by Stella Noir
Jeffrey’s hands tightened around my throat and his eyes went completely dead. I had known this day was coming, even though I was never sure if he actually had it in him to kill a second time. But by the look in his eyes, he wasn’t even the same kid he was 20 years ago and it looked like I was next.
My vision of Jeffrey’s face hovering over mine was fading as I started to lose consciousness, but just before I blacked out the pressure around my neck was released. I turned on my side and coughed, pulling in as much air as I could, and when I opened my eyes again I watched in shock as Jeffrey fell backwards down the staircase.
14
JEFFREY
“Oh, come on. You’ve never done a courageous thing in your life, Jake. Is this some kind of act to impress Abby? I’m pretty sure she knows what to expect from you by now.”
I watched my brother stand there, all limp and pathetic, as usual. He really must have thought I was just going to let him walk right out the front door with her.
“Jeffrey, just let her go. You can do whatever you want to me, just please let Abby leave.”
“It’s not that simple, Jacob. Abby is staying. You’re the one that needs to go, and if it’s not by the front door I have plenty of other ideas.”
“Jeffrey, come on. This has all gone on long enough. Just let Abby go.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me. Now that she’s here do you really think I’m going to let her go? She’s mine now, Jacob. She belongs to me. She left you, Jacob. She doesn’t want you. You don’t get the girl this time.”
“What are you talking about? What does that even mean? I’ve never taken anything away from you, Jeffrey. Besides, don’t you think Abby should have some say in this?”
“I can’t very well just let her go now…so, no, that decision does not rest with her. As far as whether you’ve taken anything away from me, if you think back far enough some events from our childhood may ring a bell.”
“What are you talking about, Jeffrey? What did I ever take away from you? I did nothing to you!”
“That’s right, Jake, you did nothing. You never lifted a finger to help me in any way. You just sat there watching and laughing. You think I don’t remember?”
“Jeffrey, The last thing I would have ever done is laugh, you know that!”
I can see it in his eyes, he’s still laughing at me.
As usual he was still pretending to care, still acting out the part of my brother, the only person I’d ever truly loved and trusted, but he was mocking me. I could see it all over his smug face.
“It’s too late now, Jake. I’ve heard all of your excuses. It’s over.”
“What excuses? What are you talking about?”
“I’ve had it with your bullshit, Jake. I’ve put up with it for years. You, begging me for help then turning right around and blaming me when things would all fall apart. And now you’re telling me that I’m the sadist and I’m the one that has gone too far. You may have thought that you could fool me, but I’ve always been able to see exactly what you think of me. If you think that I don’t realize what you’re saying and thinking about me…that you judge my work here and what happened when our father died…you’re crazier than he was.”
I could tell he was trying to come up with a response that would get him and his little slut out the front door, but there was no way I was going to let that happen.
“What do you want, Jeffrey?”
I looked over at Abby in all of her bullshit sincerity and actually contemplated answering her question. But the thing was, I didn’t actually know what I wanted anymore. At first, when I was standing in for Jake in my usual role as his dick, I thought she was a pretty perfect submissive, really. She had that sad, self-deprecating thing going on where she would do anything for a guy just so she felt wanted. And then, when I fucked her the second time, I knew I wanted her all for myself. I did the work of setting everything up and getting her here, and it was just dumb luck that the elk jumped in front of her car when it did. But ultimately I knew that if I brought her here, Jake wouldn’t be able to stay away. I wanted…what I really wanted…
“Answer her, Jeffrey. What do you want from us?”
God, I hated him so much. I should just push them both over the banister one right after the other. I didn’t ever want to have to see the accusing looks on either one of their faces again.
“What I want is to be appreciated for once, for all my efforts to not continuously go unnoticed. I just want a little bit of respect! Is that too goddamned much to ask, Jacob? I want you both here. You are both staying here! Neither one of you is getting out that front door alive.”
