It has been quite a long time since the last time Jake Caley had a good night's sleep. Hell, even a good nap had become a myth to him. Every day found this young man already awake, with wide open bloodshot eyes, for he never actually fell asleep.As one more night came and went just like that, Jake sighed in his heart and closed his eyes.Today it's her anniversary...Those four words tired him even more than the long sleepless nights. Jake didn't want to get up, didn't want to lie down. He didn't want to stay awake anymore, nor did he want to sleep. Hell no, sleeping was out of the question. Still, with a headache that seemed to split his head open, Jake closed his eyes. His brows were furrowed and the corners of his mouth were lowered in a frown that never left his face whenever he was alone in the quietness of his room.The turquoise-colored eyes burned as if begging for sleep even if it lasted as long as a wink. Yet Jake refused to sleep. However, he knew for sure that today... to
It was almost two in the morning when Jake arrived home. By that time, the drug he took had already taken effect, and the sight that met Matthew was that of Jake high as a kite and completely out of his mind. At some point on the way back, the headphones were unplugged from the phone, and the heavy rock music sounded particularly loud in the quietness of the way too early in the morning.Regardless of this, Jake's sobbing, even though silent, couldn't be counseled by all this noise. The young man was crying his eyes out, yet no sound came from him. His eyes were unfocused as if he was seeing things that weren't there, and his trembling hands mercilessly and anxiously scratched the skin of his forearms. The skin there had already turned red and had started bleeding, yet Jake was ignoring this. The morphine he took had made him numb to such pain.Mathew, who had stayed up all night, sitting in front of the front door, worriedly waiting for his son, was startled. If he wasn't already sit
While walking back home, Jake noticed that Jeremy had called him several times, the same thing was for his father, but since he always kept his phone on silent at best and on airplane mode at worst, he hadn't noticed anything.Jake stared at the name "Dipshit" on his screen, the well-chosen name for his father, and he didn't know how to feel. Ever since his mother died, Mathew distanced himself from him and Aiden. All he did was work, work, and more work. They barely saw him for ten minutes at most every two or three days.Jake knew that Mathew was trying to distract himself from pain with work, but this didn't make him any less angry with him. He didn't care if his father didn't want them to see him cry, he wanted him to stay by his side and cry together. He needed him the most back then, but what happened? In just a few days he lost both of his parents. One left this world, and the other behaved as if he had no relations with any of his sons.This was the case for almost two years u
Natalie was hired by Mathew a year ago, which was the only good thing he did for Jake back then. After that, he pretty much let it all to Natalie to deal with. It was only recently that he would ask Natalie after every session about Jake's condition or call her from now and then when Jake's behavior was too unpredictable. The last time he called her was three days ago when Jake stayed outside the whole night and came back home only early in the morning, high as a kite, talking nonsense.Now, Mathew was waiting behind the closed door of Natalie's office, where she and Jake were in the middle of the session.Natalie was a middle-aged woman, with kind features and a soft voice that always gave Jake the impression of a children's storyteller. Jake was one of her favorite patients but also one of the most stubborn ones who just wo
Nevertheless, he headed to Ryder’s house. Maybe it was because his stomach was filled or because this time he had Ryder’s consent for visiting her that his footsteps were quicker than the previous nights.He walked to the backyard, strangely in a good mood, but as soon as he got close, a loud shout startled him. Sure enough, when he checked behind the face, what faced him wasn’t only Ryder but also another girl with wild curly hair and a petite body.Jake recognized her immediately. That was Jasmine… that girl was quite the odd type. She had a rather violent nature, but back when he was still in school, Jake had also noticed that despite the fierce attitude, Jasmine was extremely kindhearted. She was the only person Jake had seen around Ryder.If
Mathew, who accidentally fell asleep while waiting for Jake, sitting across the front door on the stairs, sprung up on his feet. The sudden movement made him lose his balance and fall off the stairs. What Jake heard from the other side of the phone was a loud crash and then a groan, soon followed by a curse. "Son of a-" Did he... did he just... Whatever. "Are you coming?" Jake asked while walking down the road at a snail's speed. The fight he just had with Jasmine really exhausted all his energy. He felt as if he could even fall asleep right in the middle of the road. "I'm coming, I'm coming. Tell me the address. Sit somewhere and wait for me. Don't tire yourself." Jake sent the address via text to his father and sat down by the side of the road. The ground was cold, and it froze his buttocks, but he was too lazy to stand. A frozen ass was tolerable. His eyes were glued to the little stuffed cat in his hands and a smile cracked the gloomy expression on his face. His long slender
He was lying on his bed, a warm blanket was thrown over his body. The curtains over the window were pulled closed, only a crack left open for a few sun rays to invade his room. On his desk, there was his laptop, a video playing on it. It was there where the voice came from. It was his mother. Old videos of his mother, talking and laughing playing around the house with a little Jake and a baby Aiden... Seeing her, Jake teared up, feeling like he had wool stuck in his throat, choking him. In the end, he could only say one word, half talking, half sobbing. "Dad." Mathew was sitting in the chair. His arms were crossed on the desk, his head resting on them, apparently sleeping. When he heard Jake's voice, his body tensed. Worried eyes landed on Jake, looking at his face that was on the verge of sobbing. Mathew didn't even think about it before walking to Jake and cupped his face, wiped the tears that escaped from those beautiful turquoise eyes while he checked for scars or whatever mi
After playing for a few hours with Leah while Jeremy fled to work, Jake finally carried the little lady to the backyard along with a huge canvas and dozens of paint tubes and brushes. He put on a six-year-old white t-shirt that had long since been covered in paint on Leah and wrapped a belt around her waist tuning the t-shirt into a long dress. A small blank canvas was put in front of her, a brush in her hand, Leah furrowed her brows in concentration and started to make a mess on the blank canvas.Seeing her occupied like that, Jake smiled and turned his focus to his own canvas. The painting wasn't even halfway done, but he had already hit a wall and couldn't finish the painting no matter what.That was the case two days ago. Today though, it was different. Jake put on some music on his phone, the song Riptide by Grandson blasted in full volume as he sang along."I get high to leave all these problems on the groundThen to my surprise, they're right there when I come back downI do it