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I take time to get dressed, brush my hair, and lie down on the bed, daydreaming about the very same person that was here with me a minute ago. I check the time on my phone. It’s 11:59 pm. I sigh, I can’t believe he’s going to miss the new year because he came to shower with me. I let my head fall on the pillow. All the sex tonight made me sleepy. I rest my eyes for a second and the next thing I know I jump up. I can’t believe I fell asleep. I check the time again. Shit, I slept for ten minutes.
Wait.
Jake has been gone for more than ten minutes. That’s a bit strange. Maybe he’s setting something up downstairs? I should go check on him.
But he said not to leave the room. I don’t want to ruin whatever he’s got planned.
I settle on calling him to check on him. I grab my phone again and tap his name on my screen. The phone rings in the room straight away. I pick up his phone on the nightstand and watch my name and picture on the screen. I hang up and my face disappears. In no way do I mean to pry, but I notice a familiar name on the screen straight away.
Nate.
I can’t help it. Curiosity eats at me and I unlock Jake’s phone. We trust each other enough to know our passwords, and I sincerely hope he won’t be mad that I’m checking. But I have to.
I go on the conversation with Nate straight away, trying not to look at anything and invade his privacy more than I already am.
“What the hell,” I whisper in shock.
They’ve been talking for weeks. Part of the conversation is about me. Nate has been threatening his brother. In countless texts, he tells him he’ll regret it if he doesn’t break up with me. There are too many threats for me to count but they don’t include only me. He also talks about the change of guardians. Jake replies once in a while. Mainly to stir the pot when it comes to me.
In other texts, Nate is saying Rose is with Sam and to pick her up because he doesn’t want them hanging out. Since Jake sent a video of him and Rose burning another pile of paperwork from the lawyer there have been very few texts.
A dark feeling starts to creep up my stomach and I stand up from the bed.
Where is Jake?
I scroll to the latest message and my heart drops from my chest to crash in my stomach. In a split second, I feel sick and the need to sit down comes back. I drop on the bed again, looking down at Jake’s phone.
Three days ago, Nate sent another text to reply to the video.
Nate: About time to stop fucking around. Sign. I know Mateo will ask me to make you sign if you don’t do it on your own accord.
Nate’s text isn’t what makes me feel lightheaded, it’s not what freezes my blood. No, the worst is Jake’s response.
Jake: Try your best.
I know instantly that something is wrong. It’s 12:27 am and Jake still hasn’t come back up. I jump up from the bed, my heart beating so hard it resonates in my ears. I’m probably too late. Nathan did something. I don’t know what, but Jake is not well. I can feel it in my bones, so deep in my body that I already ache for him.
