jake.

Laying in a field of her favorite flowers on somebodies property with their song playing in the background. It felt like a dream and she planned all of this just for a simple date to spend time together.  Jake’s head was resting on Allison’s lap as she just played with the knife he normally carried around. She knew it was sharp from all the times she’s seen him use it- which is more often than one could think. She looked down and noticed him smiling up at her as if he was proud or something. She stared at him for what felt like a couple minutes, but in reality was probably only a few seconds. “I want to know what it’s like to kill someone.” She declared honestly, but wanting to see his reaction. He sat up faster than he should have and instantly took the knife from her, a tsking noise leaving his lips. 

His fingers felt like hot blades as they ran up her arm and she had that weird wonder again. What would it feel like if she were to murder someone? What would it feel like if she murdered Jake? Would it be satisfying or disappointing? I shouldn’t be thinking about this.  “The difference between now and then is that back then, we were fucking and it was amazing. Right now? I do not feel good. My wrists are red and this isn’t fair to me. It’s hurting me.” Allison complained, but for some reason it was in a normal talking tone. Usually if she was going to complain about being in pain it would be loud in hopes of someone else to hear. Oh how amusing it was to be in public and for Jake to just drag her somewhere out of anger or something and she make a big deal out of it just for someone to come to her rescue; watching him lie his way out of it was absolutely amusing- though it did usually make him more upset with her. The best part was that 8/10 times, it was men around their age or maybe older standing up for her. The jealousy he would feel just made it all so much more comical. 

Once again, it was her fault. It was her fault she was handcuffed to the bed because she wouldn’t leave with him. It’s her fault he’s even going crazy because she left. It’s all a big bat of her fault and it pissed her off. Constantly hearing about how everything done to her is an effect from a cause she created really was starting to get to her. It made her both livid and sad at the same time; those thoughts and words made her want to just do what he wants to avoid all of this effect- but she also knows that’s exactly what he wants. It always goes right back to the sick and twisted game he forced her to play. The game that whenever she thinks she won, he would flip the table and it would bite her in the ass. “I left because nothing is real with you.” She finally shouted. “You’re constantly telling me how this is all my fault and I bring on everything- but did you ever stop to think that you caused all of this plainly. You’ve treated me like crap ever since you met me. You put me in horrible dangerous situations and then ‘saved’ me from them so you would look like this hero when in reality I wouldn’t have been in those if it wasn’t for you in the first place.” Allison angerly just kicked down on the bed hard as she fought against the handcuffs for a second. 

“And you’re talking about this roller coaster and this crash and all of that- but did you ever think that maybe I was jumping out of the roller coaster because killing myself sounded more satisfying than feeling the pain of the crash. I made everything easy on us. I gave you the best week of your life and then left without warning. You should be happy that we don’t have to go through that and you should thank me for jumping out while I could.”  She choked on her words a couple times, her words coming out  faster than she could even think. That’s not why she left… She didn’t want to make things easy she wanted to make them harder for him. She wanted him to want her and crave her but her also have the satisfaction of him never knowing where she went. Of course the last part of that plan was ruined.  “Do you remember when we were sitting in the field a couple days before I left and I said I wanted to know what it felt like to kill someone? It was you. I wanted to know what it would feel like to kill you.”

Keep calm. Don’t do something you will regret. Because you know you wouldn’t be able to actually live with yourself if you killed her. Jake had almost blocked out her words with the thoughts in his head, yet he was still taking in what she said. He hated that she was acting this way. As if she should just keep her thoughts to herself in order to keep him happy, when any normal person would know that wasn’t fair. “That’s a goddamn lie, Allison. I gave you everything you fucking wanted. Do you know how fucking hard it was for me to even let myself get this close to you in the first place? You were supposed to be a fun little game for the night but you turned into more. I knew I should’ve had my fun and then forget about you, but for some goddamn reason I hadn’t had enough of you, and I still haven’t. You keep me on my toes and I never know what is going to happen next.” Jake realized how much he was saying and took a second to catch his breath. He shouldn’t be this open with her. Not now. Not when she had already seen enough of this side to know that when he got like this, it meant that he was losing control. She was getting to him and he was unable to stop himself from feeling defeated.

