Finding the serial killer

Chapter 39

Chapter 39

Jake's POV

“I was crying so much and you comfort me.” she walked in front of me, covering the front door, not letting me out. She stares deep into my eyes. “You didn’t ask me why I was so upset. You didn’t ask me anything I wouldn’t want to share.” She threw a hand on my shoulder inching it down to tug her fingers between mine. She clenched her fists in mine, she squeezed her eyes, I don’t know what she is holding back now. She always holds back, she always hides stuff from me. It’s clear why do it. “I know I've hurt you. but can't you find a place in your big heart to forgive me? I didn’t do it because I don’t trust you. it’s just—”

“It was obviously because you don’t trust me. and I don’t blame you, when my father can't trust me, how can I expect someone I don’t even know to trust me?” I tried to move her so I can reach my hand to the knob but before it could even happen, she holds my hand.

“I was upset that day because I handcuffed my own boyfriend.” I looked at her face and her jaw’s clenched, her eyes are teary and red. Her lips quiver even when she didn’t say a word. “He r***d a woman I knew.” No, no, don’t trust her. I won't. nothing she can say will make me change my mind. “I'm sorry for confusing you with him, you're not him. you’ve done nothing wrong. It’s just so hard for me to trust anyone anymore, I end up messing everything up. No one had ever treated me with respect and care like you did. You even took a knife for me and even when I don’t show how I truly feel I want you to know I appreciate everything you’ve ever done for me. I don’t know what got into me. I was— I was just scared to get hurt.” She is crying. She shouldn’t cry. She shouldn’t ever cry.

“I'm sorry that you felt that way.” I gripped to my bag even more resolute. I grabbed the knob.

“You're still going?”

“I made a promise to my mom, and she is someone I can never hurt. She is someone who trusted me always, no demands.” I can no longer look at the same thing she looks at. I can no longer breathe the same air as she does. A broken glass can never mend back together.

“And you can hurt a person who care so much for you? I can see it Jake, I see in your eyes,” she forced my face to look at her. “I know your kiss yesterday means so much more than you let off. It meant the same for me I've seen it in your eyes, I've seen it in your actions. You like me, Jake Wilson. And I'm not ready to let you go.” She makes me laugh.

“I liked you. That’s true. But a moment of distrust and the relationship is already shattered, it can never be fixed.” I opened the door and walked out.

I still feel her following me. “Even god forgives the guilty. Why can't you forgive me?”

One last time I turn to her before I walk in the elevator. “Because I’m also scared of getting hurt.”

“Jake, the person he r***d wasn’t someone I know, he r***d me.” and the door shuts and my body’s stuck and I'm only free of it once I'm in the parking and Jerry is standing in front of me.

I don’t know how to react, how to feel. Everything inside me is churning in my stomach. Tumbling up and down. Tossing and turning and flipping and I'm too overwhelmed to even react the tornado I've swallowed.

“Everything is fine now.” Jerry hugged me. “Everything will be fine.” The next moment I had any awareness of the reality was that I was being escorted in a car. I think I'm in the airport, I think this is mom and dad hugging me. comforting me. telling me that everything is okay. How can everything be okay. I left you back there alone. and now, I'm too week to go and check up on you. I know you must be crying. I know you must be mauling your heart out. I know you must be scared. I also know leaving you there after what you told me must have crushed you. we only hurt each other. What is the point of all this then?

“Excuse me!” I hear Jerry. He must be busy, all this work he had to handle with Stella. It’s enough already, he is trying to get me out of here too. I don’t know if I want to, but simultaneously I wanted it too. I have no courage to face.

It’s all so confusing.

“Mom!”

“Jerry what’s wrong?” mom’s face reflects a discomfort as she talks to Jerry. What’s going on?

I look at Jerry and he is crying. But why?

“Mom, Stella.”

“What happened to her?”

“They say she’s dead.”

“What?”