Sixty Days Of Fire

The Room

~ JACOB’S POV

She thinks she’s sneaky. She thinks she can just get her way around here and try to get me or Dominic to tell her something. She’s wrong.

Dominic may not be the best person in my life but he’s still my brother and there is no way she can use him to get to me. Obviously, Dominic didn’t tell me she was trying to get answers from him, but I figured that out. It’s pretty easy to figure things out around here. You just have to be silent and pay attention.

Even though Dominic isn’t the type to read, I could tell easily. What Osline doesn’t know is that Dominic himself can’t bring himself to talk about it. He says it was just as bad for him as it was for me, but to me, that’s not true.

I was the one who went through hell. I was the one unable to sleep, think, and was completely pained. I was the one who suffered not him. He was just on the sidelines and he made things worse for me.

That’s why I hate him and that’s why I’ll never forgive him.

I walked back into the room and glanced out the window. Osline was still there, sitting by herself, probably thinking about her next move.

A smirk danced across my face. She’s pathetic. There is no way she’ll find out anything and even if she did- which is not possible, there is no way I’ll let her out of here.

She’s mine for good and I’ll make sure she gets to understand that. By the time sixty days end, she’ll want to be with me. I won’t have to force her, she’ll just want to be with me.

When I noticed Osline walking back inside the house, I left the room and walked into my room- the room I forbade everyone from stepping into.

I locked the door behind me and searched for the light switch. When I turned it on, the room came to life, revealing its magnificent view.

This is my sacred space—filled with everything that brings me peace, and everything Osline should never see.

My ex-mate, Mira.

She was the best person I've ever known. The only person I ever wanted.

I caressed her photo as thoughts of her captured me. I love to think about her, but at the same time, I absolutely hate it. She’s my rain, yet she’s the storm I hate seeing coming.

I sat on the bed and touched the soft pillow. I haven’t changed the pillowcase in a very long time, and I won’t. It’s the last one she lay on before it happened.

I closed my eyes and exhaled heavily. Her eyes shone bright—I could suddenly see her again, feel her again.

She smiled at me. I smiled too as I felt myself moving toward her.

It’s all in my head, but in that moment, it didn’t feel like it. It felt real—like I could actually see her, talk to her, and come closer.

"Jacob," She called me. Her voice sounded like the most blissful music ever.

The smile on my face broadened. "Miranda," I called out her full name. She always loved it when I said it.

I started following her as she ran into the beautiful forest. But with each step I took, she seemed to fade, until finally, I couldn’t see her anymore.

My brows knitted in confusion. I looked around for her, but there was no sign of her. I called out her name, but still nothing.

Out of nowhere, I heard her screaming. It sounded the same as the last time she screamed—so loud and deep.

I rushed toward the sound, hoping to reach her in time, but just like before, I was too late.

She was already bleeding and crying, and just like before, she was dying in front of my eyes. Standing nearby, holding a knife covered in blood, was someone I thought I could trust—someone who was once my family, now gone from my life.

The scene faded as I slowly opened my eyes. My heart ached, filled with pain, as I realized it was only a thought—once a reality.

My eyes were welling up with tears. My heart kept racing. I fell on the bed, trying to steady my breathing as I held myself together, reminding myself that it didn’t happen again and it was just a flashback.

Flashbacks are what I deal with constantly, but I can’t help them. Even though it hurts, it’s the only way I can think of her, and I guess that’s good, right?

Even though it’s painful, I love that I can feel her again, see her again.

And now with Osline… it should be much better. But sometimes it’s not. Most of the time, she just reminds me of her, and sometimes she reminds me of how everything was my fault.

I gently raised my head and looked at the pillow, wishing that my Mira was lying there, sleeping. "I love you," I whispered, almost to myself.

This is the only place in the world where I can be myself. I can feel pain, I can cry, I can laugh, and no one will judge me. It’s the same thing with Mira—she was the only one who could make me feel better without being hurt. But now that she’s gone, I just have to lean back on her belongings and hope that someday she forgives me for what I did.

I rose from the bed and arranged things the way she would normally do. When I got to a picture of her, my mind abruptly zoned back to Osline. I couldn’t help but smile.

Osline thinks she’s very smart, but she’s not. There’s more to everything than she knows or sees, but that’s okay. Because if she wants the truth, I’ll give her a lie to believe. I’m going to keep her on the trail and make her believe she’s discovered the truth—the truth I want her to believe.