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♥Chapter 5: ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴜʀᴛꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴋɴᴇᴇ♥

✿Kennedy✿

I have two options; barge straight into Jake's room and say 'thank you for the inhaler' or just wait until breakfast.

I want to see him right now.

I mean he got me a freaking inhaler. And it's also the colour yellow. No one got me an inhaler before except Gary.

I should go and say 'thank you' right now. Better late than never, amirite?

I creep towards Jake's room across mine. The door's closed but I can hear talking on the other side.

My eyes widen as I press my ear on the door. I don't want to eavesdrop and trust me, I'm a really good girl but if you wanna take over the world, you gotta collect info and get ready to use it against the person.

The other reason is obviously that I want to hear more of Jake's smooth and deep voice.

I press my lips together as I try deciphering the words he says. Was he on the phone?

I can only hear a frequent 'yes' or a 'no'. He isn't talking much.

Disappointment washes over me as he stops talking altogether.

I strain my ears to hear anything else.

Maybe I've gone suddenly deaf that's why I can't hear him—the door pulls away from me. My body loses balance and almost falls face-first. A gasp escapes my lips as I regain myself. I look up and yelp when I meet the eyes of a glaring Jake.

"Oh heyyy, Jake." I drawl.

His eyes are so beautiful. And scary.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He asks, not so politely.

Realizing I have been caught spying on him, I decide to do the best that I can.

I place my hands on my hips, glaring up at him, "What are you doing? Huh? Sneaking around and talking to people you aren't supposed to?"

His eyebrows pull together in a frown.

"What if you go to jail?" I question.

His eyes turn dark with anger as his jaw clenches, "If you tell Alex anything about this, I'm gonna make you regret stepping foot in Manhattan, got it?" He threatens.

I blink in surprise. A, he calls his dad by his first name? B, he was actually talking to someone he wasn't supposed to?

"Did you just call your dad by his first name?" I question.

He raises an eyebrow, "So?"

I furrow my eyebrows. If ever call my dad by his first name, he'd get so sad. My mom would break my legs for that.

I shake my head. 

A small blush rises through my cheeks, "I um just wanted to say thank you for the inhaler. Also, I didn't hear anything and was only acting that way to cover up for spying on you."

When he doesn't reply, I look up to see him blankly gazing at me.

"Say something?" I suggest, "People usually say 'your welcome'."

The door slams shut on my face.

I stare at the flat wood before pouting.

Feeling lonely all of a sudden, I walk back into my room and pull out my suitcase. I take out my old laptop from it and plug in the charger, flicking it on. Scrolling through various files in there, I come upon a set of videos and click the first one.

The images immediately come to life along with the voices of the people whom I loved the most.

"I'm recording my daughter and husband sleeping. Oh, my look at that drool." My mother's disgusted tone whispers. The video shows a five-year-old me lying on my dad's stomach with drool coming out both our mouths.

"Last time, they drew a mustache on my face and now it's payback." Mom continues to whisper. A hand appears in the video holding a sharpie as mom moves towards the sleeping figures and draws a horrible mustache on both our faces, making sure to not wake us up. "Payback's a female dog, fellows."

Another video pulls up with dad chasing mom and me around the house with whipped cream slapped to his face.

"It was mommy's idea!" Little me squeals as he almost cathes me.

"You little snitch!" Mom yells at me, laughing, "You promised you would take the blame!"

"You promised dad won't run after me!" I shoot back.

A sudden 'oomph' comes out of little me when she doesn't see the wall in front of her and runs into it.

A small laugh comes out of my mouth as I watch mom and dad rush towards little me, lying on the floor and crying my eyes out.

  "Aww it's okay, Ken," Dad says wiping my tears, "You want me to punch the wall for hurting you?" He asks then fake punches the wall. Behind him, mom makes crying noises making it seem as if the wall is crying.

Oh mama, they truly thought of me as the dumb kid.

Darn them for making me believe walls actually cry by hitting them. Because of them, I broke my finger three times before they finally told me the truth.

