Chapter Five
The birds chirp outside my window as my phone buzzes. I turn over, grabbing my phone. “7:51”. Who the hell is up at 8 am for no reason? I push myself to a sitting position as I answer the phone
“Hello,” I can hear the sleepiness in my voice.
Jacob laughs, “Hello, sleepyhead, did you kill Malaki last night?”
“What?” Suddenly, the day before, all races to my head, is he dead? “Oh.. I uh- He jumped off the building, so I’m pretty sure he did it for me.”
For a few seconds, he's silent on the phone. “Wow. I wish my victims would make my life easier like yours”
“Jacob?” Do I tell him? I mean… If anyone would understand it would be him. Why do I feel so guilty? I didn't even kill him; he killed himself. My breath hitches at the thought of him.
“Yeah, Red?”
“Nevermind. I got to go.” I hang up the phone before he can say goodbye. For a moment, I just stare at my phone before throwing it across the room and pulling my knees to my chest. The thoughts are back. God, I hate this job. My nails dig into my skin, and sobs emerge from my chest, tears streaming down my face.
I hate this job so much, I cant belive ive killed so many people. Some innocent, what is wrong wtih me? I know what happens if i quit, if I do as I'm told. At this point, death might be worth it. Itll put me out of my misery.
Without thinking, I stand up and walk to my bathroom. My breathing is irregular, my chest phsyically hurting. I take a deep breath and close my eyes as I shut and lock the door behind me. My hands are shaking as I lift them up to open the medicine cabinet and take a bottle of my anxiety meds.
The cap falls into the sink as I put two in my mouth, dry swallowing. A few minutes go by, my chest is still hurting, and my hands are shaking. Two isnt enough, I want to take the whole bottle. No. I have Jacob. I cant die when I have such an amazing best friend. I close the pill bottle and put it back in its place in the cabinet, closing it to stare at my face, blotchy and red in the mirror. My chest and feel feel very heavy as I walk back to my bed, lying down and curling up. Soon, fading back into a fast sleep.
I wake up toloud knocking on my front door. What the fuck? Who's here at- I look at the clock next to my bed. Oh its only 7. I push myself off the bed and walk sleepily to the door, opening it.
“Red!” Jacob walks in, holding two bottles of wine in one hand and a bottle of vodka in the other. “You seemed upset eailer so I thought I'd c- Did i just wake up you? Red its almost 8.”
“Huh?” It takes a few minutes before I process what he's saying, so I grab the bottle of vodka and throw the top off as I take a swig. “Shut up,” my words come out as a mumble as I walk to my couch, plopping down.
Jacob walks to the kitchen, grabbing two wine glasses from the upper cabinet. “You can never get enough sleep, can you?” He laughs to himself.
I roll my eyes in response as he walks over to me, pouring my favorite red wine into a glass and handing it to me.
“So, what was up earlier?” He sits next to me.
“Nothing, I was just..” I think for a second, should I tell him? “I had some regrets.”
“About?” Jacob shifts his body towards me.
“Malaki, and.” I resist “the others.”
“Red” Jaboc takes a sip from his glass before putting it down. “I get that sometimes it's hard, I mean, our job is to kill people. It's not going to be easy. You have to think, though, someone wanted him dead, someone was willing to pay a lot of money to have him dead. You have to belive its for more than selfish reaons. Chances are, all of these people deserve to die. You know what happens if they dont.” He looks at me with thoughtful eyes.
“You're right, plus I didn't even kill him.” I take a gulp of wine. “He killed himself.” I laughed at the thought. Jacob made me feel better.
Jacob picked up his wine glass, holding it out. I pushed mine against his, making a ding sound.
“Let's get wasted,” he smiled before drinking his whole cup in one big gulp. I stare at him in astonishment, a look that makes him fall back on the cough laughing. After a minute, I laugh with him. A few drinks in, were chilling on the roof, I pushed up against his side, his arm holding me to him.
“I just love him so much,” Jacob said, his words slurring a little bit.
I laugh, “I know, trust me, I know.” I look down.
After a second that feels like an eternity of silence, he lifts my head up to look into his eyes. “What's wrong, Red?”
I turn my head to realise his hand and shake my head softly. “Just.”
He waits for me to finish, but when he realizes he won't, he speaks instead.
“Just what?” he pulls me closer to him. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”
I sigh and nod, “Yeah. It's just, I see how happy you are with Liam, and I dont think I'll ever find like yours.” I lean my head on his shoulder. My chest hurts again.
“Red, you're an amazing girl, youll find love like mine, maybe even better. I promise.”
