweatshirt and only then do I see what he was trying to hide. A freshly opened wound on her right arm with just a piece of cloth from his own shirt that barely stopped the bleeding as it continued to seep.

"Did you get shot?!" It's a bit obvious, but I can't believe he waited for us to get this far to check out the wound. "Jake, do you realize what you've done?"

I lightly take off my shirt and walk over to the lake, dousing it with water, just like he did when I was hurt.

"It was just a scratch," he tries to reassure me, but his face is in pain and he's already sitting on the ground leaning against a tree trunk.

"Scratch? Jake, by God, that's anything but a scratch!"

"The priority was to get you to a safe place,"

"You could have died, dammit!"

I didn't think straight when I said it. It just came out and I had to control the damn tears. The thought that he could have died because of me brings shivers and a tightness in my chest, I would never forgive myself if that happened.

Again, Jake is putting my needs above his own and allowing something like this is selfish of me. I care about him too much to ignore something like that.

His broken look takes me apart and I feel awful. I didn't want to say that, but it's the absolute truth. Jake could have died, an injury like that isn't something you ignore, especially for hours.

Thinking about it brings out a different side of me, I just couldn't bear to know he died, especially because of me.

Jake pulls me into his arms and I can't hold back the sobs anymore. I fall apart in his arms. The strain of several days in this hell and the thought that he might have died results in tears and more tears, until I can't bear to cry anymore. I'm sure my eyes are puffy and my nose is red but I don't care.

"I didn't die, okay? I would never leave you alone,"

The seriousness of his words hits me and comforts me somehow, perhaps in the firm way he holds my hands and looks at me. There are so many mixed feelings, anger and fear that he acted like this, but also a relief that he's here, I don't know how to deal with it.

"But it's not your responsibility to always protect me. I put us here, and if anyone has to pay for it, it's me!"

"You don't deserve it, neither of us do. Only the son of a bitch brought us here," he snarls.

"Just promise me you'll never do that again," I ask as seriously as I can.

"MC…"

"Jake, promise me!" I ask.

"I promise,"

I nod and take a deep breath. I'm reassured by that promise, although I've broken mine, I know Jake never would. So I hope.

I wash the cut and have to bite my tongue when I see it was much deeper than mine and will probably need stitches. I make sure the wound doesn't get infected, so I clean as much as I can. Then I focus on stanching the wound because there's still a lot of blood.

Jake hands me the razor and I cut my jeans, but first I make sure Jake continues to staunch the wound with his hand. When I'm sure I've tightened the strap around his arm tight enough I sigh and look up at him.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" I try to keep my tone calm, even if the euphoria is still there.

"I found where he is. A cabin. A goddamn abandoned cabin in the middle of a forest," Jake growls and I close my eyes.

"That means there are no neighbors or road nearby, meaning we are nowhere near out of this nightmare," I control the urge to cry in my throat. I can't fall apart again, even if it's next to impossible compared to the shit we're going through.

"I don't even know if we're in Duskwood," he confesses.

I kind of expected this. The kidnapper wouldn't make the same mistake he made with Amy and Hannah, he wouldn't be stupid enough.

"We need to fight back, MC. He won't wait for us to find a way out because there simply isn't one. He wants to drive us crazy, push us to the limit,"

"Yeah, I figured he wasn't done with us right away. And he had a lot of chances, he just didn't want to. As if he wanted to make us suffer before delivering checkmate," I point out.

"And I think there's a lot more to it than revenge for Jennifer or finding Hannah. This is all personal,"

"What do you mean by that?" I ask, not quite sure where he's going.

"We keep things from each other. I didn't tell you anything and neither did you. MC, we need to work together and trust each other like we always have,"

"I trust you, Jake,"

"I know, but I want you to keep trusting me even after I tell you certain things,"

"I will," I nod. "Jake, I was branded. When I was still at the hotel. Pictures of me were sent along with Jessy's threat," I say, somewhat feeling like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.

Jake nods and thinks some more.

"The first thing you should know is that I hacked into your cell phone," he admits.

"I'm not going to get mad because I know there must be a good reason for it,"

"Thanks," he murmurs. "The second thing is that none of this was a fluke. I mean, about Hannah sending her number,"

Anxiety runs through my body. Is he trying to say that he already knew why Hannah had sent my number? Anyway, I don't say anything and let him finish.

"There's no right way to say it," he scratches the back of his head. "You and Hannah already knew each other."

Is this some kind of joke?

"Jake, I've told you before. That's impossible," I say like it's the obvious. "I've never even seen Hannah in my life,"

"Trust me, MC. You knew Amy too,"

Okay, this is already going too far.