Just as Jake came at me I tried to push him through the landing railing that was right behind him, but because of the momentum that little bastard had when he ran at me we both just landed on the floor in front of the staircase. I held his arms down with my knees as I got a grip on his throat.
“You really think I’m stupid, don’t you? I’ve known you our whole life and I know how much you changed toward me after dad died. I can see how much you despise me now. How you still blame me!”
“It wasn’t me that changed, Jeffrey, it was you. I never despised you or blamed you for anything. How can you even think that?”
“You’re lying. Why won’t you ever admit it? You seriously think I don’t know that you hate me? For once tell me the truth!”
“I don’t hate you, Jeffrey. I could never hate you.”
“Jake, I saw you! I saw the look on your face when you watched! You couldn’t even stand to look at me afterwords like it was my fault, that I was the sick one! You knew what he was doing to me! You watched the whole thing!”
I wrapped my hands around his throat and watched his ugly fucking face as I squeezed the life out of him. It was beyond me how anyone could ever confuse me with this pathetic excuse for a human being. I watched him gasp for breath and look up at me with those sad, begging eyes and that just fueled my rage.
“I never blamed you for anything, Jeffrey. I knew how much he hurt you and I never blamed you…”
“I knew this day was going to come. That you would find some tramp and run off with her and leave me here. I’ve known all along that you were just waiting for any excuse to get rid of me. I was only ever good enough to be your standin, but you never wanted me around for anything other than that!”
“That’s…not…true Jeffrey. How…can you…say that? You were my best…friend. You’ve always been my best friend…”
“But you still won’t admit it! You still won’t look me in the eye and tell me why you hate me so much!”
“Please…I love you, Jeffrey.”
I grabbed Jake’s throat and put all my weight down onto it then felt something hit me on the side of the head and before I knew it I was falling backwards down the stairs. As I tumbled down the stairs, flashes of images, memories of Jake and me that I hadn’t thought about since I was a kid, came rushing into my head.
Jake…always so silly…racing cars and always letting me win…and cheering for both of us. His scared face at night…crawling in bed with me…because he felt safe with me. His arms around me…for hours…after our dad finally left us alone in my room…
The images stopped when I felt cold, hard marble underneath me and blacked out.
15
ABBY
I watched Jeffrey go careening backwards down the stairs and to my horror I heard Jake screaming his name as he lurched toward the staircase, trying to stop his brother from falling. After watching what had just gone on between the two of them, the last thing I wanted in the world was to hurt Jake, but that’s just what I had done when I tried kill Jeffrey. I had no idea what had happened to them in their childhood, but I knew it had lifelong effects on both of them, and they were both suffering.
My heart broke as I watched Jake run down the stairs after his brother. He hovered over Jeffrey’s broken body that now lay, all crumpled and bleeding, on the coldest, darkest floor in the most lonely
house I had ever been in. Jake looked up at me, then back down at his brother like a little kid that didn’t know what to do. He just kept touching Jeffrey gently and telling him everything was going to be ok.
Jeffrey was still breathing but he was losing a lot of blood and his leg was bent backwards in the wrong direction. And even though I knew he was a sadistic lunatic, I couldn’t just let him die. I also couldn’t stand by and watch while Jake was in so much pain. It was obvious how much his brother still meant to him, and no matter how messed up this whole situation was, I realized that they were both terrified of a lot of the same things that scared me, and they both deserved my help.
“Jake where’s the phone?”
“There’s one on the desk through that door,” he said as he looked up at me in a daze, his eyes red and filled with tears. I ran into the next room and called for an ambulance and the police.
While we waited I sat on the floor with Jake and held his hand.
“I’m not going to tell the police what happened here, Jake. As far as I’m concerned it was an accident.”
“Why?” he asked as he looked up at me with eyes that were still filled with tears.
“I don’t know. I just don’t feel like it’s going to help me to send Jeffrey off to prison. I just want to go home and forget about everything that happened here…and I trust you to do the right thing.”
I could tell that last part stung him a bit, so I squeezed his hand, trying to reassure him even though I was having a hard time believing what had just come out of my own mouth.
