Finding the serial killer

Chapter 51

Chapter 51

Jake’s POV,

“I've been beaten up endlessly because I wanted justice against my rich father. I've learnt to keep my head down and do just my job, enough to keep me alive, I've tried killing myself, but that didn’t work, now I'm just trying to be alive. And it’s not our job to send him to jail. Don’t you know how many connections he has? We might get murdered before we see the dawn. You're lucky you came back alive from his house. don’t push your luck.”

I took her hand. I needed to see it, I don’t like the feel of feeling them under my skin, they feel weird, they feel fresh. I hugged her when she began to sob watching me looking at her. she is vulnerable. She’s never shown herself as weak. Maybe that was what she was hiding, she doesn’t have to. I'm just as weak as her. I hugged her closer. There is nothing romantic in the hug, it’s just a hug to give her comfort. The only thing I can offer her right now.

“I tried to help mom, I didn’t want her to get hurt. I didn’t want dad to beat her. Just because I decided to help, just because I told the police, dad killed her and police didn’t do anything. He beat her endlessly until she could no longer take him and left me to him. I don’t want you to get hurt. Please don’t do this.” She tugs on me, so strongly, almost as if her life depends on it. “All the big man of this town will be in this with him. They will kill you and no one will ever find out.”

“I'm sorry for what happened to you.” I whisper in her ear. “But I can't let him go free. A second chance to monster is like telling him to do it again. They won't stop until they are stopped. And I can stop him. I don’t want to not care about this. This is serious. This ain't some petty crime I can use against him, this is crime against women, the biggest sin he could’ve committed.”

“Fine, do what you need to, but promise me one thing, you will look after yourself and let me look after yourself. you won't die.”

“I'm too young to die.” I smile. She slaps my chest. “And handsome. I promise I will do my best not to die.”

I'm starting to feel the same giddy feeling in the pit of my stomach. I'm growing week, I'm all but weak. I've never felt stronger in my life.

I push her away from my chest. She looks at me through her teary eyes, like telling me I shouldn’t let her away. Like she needed to be in my arms, but I know she is like this just because she is weak, she is vulnerable. I'll be an asshole to think I can use it, I'll be an even bigger asshole to let it fool me into think there is still some hope left between us, because there ain't anything left. I still haven’t forgotten what happened last night, how she reacted, how she treated me. I couldn’t ever forget it. like those scars on her body, I have this scar in my head, My soul. It will never go away. It will never hurt any less.

All my life, I've heard one thing from mom, trust is the key to every relationship to success. I know I'm young, I know thinking about that is still bit too early, I know that, but that is how I chose my life to be. I can be alone and miserable but I would hate to be in love and still be just as miserable.

“I think I should go.” I tell her. but she still tugs to my fingers. “If we are ever going to work again together, I would want a professional relationship with you.” she just listens as I say. She seems hurt but it’s better to be hurt not than tomorrow morning when nothing can be undone. “I'm sorry.” I pull away, and I never look back. I'm afraid I'll want to give up this control, give up my hurt.