Jake needed something. Cocaine, alcohol, or even just a hit from the blunt that had been laying on the dresser next to him. Anything to get his mind off of the whole situation. He would be the first to admit that this night wasn’t going how he had wanted it to, and there was a part of him that knew that it was best to just let her go and forget about it all. But he was just too damn stubborn to let her get away that easy. Or at least he thought so. Jake just watched her in silence before she began speaking once more. There was no fight left in him. He was broken and it almost felt like the lowest he had ever felt. At least since he heard the news that his sister wasn’t going to make it. For some reason this had cut deeper though. He had never felt so emotionally drained and it was almost to the point he wanted to laugh just because of how stupid it all was. It was like a sad love story. The boy loves a girl that doesn’t return those feelings and gets butt hurt over it all. Boo hoo. Jake never thought that he would be that guy. That guy he would usually just roll his eyes at or laugh at. But here he was. Allison had him hooked on her and he just couldn’t get away.

I wanted to know what it would feel like to kill you. The words left her mouth so easily that it had caused a small scoff to slip from his mouth. She meant it. There was no doubt about that. Jake felt like he had been more surprised, but as much as he gave her what she wanted, he also knew how much stuff he had put her through since they met. Too many times to remember, Jake had used her as bait to get something or distract someone for awhile so that he could steal a bit of money or drugs. She had been his punching bag as well as his princess, but sometimes it would be weeks before he would ever treat her like a princess. Bruise and broken one day, Jake would come home with a present or make her a meal and act like the gentleman that he sometimes could be. Fuck, it was more of a surprise that she hadn’t killed him yet honestly.

After what felt like hours, Jake finally moved over to her and let his eyes linger on her momentarily before closing the distance between them. His lips lingered millimeters from hers as his hand found her waist. “Do you still want to know what it’s like to kill me?” Jake asked, but before she could answer he had closed the small gap between their lips and pressed a lingering kiss to her lips. During that brief period, he had found the key for the handcuffs on the bed side table. His lips left hers only so that he could quickly unlock the cuffs so that her hands were free. “Kill me then.” Jake pulled the silver knife from his back pocket and held it out towards her. Emotionless still. Not wanting to give away what he was felt, and at that point he wasn’t sure he cared what happened next. If she killed him, then it was over, but what would happen if she didn’t kill him? 

The biggest question though, was what was Jake’s real motive? Don’t forget, it is always a game in that sick and twisted head of his. “Go on, sweetheart. Or did you want to kill me with that gold knife? You know, the one you thought I didn’t know that you took from me.” Jake finally let an emotion show. A smirk. The devils smirk. The smirk that had changed the mood completely as he spoke. That poor, weak Jake had been hidden by that neurotic devil that lived inside of him. “You’d finally win this game. But what happens next? What happens if you kill me? Who will be there to give you that rush. No one makes you feel the way that I do. Admit it. You’ve missed this, Allison.”

Waking up in unusual places with an absolute headache was something Allison use to be use to. A year or two ago she was completely lost in the party scene and ended up in some pretty awkward situations because of it. She looked around the room in confusion, attempting to sit up. Hearing the metal of the handcuffs clink against the bed frame made her quickly look up at them and pull on them hard. She groaned loudly, instantly realizing what had happened and she just violently shook her body in anger, hitting her legs against the bed as if that would do something. She felt her eyes instantly fill with tears and she had to take a deep breath from keeping them from running down her cheeks. It’s quite strange how their handcuffs could be used in such an awful way when they were bought purely for pleasure. He promised her they would only ever be for pleasure… but then again neither of them were ever any good at keeping their promises. Allison promised him she would never leave him and then not even a week later she had all her stuff packed and was driving down to Florida while he was stuck at work. All she was doing was playing his game when she promised that though, but in a small way, a tiny part of her wanted to keep the promise. She wanted Jake in every way possible- dead included. 