“I do mean it, Jake.”
After the ambulance came and took Jeffrey away and the police were informed about the accident, Jake brought me my suitcase with all of my clothes in it. Apparently my car had been totaled in the accident, so as soon as I changed Jake got his car and took me home.
It was a long, quiet drive back into the city and of course, it was raining, just like it had been when I’d tried to run away from my problems. It dawned on me as we wove through the traffic in the dim light of dusk that I had literally taken my problems with me. I had no idea what to say to Jake as he pulled up to my apartment, though. We sat in front of the building with the engine running for a while, then I put my hand on his arm.
“Jake…”
“You don’t have to say anything Abby. I know how hard this has all been on you.” He turned and looked at me and I could still see traces of the sadness and tears that had been pouring out for hours. But there was nothing I could do for him. Whatever happened throughout his life, and events that took place up at that house were all things he needed to come to terms with on his own. I couldn’t fix Jake. The only person I could fix was myself, and I needed all the strength in me to do that. Jake needed to find his own way to happiness, and as much as I wanted to reach out and touch him, to hold his face in my hands and kiss away the sadness, I had to let go.
“I will always be here for you, Jake. Please remember that,” I said as I opened the car door and stepped back into my old life. It was the same old apartment on the same old street, but I felt like a completely different person. I looked back at Jake as he pulled away, and I hoped harder than I ever had in my life that he was going to be ok.
16
ABBY
It’s been almost a year since the events that took place in that house with Jake and Jeffrey and if I had felt like a different person the day I left, I was almost completely unrecognizable now - to myself, at least. I knew I still had a long way to go, but so much of the fear or anxiety that I used to carry around with me, and was so used to wielding as a weapon against myself, was just gone. And as crazy as it sounded I had Jake and Jeffrey and those weeks in their creepy old house to thank for it. For getting me started off in the right direction, anyway. If I hadn’t been forced to deal with all my fears, I probably would have gone on running from one guy to the next for God knows how many more years, not even realizing that what I was really trying to run away from was myself.
I hadn’t talked to Jake since that day he brought me home from his brother’s house and I still didn’t know the whole story about what happened in his childhood or what had gone on between he and his brother, but I believed everything he told me the day we tried to escape through that house together. I hoped I would see him again someday, but more than anything I just wanted him to be happy.
Throughout the last year I’ve spent hours alone, walking through the city streets and getting lost in the crowds, or driving down long forested roads and stopping to take peaceful walks in the woods while contemplating my life and my own choices. I would go to movies by myself and enjoy the dark solitude or I’d go to concerts alone and get lost in the music. I did think every once in a while that it would be nice to share these things with someone, and I knew I would one day, but it was also really nice to be able to enjoy being alone.
One day I decided to go to a coffee shop that was not far from my apartment, and that Jake and I used to frequent. I’d been avoiding it for quite some time, but it suddenly sounded like such a nice, cozy place to do some writing. I brought my laptop with me and got some coffee and a piece of cake, then sat down to write my newest romance, yet another variation on my theme of a tall dark man who whisks the young heroine away, when I heard a familiar voice say my name.
“Abby.”
I looked up and was immediately lost in those dark eyes that had never left my memory. But instead of the sadness and pain that I had seen in them the day Jake drove me home, his eyes had a soft smile around the edges and a little bit of a twinkle that made my heart skip a beat.
“Jake,” I said, smiling up at him. “How are you?” I asked, barely able to contain my excitement.
“I’m doing really well, Abby. Really well. I hope I’m not bothering you. I just saw you sitting here and wanted to say hi.”
“No, of course you’re not bothering me. Do you want to sit down?” I asked, gesturing to the empty chairs at the table. He smiled the sweetest and warmest smile I had ever seen come from his beautiful lips and sat in one of the chairs right next to me, never once taking his eyes off mine.