"Would you like to explain to me how?" It's inevitable that a more mocking tone appears in my voice, but it's not purposeful just instinct.

"Some time ago Hannah sent me an email asking for help,"

"Yes, you've said that before. You didn't see the message until days later, right?"

"Okay, but it wasn't just a message asking for help with her kidnapper, it was a personal request. Hannah asked me to find someone, she asked me to find you."

I open my mouth in shock.

Does that mean Jake sent Thomas my number?

"Why didn't you tell me this before?!"

"I didn't know Hannah's motives until a while ago. During our early conversations I told her a lot about myself. Eventually I ended up saying I was good with computers and," he sighs. "She simply asked me to meet you,"

I'm without words. I just can't believe what I'm hearing right now. He knew everything all the time.

"Jake, I…"

I open my mouth several times to try to speak but there's nothing to be said right now.

"I know it's a lot of information for you right now, but I need you to keep following me,"

I shake my head but I'm still in shock. My ideas are confused but I force myself to try to pay attention to his next words.

"Obviously I couldn't do anything without asking her first. I mean, I needed to know more about this. I needed to know why Hannah wanted that kind of information about you and all I had was your first and last name. So I called her right away. She seemed relieved to talk to me, just like in the email, she said you were the key and she needed me to find you,"

"She didn't tell you why?"

"No, she didn't even tell me what she planned because she was attacked before,"

I didn't even realize I was holding air.

"I didn't tell you before because…" he sighs, trying to find the right words.

"Because for you I was also a potential suspect," I finish what he doesn't have the courage to say.

"Yes, you were. But I'm sure it wasn't soon after I met you."

This is all so weird.

"Then why did you trust me?" my gaze is hard, but it's inevitable that a bit of hurt is evident in my voice.

"Because you trusted me too,"

It surprised me actually and he can see that I'm a little disconcerted by this.

"Have you ever heard of psychogenic amnesia? It's a way the brain manages to deal with things after a very big trauma. Many people forget a specific traumatic day, and memories of that day can be 'unlocked' if worked psychologically. Others people can't, even with an entire treatment. It's our body's natural defense,"

I try to follow his reasoning but I can't. I have no idea where he's going or what he expects me to think of this.

Jake takes both my hands.

"Your brain blocked your life from day one, which was quite traumatic for you. The day you were in the car that hit Jennifer Hanson,"

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The Forest 14

I look at the area in front of us. It's much cleaner than the previous areas, I would even venture to say it's a trail. Since our little "discussion" neither Jake nor I have said anything or tried to talk to the other.

We've been walking for hours, I'd say maybe five or maybe six in the afternoon. The weather started to cool down. I was practically dragging myself, my feet and back hurt like never before, but we weren't going to stop.

It was a tree with a marking that caught my attention. I recognized that sign well. The raven stamped the dark oak wood. I would never forget because it hasn't been that long since I was marked either. I immediately grab Jake's hand, bringing him to a stop.

"Are you also seeing the raven sign?" I ask, pointing in the direction of the tree. It takes Jake a while to find it, and when he does, he looks a little flustered.

"It's definitely a sign," he says with his eyes flashing with anger.

His face and body become more tense and he appears alert.

"What if he left it there for both of us to see?"I suggest.

Does that mean he knew we were going to pass exactly this way? It's not possible unless he's watching us from afar. That thought makes my stomach lurch and a huge shiver run down my body.

"Or it could be an appointment for himself. It's easy enough to get lost among the trees,"

He's thinking rationally and I try to do the same, we've always been a good team when thinking/working left-brained.

"Does that mean we're close to his base?" I ask, a twinge of hope rising in my chest. Jake seems puzzled by this.

"I'll check,"

"I'll come with you," I say.

"No,"

I smother an irritated sigh, why is he imposing this on me?!

"What happened to 'we won't be apart anymore'?"

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

"Let's not split up. You'll wait for me here and I'll scan the area quickly," he mutters and takes his switchblade from his pocket. He places the switchblade in my hands and looks deeply into my eyes.

"Use this. Don't hesitate to use it if something happens."

"I don't want to be alone," I ask, remembering the horror I went through when we parted. "Please Jake,"

Jake shuts me up with a kiss, just a quick peck of the lips but enough to calm my heart and I feel colder when his heat pulls away from mine. I close my eyes for a moment, wanting to immortalize this moment, but I feel cold again when his heat pulls away from mine.

"You are brave and I trust you, everything will be fine," I try to believe in those words, that I am brave and that I will be fine. "After all, it's only going to take a few minutes, right?"