She sat there, basically staring at the ceiling for maybe a half an hour- possibly longer. Her eyes were no longer red and she no longer felt like she was going to cry her brains out. You know someone so well- you’d think you’d stop falling for all their tricks, but with Jake it was like he was constantly a changing book. Sometimes he was completely viscous but sometimes he also just wanted to cuddle and watch her watch cartoons and Disney movies for hours on end. She heard a knock on the door and just huffed as a response as she turned her head to look out the window. At least he was kind enough to give her a some type of light source for when she woke up. When he stated his crazy thoughts on her not actually wanting to leave him- she opened her mouth to say something- but then quickly shut it. All she was going to do by telling him the truth is anger him and she was already in an extremely vulnerable position at this point.

Allison’s eyes glanced at the plate a food he had in his hand and just frowned as he tried to shove a fork of it into her mouth. On any other occasion, Allison would’ve scarfed down that plate of food faster than he could even come up with a condescending and cocky comment about it, but in the situation she is in now- food was the complete last thing on her mind. “If you don’t want me in pain how about you undo the cuffs?” She asked, her jaw clenching as she turned her head further, denying the food. “Being with you makes getting skinned alive sound like pleasure; you’re so awful.  Handcuffs, really?” She turned her head to look at him and she narrowed her blue eyes. “ No- not only are they handcuffs, they’re the handcuffs you promised me  that you would never use them against me like this. How can you take something so pleasurable and make it so vile? You’re disgusting.” She quickly shut her mouth tightly afterwards just in case he tried to force the food in her mouth. 

There was little to no emotion on Jake’s face at that moment. If he was to let his emotions show though, he wasn’t sure what would come out. Allison confused him emotionally more than anyone he had ever met. It was almost like she made him feel like he did years ago. Before his sister died. When he had a heart and he cared for people. When he was able to treat people like they were a living, breathing human instead of a piece of trash that he purposefully steps on just to hear it crunch beneath his feet. That wasn’t what he wanted though. He was a monster and at that moment in time, he didn’t want to change. “Sometimes you give me no choice but to cause you a little pain though. Like with the handcuffs. What happens if I take those off? You might try to get away again. Then I might have to cause you even more pain, Allison. It’s best that we keep them on until I know you aren’t going to try anything.” His eyes moved from hers and looked at the handcuffs that he had placed around her wrists a few hours ago. The red around her wrists had caused a small smirk to pull on his lips.

Jake listened to her speak of the real reason as to why he owned those handcuffs. It was a nice thought and only caused Jake to smirk even more. “Disgusting? How rude Allison.” Jake put his hand on the handcuffs, letting his fingers graze them before running gently over her arm. “Is this not pleasurable for you, sweetheart?” Jake watched her carefully, placing the plate down on the bed so that he had two free hands again. “Doesn’t this remind you of when we were together though? It’s a very pleasurable memory. From what I can remember, you always seemed to enjoy yourself when I pulled out the handcuffs.” His eyes stared into hers as his smirk lingered on his lips. “This shouldn’t be any different.” Jake shrugged, standing from the bed and striping off his shirt. Scars were spaced over his body that showed of different events in the past that had led up to now. Whether they be self-induced or a fight with someone on the street, they all had a story that would only be a glimpse into his life.

“You know, I still don’t understand what made you leave though. You act like I am supposed to know, but I don’t, Allison. I don’t know why you left me without a word. I gave you everything. I know we fought sometimes, but it was fun. Our relationship was the kind of fucked up that I thought you enjoyed. It was a Harley and the Joker love story that people dream about. It was a rollercoaster that had gotten off track and about to crash and burn. But we weren’t there yet. We were still on the adrenaline kick before the crash. Until you left me.” Jake paced at the end of the bed, almost as if he was having an argument internally with himself as he spoke outlaid. His words were just spilling out at that point and he knew that it wasn’t making too much sense, but he was so lost in thought that he didn’t even notice. As he stopped, he looked up at her and just shook his head. “You fucked everything we had up Allison. This is your fault I am acting this way.” He raised his voice as he spoke the last sentence that left his mouth. He gripped the end of the bed frame in his hands as a way to control his anger that was coming over him again. “I was finally able to keep these thoughts out of my head before I met you. Now all I can think about is-- But you left! And I was left with no one, Allison.” Jake knew that she knew about the thoughts he had. Some of the demented things involved her and he had shared his thoughts with her before. Like he told her, she knew him better than anyone. So he was sure that she knew that he was trying to manipulate her, but maybe Jake was doing it so well that he almost believed that nothing he did was horrible. It was a thin line between make believe and reality in Jake’s head, and it was getting blurry.

