Okay, so this is how Jake and Beatrice really became close...there will probably be another flashback in the next chapter...༎ຶ‿༎ຶ I think he should love her...I really do, I mean, they'd been together since almost forever...Jake is cruel, I'd hate him if I were her.
“I simply cannot love you.” “Why…?” “I don’t know.” “I want to know why, Jake…there must be a reason, there must be something. I love you, so why can’t you love me back?” “It’s because…” Jake looked off towards the woods instead of staring into those desperate blue eyes of hers. She was standing
It was sickening; the fact that he hated his own brother even after his death was sickening…but what was more sickening, was the fact that when he realized that she looked like her father too…she became that reflection that looked back at him in the mirror. He’d beat her to a point where it would t
Warning: This chapter contains scenes that might be sensitive to some readers; such as physical and sexual abuse as well as gore...You have been warned.~CONTINUATION OF FLASBACK~ He smiled, a sick smile that had Beatrice trembling beneath his hold. He’d never done this before, he’d never…he…h~ “S
The sound of claws ripping through someone’s fingertip was heard; Jake’s claws, long and sharp. She barely even got to see them, as soon as they were out, he rammed his hand forward, penetrating her uncle’s stomach. Julius gasped; the sound full of pain and surprise as he fell to his buckling knees
“I’m sorry, uncle Julius…I’m scared…I have to do this…I have to…” She paused for a moment, shaking her head. “No, this isn’t something I have to do, this is something you deserve.” Her trembling hands drove the knife down, hammering it into his chest, right where his heart was. He didn’t whimper or
Delilah ran with no care for direction, she ran, and she did not look back. She was finally free; free from the man who had kidnapped, abused and killed her child…she was free, so why…why did there seem to be a hole in her heart? She stopped in tracks, twisting to look at where she was running from
It’s been three days; three days of what Delilah claimed was her freedom. Her injured foot completely healed a day ago, and now she could move around freely, but she was hungry. Throughout her journey, she’d only managed to catch herself one squirrel, and it took her three f*cking lives to do it…sh
It felt warm…he held in a way Jeovanni had never held her before, kissed her with a desperation that she did not know. It was…she just… F*ck…what was happening to her? What was she even thinking? Getting up from her sitting position, she ran off, choosing to continue her journey instead of hunting