After watching a few more videos of mom and dad, a knock sounds on my door. I wipe the tears that escaped my eyes before shutting off my laptop.

"Yes?" I call out.

The door opens, showing Alex on the threshold of the door. His cop uniform missing, instead, he wore a white tee and black joggers. "Dinner?"

I hop off the bed, trying to hide any signs of my earlier sweating my eyes. "Whatcha cooking?" I ask.

He smiles, "I got you your donuts."

My eyes widen. "Really?" I squeal out loud. "Gary told me not to eat those. Take that, motherlover! He can't even snatch it out of my hands. He's like on the other side of the country." I snicker.

Alex halts in his place. "Wait what? He told you not to eat donuts?"

"Yup." I nod moving towards the door, shrugging, "but why should I listen to him?"

He raises an eyebrow, "Because he's your doctor...?"

"Is he though?" I raise my eyebrows, "You sure he's not some homicidal wicked scientist trying to investigate turtle butts?"

Alex rubs the back of his neck. "I don't know. Maybe I should ask him."

"What? No! Are you crazy? He'll kill me!" I start panicking.

Alex shakes his head before following me downstairs into the kitchen to my precious donuts.

✯✯✯

The next day's a Friday and I'm glad I get to sleep late. It's not like I was awake the whole night, I just love my sleep and get all animal mode if someone wakes me up too early.

Unless they offer food.

I freshen up and get dressed in a white t-shirt and a pink skirt. I always have skirts with pockets so that I can keep my inhaler in there all the time.

I skip downstairs towards breakfast not before trying to spy on Jake's room. It's dead silent in there.

Alex is in his cop uniform, ready to leave for work.

So that leaves me all alone in the house after breakfast.

I don't mind. I play with my plush toys and watch some TV. I even try to find my knives that Alex so secretly hid. He's really scared about how I'm going to murder people. Or maybe he didn't want me to hurt myself.

After a few minutes of me messing around the living room, footsteps thud down the stairs and my eyes go wide.

Wasn't I supposed to be home alone?

Jake's huge body appears from the staircase, and I internally have a heart attack at how he scared the freaking crap out of me. I didn't even have my defence moves ready.

His hair isn't combed, and his face pulls into the same blank expression. He wears a dark grey hoodie with black jeans that makes me think of a model I saw in a magazine. A male model of course.

His foot accidentally comes in contact with one of my small toys and he kicks it away, grumpily.

A gasp escapes my mouth as I spring up the carpeted floor and glare at him with my hands on my hips. "Excuse me, Miss. You just harassed my toy with your foot."

His eyes land on me, and my cheeks immediately turns pink at how his eyes weigh me down. God, he had gorgeous eyes. Would he mind if I poke them out?

He glares at me before walking towards the front door.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't see where I was going. I'll keep in mind next time." I grumble under my breath for him.

He whips around so fast it gives me a whiplash watching him.

"Are you fucking done?"

His deep angry tone sends shivers down my spine. I shyly look away. It's not like I'm scared of him, I just don't think I can bear looking into his eyes. I mean I have green eyes and I think they're really pretty, but Jake's sea-green ones put mine to absolute shame.

  "I'm just defending my bear," I say, looking at my poor plush bear.

His eyes flick towards the bear he had kicked. He then gazes at me. His eyes flick to my bare legs before a look masks his features that remind me of a hungry dog I saw out once on the street. Not that Jake looks exactly like that dog. He looks much pretty. Also, he's human.

I fiddle with my fingers, "Are you jealous of my legs?"

His eyes snap to mine with a frown, "What?"

"It's okay to be jealous. Many people don't usually get what they want. But I'm pretty sure your legs are great too. They look like they can break tree trunks. Have you ever tried? Wanna try it now?" 

"What the fuck are you talking about?" His frown deepens with his beautiful eyebrows creasing.

"I bet you can kick lungs out with your legs. Have you ever tried some fight moves? I know some pretty good dang moves that can make people beg for mercy. Not that I do hit people. Usually."

"I have some other moves I can show you." A small smug look crosses his face with a hint of suggestiveness.