“So, sweetheart, what is your reason for leaving me. You know, after I gave you the world.”

The moment Allison saw him glaring at her, she regretted what she had said. It was just those cold dark eyes… she couldn’t stand them. They held either so much emotion- or none at all. It just so happens to be that this time all that emotion is pure and utter hate and he looked at her as if he wanted to, quite literally, grab her and break her in half. “I’m sorry Jake.” She mumbled, staring up at him wide eyed as she saw him reach for the blade in his back pocket. All she could think about was her many failed attempts at stealing that from him. She would hide it when she noticed his pants on her floor or she would just plain as day take it out of his back pocket and try to put it in her purse. Most of the times he noticed, but there was once at the very beginning of their relationship, she successfully stole a gold one of his and actually still has it. She wonders if he ever even realized it was her. 

She felt blood start to dribble down her cheek and her hand instantly went to it as she held the cut. Her eyes were a little red and she just wanted to curl into him and cry- which is offsetting. She felt a tear on her cheek but quickly wiped it away as she watched Jake open the door and expect her to walk out there like she is just perfectly fine and leave with him. “I can’t just walk out there when my face is bleeding you incompetent prick.” Allison whispered with so much anger but at the same time she was practically shaking with fear. She looked around the closet for a second, mostly just so she didn’t have to stare up at the monster in front of her. She saw the paper towels they usually stock the bathroom with so she walked to them and ripped off a piece just to wipe the blood off her face while simultaneously wasting time in hopes Jake would get bored and just leave.  “Why can’t you just leave me alone, Jake. All were doing is going in circles but in different settings. I can’t do this anymore.” She frowned as another tear left her cheek and she just used her arm to wipe it away. 

The worst part about everything though, is Allison didn’t want him to leave her alone. No matter how tired she was, she would always find energy to fight him. She wont be done with him until one of them is completely pushed over the edge. But the thing about Allison is- is that she is completely okay with being the one to break. Either way, no matter what, she would win. He breaks, she wins the game, but if she breaks, he loses the only one who actually knows him and can entertain him the way she does. The evidence in itself is that he traveled across the country just to follow her. He would be so hurt and bored- that she won by default. “I’m not going anywhere with you now that you cut me. For all I know you’re going to try and kill me like the last time.” She frowned, biting her lip. She learned the hard way to never tell him to just kill her. Turns out he’s actually crazy enough to genuinely consider it.

“You can’t try and get in my head saying that I changed you and all that, then you just threaten to hurt my family.” Allison frowned, furrowing her eyebrows. “It’s completely contradicting, though I do admire you for your lack of heart and ability to use someones loved ones against them.” She commented, giving him a sarcastic smile. “It’s a complete turn on.” In all honesty, the closer Jake moved towards her or pulled her to him, made her more and more uncomfortable and her confidence is slowly slipping. The feeling of his hand on her waist alone made her feel like she was six feet underwater with ten pound weights tied to her  wrists.  She often wondered if she was ever able to make him feel like that. She wanted to know if this was all really just a game to him- or if she did make him feel like he was on top of the world. 

Inviting… it’s the way she would describe Jake to anyone. She would swear that he spends hours and hours of his life just watching people and reading them and when he finds something he wants from you, he makes himself seem so god damn inviting that you actually ignore all the messed up shit in the process. He knows how you work and if he doesn’t, you can bet your ass he will after spending an hour just talking about what type of cake you like and whether or not you’re a show or movie person. Allison has seen him do it many times from the countless moments they’ve had together. It was strange how she would watch him study people and he would just give that stupid smile to her and pull her close to him. It drove her absolutely insane because that right there is exactly what made her not want to tell people how Jake really is. His touch would send shivers up her spine and goosebumps down her arms. She lost her ability to form words or even understand what he was saying to her as he grabbed her waist and pulled her chest against his. The feeling of his arm around her waist gave her butterflies while the feeling of his nails in her back made her terrified. She knew he was manipulating her and she knew how, but all she could do is just stand there and take it. 

