"it takes a huge effort to free yourself from the memory"
✧･ﾟ: * in which you learn about the third main character *:･ﾟ✧
J A C O B
JACOB 🤑
you up? i'm bored
SAMMY 🤣
yeah, but why talk to me, there's everybody else
JACOB 🤑
why not?
SAMMY 🤣
cause i'm sam, plain old, untalented, ugly, annoying sam
JACOB 🤑
i'm talking to you because you are you, talented, beautiful, funny sam
SAMMY 🤣
oh, i see, you just want to flirt with someone and then break their heart
maybe if you knew my background you would understand why i don't break people's hearts.
JACOB 🤑
maybe if people didn't jump to conclusions you would understand my background
SAMMY 🤣
your background? the hollywood life? the record deals and fortune? that's a background i wish i could understand
JACOB 🤑
what if that's just what it looks life
SAMMY 🤣
what do you mean?
what's your actual background?
JACOB 🤑
um...
SHIT, i have to go right now talk to you later
i promise
before i had a chance to see sam's response my dad came drunkenly into the room, throwing his weight around.
"jacob. where's the money?" he asks sternly.
"i-i-i-" i say stuttering.
"WHERE IS THE MONEY JACOB. GIVE IT TO ME," my dad says roughly.
"i don't know, i don't have it," i say lying. i know exactly where it is. i won't give it to him. all he's going to do is buy more alcohol.
"YOU LYING SON OF A BITCH GIVE ME THE MONEY," he says throwing an empty beer bottle by the head, it's pieces on the floor beside me, "you will give me that money."
"NO," i reply trying to stand my ground.
he grabs my shirt collar and tries to shake me but fails, only to throw another beer bottle. this one throwing shard of glass onto my face and body as it shatters on the ground.
"fine, here," i say handing him ten dollars, "that's all i have."
he's too drunk to realize it's only ten dollars. he proceeds to leave my room and i can hear him swearing and muttering under his breath.
i run into my bathroom crying. i remove the glass from my face. i rinse my face of and disinfect it. i manage to sneak into the cleaning closet and grab the broom to clean up the rest of the shards.
i lie down on my bed and cry my eyes out. people say guys can't cry. i try not to but sometimes it's the best way to vent. for some reason it's considered weak if you cry, but i'm sorry i have emotions, i'm sorry i have to deal with abuse and stupid things.
i then sit up, i promised i'd text sammy.
SAMMY 🤣
sounds good
JACOB 🤑
hey, sorry about that
SAMMY 🤣
no problem
what happened?
JACOB 🤑
nothing
SAMMY 🤣
facetime?
JACOB 🤑
who's the one flirting now?
SAMMY 🤣
oh shut it
but ft?
JACOB 🤑
sure
SAMMY 🤣 would like to facetime
accept | decline
i purposely place my phone facing the ceiling. i don't know why i accepted the call, i have cuts on my face and i've been crying.
"howdy jacob," i hear sammy's voice.
"hey," i say sighing.
"what's wrong?"
"nothing."
"doesn't sound like nothing, also why aren't you showing your face?"
"cause i can't."
"why not?"
"because i look like shit."
"i'm almost positive jacob moore does not look like shit, and anyway i look like shit and i'm showing my face."
"you do not look like shit."
"yes i do and you pick up your phone and show your face."
i pull and blanket over my face and hold my phone.
"better?" i ask laughing
"JACOB PULL THE BLANKET OFF," sammy screams.
"shush, my dad will here you."
"and?"
"family shit," i say finally pulling down the blanket, "anyway, you see why i don't wanna show my face?"
sammy goes quiet for a second, inspecting me.
"what happened?" she asks concerned, "your face is cut and you've been crying."
i look away embarrassed, "promise you won't tell anyone."
"promise."
"how can I trust you?"
"because the person you are talking to has a total of one irl friend and never tells secrets."
"fine, but you can't freak out."
"deal."
i take a deep breath, "my dad abuses me."
she nods, "i know that isn't the full story."
"i've never met my mom, i've lived with my dad my entire life and forever he's been an alcoholic. and once i got in the industry and started making money," i took a deep breath trying not to cry, "he's been abusing me so he can take my money."
"that's awful, why don't you tell the police?"
"because i wouldn't have a place to go. i've never met any of my relatives, my dad's always to drunk to tell me about them."
"what about someone from the group chat?"
"i don't want to ask them, that seems selfish."
"asking for a place to stay for your own health is not being selfish."
"still..." i let myself trail off, she has a good point.
"think about it please, i care about you and everyone else does."
"i will," i say lying, i deserve the abuse.
"does anyone else know?" sam asks.
"addison does, only cause we dated like two years ago."
"i'm surprised she kept the secret," sam says, "she seems like someone who like to spill things."
"she likes to spill basic things but person privacy she keeps private and doesn't spill."
sammy nods, "anyway, i've got to go, keep me updated?"
"sure."
and like that the facetime call ends and i'm left back to fend for myself.
AUTHORS NOTE
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