“So what have you been up to these last few months? How long has it been since…”
“It’s been eleven months…almost a year…since I left that house for the very last time,” he said as he looked down at his hands on the table. He looked up at me again like he was about to say something but seemed to stop himself. I kept my eyes on his as he shifted in his chair a few times and looked back down at his hands. I could tell he was nervous but wasn’t sure if it was because of me or something else. I closed my laptop and put it in my bag. I wanted to talk to him without any distractions.
“You don’t have to do that, Abby. I didn’t want to bother you.”
“It’s no bother at all, really. I was about to quit for the day anyway. I really am glad to see you, Jake,” I said as I moved one of my hands over to his, sliding it on top of them and giving them a little squeeze like he had done to make me feel more comfortable the first time we met. He seemed to relax a little as he looked at me and smiled that incredible smile of his. It seemed like there was a newness to him, like something dark had been lifted and he could finally breathe.
“Can we go somewhere else and talk, Abby?” he asked with a slight look of trepidation in his eyes. I had never really noticed it before, maybe because I was always so entranced by them, but for someone who could command me so easily with a glance, he sure gave a lot of himself away with those same eyes.
“Of course. Where would you like to go?”
“Just somewhere a little more quiet.”
“We could go back to my apartment if you want,” I said, hoping I wasn’t sounding too forward.
“Are you still living in the same place?”
“Yeah, I thought about moving after…well, after I got home, but I decided to stay. I’ve really just been taking some time for myself for the last year and my little apartment is so cozy and familiar. It’s been a big he
lp.”
“I always did like your place. It never felt cold, like my house sometimes feels…or the house I grew up in.”
“Jake you don’t have to talk about any of that if you don’t want to…”
“I do want to Abby. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve picked up the phone to call you. I’ve wanted to talk to you…to see you…for so long, and to tell you everything. Everything that’s been happening with me all these months…as well as what happened in the past. I told you that I didn’t expect you to want to have anything to do with me after…well, after everything that happened at that house, and I meant it. I don’t want to pressure you in any way to see me or talk to me, but I’ve thought about you so many times since it all happened. And, even though this is still pretty scary for me…talking about my childhood and what happened with Jeffrey…there is no one I would rather talk to about it…about anything…than with you.”
It was amazing how different he seemed. More at ease and more genuinely happy, but still with the warmth and kindness that had originally drawn me to him. In fact, even a little more. Part of me didn’t want to rush into anything, though, and this was the perfect way to test out the new me. The one that wasn’t afraid or desperate or full of bad jokes about herself. But another part of me felt like loving him didn’t make me weak or desperate, and I knew I just had to go with what felt right.
“I’ve thought about you a lot too, Jake. In fact, I never really did stop thinking about you, not while I was at that house or in all the months since then. I questioned my sanity quite a few times when I found myself still drawn to you, even after everything that you…or Jeffrey…had done to me. But now I know…the feelings I had for you never died. It was always you…”
I drifted off for a moment, not entirely sure what I was trying to say, but I took a deep breath and continued, knowing that, no matter what, it would all come out right eventually.
“I’ve wondered many times how you were doing and I’ve really hoped that I would see you again. And I don’t want you to worry about what I think of you…or for you to be afraid to talk to me. I do want to talk to you, Jake. The thing is…I honestly don’t know if I’ve ever even had to forgive you…because…no matter what happened, no matter how bad things got with Jeffrey…I always forgave him…because I thought it was you. After I got home I was still angry with him for what he had done, and confused about your part in all of it, but when I thought about how easy it was for me to excuse his actions in the middle of it all, it really made me think about what it all meant. And what I eventually realized…for myself anyway…is that…feelings are kind of tricky. You can’t decide how you’re going to feel about something. It just happens. And sometimes no matter how hard you try, you can’t change the way you feel. I figured that I had spent enough of my life beating up on myself over things I couldn’t control…and letting go of my anger toward myself actually helped me let go of my anger toward your brother. But I never felt anger towards you, Jake. I don’t know why…but I never did.”