"Please don't take too long,"

"I won't," I nod as he walks away, following the path we were on.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes, repeating like a mantra to myself that everything will be fine and that soon he will be back. return.

(…)

It's been a while and Jake still hasn't come back. I can't tell if it was minutes or hours, but it took like hell. I was startled by two rabbits and pointed the knife at them. Yes, I'm pathetic, it's obvious they got away. At some point I got too tired of standing and crouched down on the ground, trying to be as still as possible as dusk settled over the forest, which made me even more worried.

I've thought dozens of times if I should go to him but I'm afraid I'll make things worse, like the last time. On the other hand, something tells me I need to go to him.

The feeling that he is in danger hits me and I do what I think is right. I hold the switchblade steady and take uncertain steps down the path I think he took. After that tree marking there is no other and I'm starting to think I might be lost.

Jake could be right, I should have just waited for him to come back.

Damn! Now it's too far to turn back and I decide to follow the trail.

A loud noise echoes through the trees and a few birds fly across the sky. I freeze in place, the blood draining from my face as my hands start to shake. Was that a shot?

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I literally jumped for joy when I heard that one of the traps had caught an animal, but I felt bad when I saw a trapped squirrel. It's a matter of survival, but I couldn't even bear to see Jake opening the squirrel with the switchblade he got from the kidnapper.

I managed to keep the fire going with the scraps of kindling I had managed to scrape together earlier but if I wanted to roast before I ate I should go get more kindling, which I did while Jake finished off the squirrel. I must admit the taste is not one of the best and I had to eat with my eyes closed, but compared to what we have, that is, nothing, it's much better. And I'm not up for eating earthworms or earthworms.

"It's not really Chinese food but it's nice," I joke, as I take another bite. Jake chuckles.

"Well, I would definitely never take you out for squirrels,"

"If we were on a date would we go out to eat? I must say I'm a huge movie lover," I tease.

"Yeah, we could go to the movies later," he smiles so widely. "Except superhero movies, I can't stand it!," I laugh and he raises an eyebrow.

"Sorry, but you look like a guy who's really into comics and heroes!"

"Stereotype," he scoffs.

"But I didn't miss the truth, did I?"

"Nah," Jake tilts his head and smiles, defeated. "But we're still going out."

I'm sure a big smile plasters my face right now. At least that hasn't changed between us.

Before we left again, I took one more bath in the lake and so did Jake. We get as much water as possible and drink it. I hope to find some berries on the way.

The squirrel meat has protein to give us a little energy, but not enough to get us out of here. And I once heard that it's not the right kind, even in terms of survival.

Jake looks terrible, he's barely slept the last few nights and to be honest, neither have I. Since the appearance of the faceless man, I haven't been able to keep my eyes closed for very long without feeling like I'm being watched.

"I noticed something when he showed up," I don't need to say who this is, Jake probably already knows who I'm talking about. "Again, he attacked us when we were separated. The arrow with the note was when you walked away to get the berries. And yesterday when I walked away,"

"He wouldn't stand a chance against two. It's a lot easier to deal with one person than two," I remember that I couldn't even hit him when I was attacked. He's really strong.

"Yeah, maybe that was the point. We were also left separated at first."

"What else did you notice?" Jake asks pushing some branches out of the way so I can pass.

I think for a bit but shake my head.

"Nothing that helps us, but…" I remember something quickly. "Only if he had cameras all over the woods," I mock with a shake of my head.

This seems to trigger something in Jake. Then realization hits me too. He still has our cell phones but that's not the only means of tracking. Could be a bug or something.

Jake stops suddenly and takes off his sweatshirt, shaking it. Then he rummages in his pockets. That's why he always knows when we're apart! The bastard is tracking us somehow.

I dig in my pockets too and just as I'm about to take my shirt off, Jake calls out to me.

"Take off your boots,"

"What?" I'm confused but I do as he asks. Jake picks up both of my shoes and looks closely, as if he's looking for something. An angry look appears as he looks down at the soles.

There's the device so small, glued on with some kind of superglue because Jake can't even get it off.

"Of course he wouldn't leave us with free shoes in the woods," he snarls, pulling his switchblade out of his pocket and trying to pry the tiny black device free.

With a little effort he succeeds, repeating the procedure on his shoes.

"How do we know it was just that one?" I put on my combat boots and look at him a little lost.

"We'll find out soon enough," that gave me the creeps.

"So you expect one more encounter with the kidnapper?!" I scream in disbelief. Is he serious?!