“You know being this close to you is actually sickening at this point?” She asked, not even addressing what he had said to her because in all honesty, she was too busy focusing on the heat drifting from his body to hers to even notice that  he was talking in the first place. “I don’t know how I ever was able to just hide behind you all the time.” Oh yes she did. He protected her from everything and in return, all she had to protect herself from was him. “Do you think your sister would be proud to see this is how you treat the only person who has an ounce of fucks to give about you?” Hit him where it hurts and hope for the best. It’s the only thing she ever could do and typically was her last line of defense. 

The goosebumps on her arms had given Jake a sense of accomplishment. She was reacting to his touch and it only encouraged him to run his fingertips along the dip in her back once again. At this point, all Jake wanted was to get her to let him back in. Once he could manage that, he wasn’t sure what kind of mayhem he would cause. It always seemed to be the same record stuck on repeat. Jake could be charming one moment until he knew that he could get what he wanted. He was bored. Allison was right, but she knew how to keep him entertained. Night after night they had spent on an endless kick of adrenaline. Sometimes it would be with the help of alcohol, other nights Jake would find his way into the bathroom to do a couple of lines off of the porcelain of the white sink that sat against the wall. Whatever it may be, Jake had always had a way of getting what he wanted at the end of the night, even if Allison hadn’t had been one hundred percent comfortable with whatever sick and twisted idea had crossed his mind that night.

At this point though, it was all about manipulating and getting her to agree to whatever he said. It had been months away from Allison but he was still sure that he could get her to cave. If not, there was always a more... forceful way to get her to agree to whatever he said. Like he said, maybe that would be the more fun option. “I’m glad I’m not the only one getting turned on by this,” he responded, completely ignoring the sarcastic tone in her voice. The way she looked at him had a weird mix of confidence that was slowly slipping away and revealing the fear and dread that lied behind her eyes. “That’s it. Show me just how scared you are, sweetheart. I’ve missed that look as well.” Jake could feel the control of his words and thoughts slowly slipping. The alcohol hitting his system at a steady rate and his mind was becoming cloudy still minutes after swallowing the shots of whisky.

That was when everything within him changed. The idea of charming her had left his mind completely after the mention of his sister. His dead sister that she knew would affect him more than anything. It was a fucking kick in the stomach when the words left the girl’s mouth, causing a reaction from him almost immediately. Jake’s eyes darkened and he could feel his blood boil beneath the layers of skin. He narrowed his eyes at the blonde and his lips showed a devil’s smirk. If looks could kill, he was sure that Allison would have been dead in an instinct. “Poor, poor girl. You should know better.” Jake pulled his knife from his back pocket, letting it flick forward and the blade revealed itself. “But this is going to be so much fun. I’ve missed this. You know, when you fuck up and I have to remind you what happens when you make me angry.” Jake let out a maniacal chuckle as the blade ran along her cheek. The same spot where only months earlier he had left a mark with that same knife. “I suggest you follow me, Allison. Tell your boss you have a little family emergency.” Jake pulled the knife away from her cheek and move it in front of his neck, as if he was slicing a horizontal line across his skin. “Wouldn’t want to have to make a mess here. Too many people and you know I don’t like crowds.” Jake placed the knife back into his pocket before turning to push the door to the storage room open, holding it open for her. “Please. No funny business. So, after you, sweetheart.” Jake watched her carefully, not wanting her to try anything as he waited for her to exit the room and hopefully go find her boss so that they could make a seemingly normal exit from the bar.

MOODBOARD 2/? - JAKE CALHOUN

“Um probably like a 3 right now. Maybe a four.” Riley admitted. She had been wanting some alone time when some guy had just come up and sat down next to her. “Nothing against you I just don’t trust many strangers these days.” Riley rolled her eyes at the next question. “So then why not ask those girls over there, that have been eyeing you off?

