“I am in love with him”

By: JaMeZ!

 

Disclaimer: The characters in this story are MINE! Though they are loosely based on real people [*ahem*]… please don’t steal my story! Ask first!  ^_^

 

 

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            “Jacob?”

 

I turned over on my side and gathered my sheets tighter around myself to face the voice that spoke to me. I had let this person back into my life against my better judgment, but things were going rather well.

 

            “Yes,” I replied faintly, in my most innocent voice.

 

            “I have a secret to confide in you,” says Zach, who would not look me in the eyes.

 

I waited for this secret, pondering silently what this tidbit could be. He started finally.

 

            “Jeffery is coming to live with me. We wish to be more then friends, you know. I am in love with him.”

 

My face blanched and I felt a though I could expel my grumbling guts and the whole while I bit back my impending sobs.

 

“Please, beloved Jacob, do not weep. I know you will ignore my plea, but –”

 

“Why,” I choked out at last, “why and how could you kill me like this?”

 

 Zach stared at me for the longest moment of my little life, and then just got up and turned away from me. I let my crystal pure tears race down my flushed cheeks. I screamed, inhumanly, as if in excruciating pain, until he turned around to look at me once again.

 

“Why,” I wailed, almost incoherent in my anguish, “you must answer me, or I will make you!”

 

“You will make me do nothing, little boy,” he spat back at me.

 

His bitterness silenced me, and I froze, unsure of what to do at this point. He glared at me.

 

“Jacob, you are a child. You act, look, sound, and live like a child. Grow up. You knew I did not love you.”

 

Zach’s words hit me in the heart with the force of a lightning strike, shorting gout any common sense or rational though I may have possessed. My bottom lip quivered as I felt a short or psychotic mentality wash over me.

 

“You never loved me?” I slowly raised my voice from a whisper. “You never loved me?! How was I to know such a thing when you always preached to me about how much you could not live without me and that out love made you feel whole and because of your love, life was worth living?! You are a monster, Zach, if you are going to throw my love for you away for Jeffery’s carnal love for you! Is this what you choose to do?!”

 

“With all my black little heart.”

 

It was at that very moment I truly snapped. I stalked out of the room and down the hallway to the place I was seeking so intently. Zach followed me the whole way, begging me to tell him what I was up to. I got to the room before him and I shut the door in his face, locking it, and went and his in the closet, sobbing like the child he claimed I was. He pounded on the door, working to break it down. After a few moments I heard muffled voices. Voices…implying more then one. It was Jeffery – I knew it had to be him. Through my tears I smiled and clutched a certain coldness to my chest over my heart. I waited for the inevitable. Finally, with the power of two, the door came crashing down and I pulled the trigger once. Jeffery fell to his knees, holding his stomach in agony.

 

“Jacob, stop,” pleaded my Zach, “do you realize what you are doing?!”

 

“I do,” and I shot Jeffery three more times, to be sure he was indeed dead.

 

Zach backed into a corner and I saw him do a very rare thing: cry.

 

            “Are you scared of me,” I growled in his face.

 

He nodded a couple times. I pointed my gun at him.

 

“Are you afraid to die?”

 

He nodded again and started shaking in his gripping fear.

 

“Why?”

 

He took a few ragged but deep breaths.

 

“Because…because I will go to hell.”

 

I laughed, a cruel sounding noise that I am sure brought a chill to Zach’s body.

 

“I am surprised you believe in such a thing, my love.”

 

Silence.

 

“Do you have anything else you wish to tell me, or should I end out conversation for good?”

 

“I do,” he whimpered, and I listened with patience, “I just want to say… I really do love you. I do not know why I do such cruel things to you, but I love you and I want to live so I can keep on loving you. Please, spare me, for I love you so much –”

 

I stopped him with a bullet to his head. After he hit the floor, I walked over to him and emptied the rest of the barrel into his heart. So, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, he was gone forever. I threw my gun down at my feet.

 

“Liar,” I whispered.