His father was the devil.
An abusive alcoholic that terrorized his family; a savage, brutal man who tortured his son on any given day. A man who had murdered his own wife before the eyes of his only son.
Jake chose not to remember his mother, he wanted to remember the loving woman, but all he could remember was sitting in the closet watching his father butcher her. So he blocked out anything motherly related.
One image Jake could never escape was his father holding that 38 special to his head. He had never been so scared in his life, looking down that long, dark barrel. he almost pissed his pants when he pulled the trigger. to his amazement and his fathers anger, he was out of bullets. He had been getting drunk and running around shooting the house up all day. It was all the distraction Jake needed to run and hide.
Luckily Jake had a great hiding spot, one he relied on whenever his father went on one of his many rants. By the time he reloaded the gun, Jake was well hidden.
His father screamed incoherently, his speech slurred as he called his son names, looking for him around the garden. after a few minutes he sat on the ground next to the fountain, Jake could see him clearly through his mothers wild rose bushes. He watched as his father put the gun to his temple, cursing his son one last time, than pulled the trigger, blowing off the back of his head.
Jake passed out.
His uncle Dorian had taken him in after that, he and his wife tried to correct what his father had done to him, but Jake was to deep in his own misery and to old for new tricks. Jake became a recluse, getting in constant trouble, endless acts of extreme aggression and anger, fights that put his opponents in the hospital, and if his family was not so rich, Jake would still be in jail.
He had never experienced a true deep love, his aunt, uncle and cousins had tried to comfort him, and he knew for a fact that they loved him, but he still was not able to open up enough to love them back. He didn't trust love, love was a wild drunk, love beat the hell out of you for no reason and love got you murdered.
Love was for the weak, hate was what kept you fighting and kept you alive. He had lived by that, until he met Jezebel.
His one chance at real love, one he could feel deep down at the pit of his darkened soul and he fucked it all up.
She said that she had forgiven him for his unfortunate outburst, but he knew she was lying. it was eating him up, he never knew guilt could be so intense and overwhelming. he had regretted nothing he had ever done in his life, but now he was filled with so much regret he prayed for a time machine. His rash reaction was excessively brutal, and even though he was legendary for his overly aggressive tendencies, it was always with willing partners, and NEVER with the one he loved.
Looking at her now, so perfect and beautiful, curvy and feminine, despite her filthy mouth, he didn't understand how he could hurt a hair on her perfect head. He didn't understand what had come over him, He had been the one that wanted to end the relationship, he had set the perfect scene for her to hate him. So why did he act so violently when she took him up on it, and moved on with her life? He had morphed into some demon beast, uncontrolled by even himself.
This love thing was new to him, he had never felt it from anyone and he had been fine with that until he experienced what love felt like, Jezebel had opened his eyes and his heart to a whole other world and instead of embracing it, he got scared and when Jake Stone got scared he got viscous.
***
She wanted to forgive him, but for some reason she just couldn't, she was getting angrier about it each day. She loved the little BDSM games they had started to play, she liked his strength and his dominance, but she could not trust him to restrain himself. He himself could not control that sadistic beast in him, he was as much of a victim to it as she was.
How could she not have known this day would come, she knew how he was, he was like that from the first day she met him. It was honestly what had attracted her to him. he was blunt , bold and didn't mince words, not like the creepy pervs her mother had dated, who tried to weasel and manipulate their way into Jezebel's bedroom.
She had been through enough bullshit in her life to have become a very aggressive chick with violent tendency's. She had tried to date in the past and it always ended disastrously. She was a force to be reckoned with and she had not found a man brave enough to back her down. She didn't want a weak man ho would eventually let her run all over him, if that was the case, she could get herself a lap dog. She knew instantly that Jake would not take her shit, she got a thrill that he stood up to her. He was definitely not a timid lap dog, he was a viscous pit bull and she was a pit bull in a dress.
She was really attracted to his refreshing honesty, no matter how arrogant it was. she loved his strength, but now he had used that strength against her, he had gone to far and as much as she wanted to love him and go back to what they had, she couldn't. He was trying so hard to please her, to make her love him again. There was only one thing that would make her forgive him and no matted how apologetic he was, he would never allow it.
***
He was automatically suspicious, watching her watch him as he sipped the coffee she had just brought to him.
"How is it?" she asked for the 3rd time, watching him a little to intently. he drank 1/2 of the cup in one gulp the 1st time she had asked, now he sat there just holding the cup.
"It's fine." he said looking at her, putting the cup on the table.
"Why aren't you drinking it if it's alright?" she asked. Jake looked at her for a minute, seeing the guilt all over her face.
"What did you do?" he demanded, already feeling it, he stood up, but the room moved to fast. "what did you do Jezebel?!" he roared.
"Nothing." she said lightly, innocently, but when he looked down into the coffee cup than back up at her he caught that evil little grin of hers. he went towards her to grab her, but she was ready for it and backed up before he reached her, he almost stumbled over the couch.
"You poisoned me you bitch."
She took careful, slow steps back
"No poison, I don't want you dead," as she watched him slide to the couch, his eyes getting heavy. "I just want you to suffer." were the last words he heard in her sweet soft voice.