Fingers tapped against the wood of the bar, eyes lingering on her as she began to respond. “You should always trust someone until they give you a reason not too. Even if there is a spooky, scary killer on the loose.” Jake let a small sarcastic scoff slip through the crack between his lips. “And what does that have to do with anything?” He asked, eyes wandering from her and over to the pair of blondes a couple meters away. His eyes scanned over them. Short, black dresses left little to the imagination, and especially not appropriate attire for that time of year. Even if they were in a bar. Jake just let a grin pull on his lips as he turned back to Riley. “I don’t really think those heels will make for a fast getaway anyways.” Jake let no chance for a response before grabbing her glass and beginning to walk towards the exit, “Better come join me. Plus, you need a distraction.” Jake held her drink out as the smirk lingered on his lips.

“I’ll go with a firm zero” Wren stated, glancing up at the boy from her own drink- one of way too many that night before she went back to it. For a moment she sat and pondered her options; one was to sit there and drink herself into a stupor and the other was to follow this boy who knew were. “What the hell” she stated, downing the drink “Where are we going?”

Jake watched her for a moment, head tilting as his ‘I’m up to no good’ grin made it’s return to his face. It was probably a good thing she didn’t trust him, but yet she still decided to join him in whatever shenanigans he would think of next. “It’s a surprise,” he looked down at the amber liquid in his cup for a split second before downing the contents and placing the now empty cup on the bar. “It could be Wonderland, or it could be Hell. Whatever it is, I am sure it will be a night to remember.” Jake stood from his seat and began the journey out of the bar and into the cool air outside. “Do you enjoy pain?” he asked, not directly implying if this would be related to the nights events or not.

Allison believed the biggest most annoying thing she has noticed about him is his warmth and his lack of it. Sometimes when he looked at her it made her feel like she was the ruler of the world and everything was hers- but then again that’s what dating him felt like in the first place. He would do absolutely anything Allison asked just because it was her… but then he got these looks. The only way she has ever been able to describe it is it felt like he was digging into your soul and punishing the most innocent part of you. It made her feel like she was in a black room hiding in a corner while he stood there with a ruler waiting for her to accept what she did wrong just so he can punish her for it. Allison knew for a fact that even if she just got up and got back together in that moment there will still be small punishments he will give her until it was stuck in her head to never leave again. 

Instead of fighting him like she use to- Allison just tilted her head back as he pushed her head up by her neck. Her heart rate had gotten faster and her cheeks slightly tinted pink as a blush of irritation found it’s rightful place on her face. “See the worst part about you being here and doing this is I can’t tell if you’re just doing it because you’re bored or if you actually care that I left.” She commented and just brought her hand to his wrist and started to push the hand that was around her neck away. She stepped back into the wall slightly. One thing Allie noticed was that if she cornered herself, Jake usually would notice and stop trying to do it himself. “What if I said I did miss you?” She asked curiously, furrowing her eyebrows. “I mean, what if I did? It’s not like I’m moving back to your apartment or back in that stupid state. It’s not like why I left is just going to stop. Jake, you literally do not care that we are over- all you care about is that your dumb little play kitty escaped her cage. She’s alone in the world and someone else just might take care of her rather than starving her from everything she needs.  Maybe you should act like you genuinely want me for the reasons a boyfriend would want his girlfriend and not for the weird twisted shit that’s in your head. Why can’t you want me for me rather then just want me because you get some type of sick rush from everything we do?” She brought up her pale hand and made it into the shape of a gun and pointed it at his head. She had a smile as she just whispered, “bang,” while jerking her hand up before putting it down. “Maybe if I did actually blow your brains out I might actually understand you.”

As much as Jake didn’t like to admit it, but they understood each other on a deeper level than he felt comfortable with. He could see through her bright blue hues and see the almost mechanical way that her brain registered his movements. And she could see the way that he truly felt. She knew exactly how to act now to get under his skin. He was psychotic at times, but she was right behind him on this crazy ride they were on. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, Jake knew that she would hate if he didn't come looking for her. There is only so much ‘normal’ someone could take. It was always so much more fun to go a little crazy. Although Jake had lost control of his crazy a long time ago.

