hey! 😁 this has been in my head for a while, i was thinking what it would be like if MC were the kidnapper and how Jake would handle it.
Summary: Jake discovers you are the kidnapper and decides to put an end to it.
Warnings: angst, violence, death, mixed feelings
"You're too monstrous for this"
Jake felt nasty, felt like the worst person in the world to be in that motel room with you, the cause of all this mess. He was the worst brother in the world for being with the one who had hurt his family so much.
But dammit, he couldn't control himself.
The room is terribly hot, the only sound is your moans relentlessly coming out of your lips, which occasionally meet his lips. Your hips rocked against each other in a rhythm you created as the pleasure built higher and higher.
"More, Jake, please" you smiled amid the moans, which Jake always loved to hear, now brought anger, sadness, but still continued to turn him on, preventing him from stopping. That's what made him feel disgusted. Even though he knew who you were, he couldn't stop because you were so damn good and addictive.
The two of you climaxed together. Then his tired body slumped beside you, his breath gasping as his arms wrapped around you.
The two of you were silent, just enjoying the moment next to each other, nothing needed to be said right now. You just needed his company and his warm body cradling yours.
"You never lied to me, did you?" He asked suddenly, running a finger down your naked body, between his arms.
You swallowed hard before answering.
"Never" and then you giggled "Why are you asking me that?"
Turning to him, you smiled and entwined your legs with him legs. The innocent smile on your face, pretending to be nonchalant, annoyed him even more. How long would you continue to act as if you had nothing to do with the whole situation?
"Because I would hate to know that everything you told me was a lie." he says looking steadily into your eyes. The intense, intimidating blues of him under your dark eyes, in a way you've never seen.
"That never happened, my love. I would never lie to you." if Jake didn't know who you really were he would have blindly believed your words.
Then he took your mouth in his. Your warm lips welcomed him as he ran his hands over your bare curves. His hands went to your waist, trailing to your breasts and stopping at your neck. He held it there, firm and dominant, applying a little force until he got a moan from you. But he didn't stop, he kept putting on more and more strength, until you needed air.
"J-jake?" your voice cracked and you opened your eyes with difficulty, confused that he was like that.
"Did you really think I wouldn't find out?" he asks loosening his grip on your neck a little.
You cough desperately for air, trying to get out of bed but he climbs on top of you, taking your hands in his and leaving his weight on your body, making it impossible for you to move.
"How the fuck did you dare approach my sister as if nothing had happened? As if you weren't responsible for her traumas?" he yelled and you saw the angry tears leak from his eyes, consequently trickling down your face.
A tear hit your lip directly and you felt his bitterness. Your eyes refocused on Jake, who was looking at you somberly.
"I..." you started but you didn't have the courage to finish.
You had done all that out of revenge against Hannah and Amy, but at some point you gave up when you realized you were in love with Jake - something that could not possibly happen. But you didn't want to lose him either. That would be a secret you were willing to take to your grave, unbeknownst to anyone. You didn't expect Jake to find that out. You would lose him, you knew he would never forgive you for that.
"You pretended to be her friend, pretended you cared" he laments, squeezing your wrists even more, you can already see the red marks he left on them.
"I'm sorry" what else could you say?
Then he abruptly stands up, running his hands through his hair. He walks to the other side of the room, as if he's trying to control himself. Only Jake knows the confusion of feelings he experienced that morning when he learned that you, his girlfriend, were responsible for kidnapping Hannah. In fact he didn't want to believe it, he couldn't.
"You don't feel much, you're too monstrous for this."
His harsh words hurt you, even though you know you deserve it.
"Jake, I love you," you whisper as you sit up in bed. He seems to have been even more disturbed by your words. "Hannah deserved to die for her sins, but I didn't kill her. I gave up on revenge, even though it consumes me every day."
"And you think I should thank you for that? That I should be fucking grateful for you!?" he is still turned away, unable to look at you now. "This isn't something we can just forget about. It's not a fucking mistake that can be fixed!"
You saw him clenching his fists before he turned to you.
"What will you do?" you ask a little scared, cowering in the corner of the room.
"I'll make sure you never come near my family again, no matter how much it hurts me."
And then his eyes were dark and devilish. You saw the sadness quickly replaced by the hate he was feeling at that moment. And there you knew you had lost him forever, that he would put his family's protection above his feelings.
You try to say, but quickly you feel his hands wrap around your neck again, only this time he would only let go when you were no longer alive.