"MC, let's face it. He won't wait until we find a way out to attack us again,"

"We might find a way out sooner," I try to look on the bright side.

"Yes, of course we will, but we cannot rely on that alone,"

"That's not so hopeful, Jake. Are you hiding something from me?" I ask with a little anger.

If he has something that can help, he should say so. Even if I struggle to face it.

"Yeah, dammit, there's something I'm not telling you. What about you? Told me everything MC?"

This is not good.

Is he accusing me of something?

Okay, I didn't tell him about the box with the pictures. But that doesn't mean I'm lying to him. We just didn't have a chance or a break to talk about it. He shakes his head, as if to say that my silence in the face of his question said it all.

"Come on, we still have a long way to go,"

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The Forest 12

By the third day I already felt much weaker than usual. Fruits are scarce and I call nothing more than that. When Jake asked me to gather pebbles and sticks for a fire and a trap I wondered what he planned to do but didn't ask and just did what he asked.

I didn't move away this time, I stayed a few meters away from him and I felt that he kept his eyes on me all the time, as if he was afraid that I would move away again.

"How did you learn to make traps?" I'm curious about this fact.

Although Jake has shown to have some experience in survival, I don't imagine he's the type that likes to stay in the woods or go camping.

"Will you believe me if I say I learned it when I was playing video games?" he asks with a half smile.

I smile, I should have known that was Jake's type.

"Can I ask when that was?"

"When I was a teenager, that was a long time ago."

And suddenly I realize that even I have no idea how old he is.

"Hopefully it works out," I sigh.

With the skies a little clearer, we decided to stay by the lake. I couldn't walk very far anyway, so Jake chose to stay here.

After finishing the six squirrel traps, Jake tries to make a fire. I've done it a few times, camping in the backyard with my dad when I was in high school. He was a nature lover, which makes a lot of sense since my grandfather was a farmer. Unlike Mom, Dad always liked to pretend the backyard was one big jungle.

But now the situation is very different.

I only know how to light a fire with a lighter and at worst with a firecracker. And, well, we don't have either of those right now.

"What are you thinking?" Jake notices that I've gone quiet all of a sudden.

"My dad, Isaiah, always said it was important to have a sense of survival. He taught me so many times how to light a fire and I never learned. I regret not listening to him, I bet he would be ashamed of me," I say it more as a joke to lighten the mood. "Duskwood is the kind of town he would choose to live in. Even with all this mess, it seems like a quiet town. He would love to see the lake,"

It's nice to be able to talk about it, I miss him so much. But I also noticed Jake get thoughtful about it. I'm sure he wants to tell me something, but he doesn't know how.

I decide to change the subject.

"That means we got the wrong guy," I conclude, now thinking more clearly.

"Not exactly. We had already thought about the possibility of two kidnappers," he recalls.

"I don't know. Something doesn't add up to all of this. I just don't know what it is," I mutter. "Do you need help?"

I ask because it's his third failed attempt and I want to help in some way. It doesn't seem fair for him to do everything himself.

"Feel free to try," he says and I step closer.

There are pebbles that we managed to gather by circling the dry bush. I take one of the sticks and start rubbing it over the bark. It's not an easy method and my hands start to hurt quickly but we have very limited resources here.

And it's not like we have any other options.

I fail five times and break three sticks, until I get a small flame. So I blow, praying that the fire will spread through the dry brush. It looks like the odds are on our side because the fire is gradually building and I can't contain a squeal of happiness.

"I bet your dad is very proud," Jake says so gently that I smile. "This fire will be very useful to us tonight," he says looking at the black sky at our mercy. It's not a cold night, but it's not cozy either.

"Jake, we've never talked about Hannah before. It's a little weird that you don't talk about her," I'm honest. "You avoided the subject when she was found."

"It wasn't on purpose," Jake defends himself. "And that's why you decided to come to Duskwood? Looking for answers?"

He seems a little defensive, maybe even resentful of my earlier question.

"Finding out what's wrong with Jessy is my priority. The rest will follow as an inevitable consequence." I mutter. "Of course I'm curious to see what I play in this mess, but I wouldn't risk coming to Duskwood anytime soon. I would hope for Hannah's full recovery, she must be so mentally fragile, with the whole thing about Jennifer being hit by a car and the kidnapper."

The conversation is taking a totally different turn than I expected. I don't want to bring this up again, I saw how it affected Jake a lot when we found out about Jennifer.

But I also wonder how Hannah will react when she finds out about Amy. She definitely must have people to back her up. I sigh and lie down on the ground, turning towards the fire.

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