“You know better, Allison. You know why I’m here. When I say I missed you, you know what I mean. When I say anything, you know the games I am trying to play. It’s a shame I keep trying to fool you.” Jake chuckled, hand still finding new areas of her body to grab. Nothing sexual about his movements. It was all about power. It was a game of power and dominance that he didn’t want to lose. It was just so fun to have that much control over someone else, even if he couldn’t control himself. “Or maybe I have changed. We both know that you changed me Allison. Just as much as I changed you. Maybe I am really here because I care that you left. I missed the adrenaline rush of the fucked up game we play just as much as I missed the way you made me feel when you told me you loved me. You made me soft, Allison. Somehow you got under my skin and made a home right in my dark, cold heart.” Jake could feel her starting to get to him again. His walls were coming down but as quickly as they began to fall, he shot back and let them slam back shut. It took everything in him to keep a straight face as she spoke of how nothing was going to be like it was. Or at least, that’s what she would think. Jake wouldn’t let her win this time. She got away with it before. She played this game better than he would admit, but it wouldn’t happen again. She wasn’t going to get away from his grip this time. 

Aubrey fell into the beachside seat beside Jake and held out his drink before pulling her straw into her mouth and taking long slow gulps of the sweet alcoholic beverage. Her curiosity was piqued at the idea of an adventure and she was certainly bored enough to agree. “An adventure?” she repeated slowly with a low hum and sly smile. “Is it something dangerous? Or fun?”

“Dangerous or fun?” He mused over her question briefly as he glanced over at the petite girl. His eyes met hers as she sipped on her drink, returning the sly smirk that had pulled on her lips only a few moments before. “And what if it both?” His eyes fell from her glance and down at the drink in his hand. It was always a bad idea to be drinking. As if his morals weren’t already close to nonexistent while he was sober. “The idea of being arrested has always gotten my adrenaline pumping.”

YOUR STEREOTYPICAL MASCULINE SIDE

you love hoodies.  you love shorts.   dogs are better than cats.  it’s hilarious when people get hurt.   shopping is torture.   sad movies suck.   you own a car racing game.   you played with hot wheels cars as a kid.   at some point in time you wanted to be a fire fighter.   you owned a ds, ps2, n64, or sega.  you used to be obsessed with power rangers.   you have watched sports on tv.   gory movies are cool.   you go to your dad for advice.   you own like a trillion baseball caps.   you used to collect hockey or baseball cards.   baggy sweats are cool to wear.   it’s kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people.   green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favourite colours.   you love to go crazy and not care what people think.   sports are fun.   you talk with food in your mouth.   you sleep with your socks on at night.   you have fished at least once.

YOUR STEREOTYPICAL FEMININE SIDE

you love to shop.   you wear eyeliner.   you wear the color pink.   you go to your mom to talk.   you consider cheerleading a sport.   you hate wearing the color black.   you like going to the mall.   you like getting manicures and/or pedicures.   you like wearing jewelry.   you cried watching the notebook.   dresses are a big part of your wardrobe.   shopping is one of your favorite hobbies.  you don’t like the movie star wars.   you are/were in gymnastics.   it takes you around one hour to shower, get dressed, and make-up.   you smile a lot more than you should.   you have more than 10 pairs of shoes.   you care about what you look like.  you like wearing dresses when you can. you like wearing high heel shoes.  you used to play with dolls as little kid.   you like putting make-up on others.   you like being the star of everything.

APPEARANCE

i am shorter than 5’5”. i have scars. i tan easily. i wish my hair was a different color.   i have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.  i have a tattoo. i am self-conscious about my appearance. i’ve had/have braces. i’ve been told i’m attractive by a complete stranger. i have more than two piercings. i have/had piercings in places besides my ears.

EXPERIENCES

i’ve gotten lost in my city. i’ve seen a shooting star. i’ve wished on a shooting star.  i’ve seen a meteor shower. i’ve gone out in public in my pajamas. i’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator.  i’ve kicked a guy where it hurts. i’ve been to a casino. i’ve been skydiving. i’ve gone skinny-dipping. i’ve drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour. i’ve crashed a car. i’ve been skiing. i’ve been in a musical. i’ve caught a snowflake or snow on my tongue. i’ve seen the northern lights. i’ve sat on a rooftop at night.  i’ve played a prank on someone.  i’ve ridden in a taxi. i’ve seen the rocky horror picture show. i’ve eaten sushi. i’ve been snowboarding.