‘Its not just that, every day I wake up
softstalker
Chapter Five The birds chirp outside my window as my phone buzzes. I turn over, grabbing my phone. “7:51”. Who the hell is up at 8 am for no reason? I push myself to a sitting position as I answer the phone “Hello,” I can hear the sleepiness in my voice. Jacob laughs, “Hello, sleepyhead, did you kill Malaki last night?” “What?” Suddenly, the day before, all races to my head, is he dead? “Oh.. I uh- He jumped off the building, so I’m pretty sure he did it for me.” For a few seconds, he's silent on the phone. “Wow. I wish my victims would make my life easier like yours” “Jacob?” Do I tell him? I mean… If anyone would understand it would be him. Why do I feel so guilty? I didn't even kill him; he killed himself. My breath hitches at the thought of him. “Yeah, Red?” “Nevermind. I got to go.” I hang up the phone before he can say goodbye. For a moment, I just stare at my phone before throwing it across the room and pulling my knees to my chest. The thoughts are back. God, I hate this job. My nails dig into my skin, and sobs emerge from my chest, tears streaming down my face. I hate this job so much, I cant belive ive killed so many people. Some innocent, what is wrong wtih me? I know what happens if i quit, if I do as I'm told. At this point, death might be worth it. Itll put me out of my misery. Without thinking, I stand up and walk to my bathroom. My breathing is irregular, my chest phsyically hurting. I take a deep breath and close my eyes as I shut and lock the door behind me. My hands are shaking as I lift them up to open the medicine cabinet and take a bottle of my anxiety meds. The cap falls into the sink as I put two in my mouth, dry swallowing. A few minutes go by, my chest is still hurting, and my hands are shaking. Two isnt enough, I want to take the whole bottle. No. I have Jacob. I cant die when I have such an amazing best friend. I close the pill bottle and put it back in its place in the cabinet, closing it to stare at my face, blotchy and red in the mirror. My chest and feel feel very heavy as I walk back to my bed, lying down and curling up. Soon, fading back into a fast sleep. I wake up toloud knocking on my front door. What the fuck? Who's here at- I look at the clock next to my bed. Oh its only 7. I push myself off the bed and walk sleepily to the door, opening it. “Red!” Jacob walks in, holding two bottles of wine in one hand and a bottle of vodka in the other. “You seemed upset eailer so I thought I'd c- Did i just wake up you? Red its almost 8.” “Huh?” It takes a few minutes before I process what he's saying, so I grab the bottle of vodka and throw the top off as I take a swig. “Shut up,” my words come out as a mumble as I walk to my couch, plopping down. Jacob walks to the kitchen, grabbing two wine glasses from the upper cabinet. “You can never get enough sleep, can you?” He laughs to himself. I roll my eyes in response as he walks over to me, pouring my favorite red wine into a glass and handing it to me. “So, what was up earlier?” He sits next to me. “Nothing, I was just..” I think for a second, should I tell him? “I had some regrets.” “About?” Jacob shifts his body towards me. “Malaki, and.” I resist “the others.” “Red” Jaboc takes a sip from his glass before putting it down. “I get that sometimes it's hard, I mean, our job is to kill people. It's not going to be easy. You have to think, though, someone wanted him dead, someone was willing to pay a lot of money to have him dead. You have to belive its for more than selfish reaons. Chances are, all of these people deserve to die. You know what happens if they dont.” He looks at me with thoughtful eyes. “You're right, plus I didn't even kill him.” I take a gulp of wine. “He killed himself.” I laughed at the thought. Jacob made me feel better. Jacob picked up his wine glass, holding it out. I pushed mine against his, making a ding sound. “Let's get wasted,” he smiled before drinking his whole cup in one big gulp. I stare at him in astonishment, a look that makes him fall back on the cough laughing. After a minute, I laugh with him. A few drinks in, were chilling on the roof, I pushed up against his side, his arm holding me to him. “I just love him so much,” Jacob said, his words slurring a little bit. I laugh, “I know, trust me, I know.” I look down. After a second that feels like an eternity of silence, he lifts my head up to look into his eyes. “What's wrong, Red?” I turn my head to realise his hand and shake my head softly. “Just.” He waits for me to finish, but when he realizes he won't, he speaks instead. “Just what?” he pulls me closer to him. “You know you can tell me anything, right?” I sigh and nod, “Yeah. It's just, I see how happy you are with Liam, and I dont think I'll ever find like yours.” I lean my head on his shoulder. My chest hurts again. “Red, you're an amazing girl, youll find love like mine, maybe even better. I promise.” ‘Its not just that, every day I wake up