HONESTY/CRIME

i’ve done something i promised someone else i wouldn’t. i’ve done something i promised myself i wouldn’t. i’ve snuck out. i’ve lied to my parents about where i am.  i’ve cheated while playing a game. i’ve ran a red light. i’ve witnessed a crime. i’ve been in a fist fight. i’ve been arrested.

DEATH AND SUICIDE

i’m afraid of dying. i hate funerals. i’ve seen someone/something dying. someone close to me has attempted/committed suicide. i’ve written a eulogy for myself.

RANDOM

Allison completely and utterly hated how attracted she was to Jake. It wasn’t even just in looks wise, but in a sense where she was this mere little paper clip and Jake was this big magnet. He could have anyone- and she knew it too. When they first started dating that caused a lot of problems. Jake was absolutely and utterly messed up in the head, yet Allison still found him to be the most fascinating person in the world. He was crazy- but she always purposely played along with his games because one thing he wasn’t was boring. She pushed and pushed just waiting for Jake to crack, and when he finally did she would get excited. He was her little science experiment while she was the mouse to his cat.  She played the game for half a year and for some reason actually had strong feelings for the over bearing sociopath.  “You know why I left you Jake. The innocent facade you’re trying to pull is completely ugly on you.” She spat out and just fought against him slightly as he forced her in the closet. 

I love the way you squirm, I love your eyes when you cry, I love you… Those were all things Jake has said to Allison and it gets more and more messed up as it goes on.  I missed you, I’ll take care of you, you’re mine.. She can literally hear him saying those things in her head. . “You know for someone who acts like a lost puppy without me, you sure did take quite a bit of time to find me.” Maybe Allison found just as much amusement in taunting Jake as Jake did her? She would never admit that to a soul though. Wouldn’t want to ruin the game. “What if I told you that I actually don’t love you anymore?” Allison asked, chewing on her bottom lip.  “What if I said I never loved you at all?” In a way, the moment the words left her lips, she regretted them. She did love him… She loved him with everything she had but why just come out and admit that? Jake needed to be knocked off his high horse.

No matter how long they were apart, or how far apart they were, they always ended up right back at square one. This horrible game they played had no end in sight and he didn’t know how he would feel if there ever was an end. He loved this too much. The months they were apart had led to James trying to find someone to fill that void in his chest. Someone that would give him the same rush and someone to push him as much as she did, but everyone else had been too easy to crack. Before they had even gotten a full on, full force of Jake, they would leave. It wasn’t fun. Which is what led him back to Allison. He always came back to Allison, and maybe this time she would let him back in.

“What if I don’t know why you left me though. You left without a trace, sweetheart. I was worried. I tried to replace you though. Trust me. Fuck, I tried so hard to find someone that made me feel the way you did. Those eyes, those lips. No one could replace that though. I even tried to play this same game with Maddie before I tried to make her tell me where you were. As well as a couple other poor souls. No one came close.” Jake sighed, getting a bit bored from talking about that, so he took matters into his own hands. Or at least he was about to before she cut in. What if I said I never loved you at all? It took everything inside of him to keep from reacting to her words. He could feel the oxygen leave his body and he felt like her words had affected him a lot more than he would like to admit. His eyes narrowed as he looked down at her, taking a few seconds to respond. Once he did, he chuckled, inching towards her once again. He closed the distance between them, hand coming up to wrap around her neck and he tilted his head slightly. “Oh Allison. Poor, poor girl. You wouldn’t lie to me like that, would you? You’re just playing along with this game you think you have a chance at winning, right?” Jake, pushed her head back, fingers now grazing over her exposed neck as he continued to talk. “Tell me the truth now. You still love me...” Jake’s eyes focused on hers, like daggers through her blue hues. “Right, sweetheart? You missed me. Don’t ruin this moment. I wanted you to be happy to see me again. Are you not?” His own little fairytale. The one were she was still in love with him, and this was all a bad dream. The one where she was the princess and he was the prince. He was oblivious to the reality of the situation. He was a predator and she was his prey.