"Yeah? Maybe we can have a dual and show each other our moves then." I raise my fists, ready to fight him.

His smirk drops and he goes back to his glaring state. "You're stupid, aren't you?"

"Was that the best you got?" I raise my eyebrows. "I got a better one." I clear my throat before putting on my best big bully face. "You look like a skunk farted on your face."  

His glare hardens as he turns around, walking away from me to the front door.

Yeah, walk away in shame. Feel that burn!

Before he can place his hand on the door handle, the door bursts in, making Jake stumble back.

"Who let the dogs out?" Corey yells as he struts into the house with his charming grin.

His eyes land on my big plush Yoda near the door, and I think he almost passes out.

He places a hand on his heart. "Oh my, that shit scared the life out of me for a second. I thought that was a bulldog or something."

Toothy follows Corey close behind and gazes at the Yoda with a small frown. "Thank God not. Dogs hate you." She says.

Corey slaps Jake's shoulder in greeting, "Wassup?"

Jake glares in response.

Corey's eyes land on me, and he smiles wider, "Kennedyyy!."

I feel myself get excited, "Hi!"  

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Jake seeths, glaring at Corey.

Toothy shuts the door behind her.

"I don't know, man." Corey shrugs. "Got bored at home so decided to come here."

"Get out." Jake snaps.

"Now, now," Corey speaks, giving a slight shake of his head. "You don't treat guests like that."

"Guests, my fucking ass."

I almost faint at Jake's deep voice that rumbles through his chest. Why am I acting like this? Did Gary inject me with something?

Corey walks into the living room, "I didn't know you were decorating the house." He gazes around at my toys. "What's the theme? Toy factory?"

"These are mine." I smile proudly. 

"That's a lot of toys." He whistles before adding. "For an adult." which almost makes me attack him.

"They're cute." Toothy mumbles. She wore a pretty pink summer dress which compliments her long legs. Her hair's tied into a messy ponytail and man I wish I had straight hair like her.

Instead, I got gifted with Hagrid's beard.

That's in the colour red.

"What if I light one on fire?" Corey asks and I almost break out to attack him again.

"You wanna light my toy on fire?" My mouth parts open in horror.

He turns towards me with hands raised, "Kidding, kidding."

"But I wanna light something on fire." He adds then looks around the living room. "Got something to light on fire, Jake?"

"Your dick," Jake grumbles.

"Nah, it's already pretty hot," Corey replies.

"Just shut the fuck up if you wanna stay here." Jake glares.

"I have something that you can light on fire." I raise my hand. Jake shoots a glare in my direction that makes me look away from him.

Corey grins, "Cool. What's it?"

"I'll go get it," I say before rushing up the stairs as carefully as possible. I take a few pumps of my inhaler once I was at the top and breathe for a while. When that was done, I open my suitcase and search for the stack of papers.

Finding them, I rush back downstairs and hand Corey them.

Corey reads the first line on the first page, "Gabriel's list of rules that needs to be followed- don't you dare throw this away."

I shrug, "He didn't say I couldn't burn them."

"Who's Gabriel?" Corey asks.

"My son," I reply.

All eyes turn on me.

"Eh not really." I laugh. "He's more like a doctor to me."

Corey nods before smiling, "This stack will do. Jake where are the matches?"

"Does it fucking look like I carry matches around?" Jake glares. Why is he always glaring? He must have a glaring syndrome.

"Well, why don't you?" Corey asks him before walking into the kitchen to find the matches.

After a few moments, we all stand in the backyard with Corey lighting up three matches at once and holding the stack of papers in front of him. He lit them on fire from below before placing them on the stone ground and letting them burn.

Farewell Gary's list of dumb rules. I will never miss you.

Gary's going to kill me.

The smoke rises around us, and a sudden realization crosses my head.

Smoke.

My lungs.

I hastily move back, not even watching my foot. The fit of coughs you get when smoke enters your lungs is just the worse.

I don't see the abandoned grill behind me and gasp when my foot gets tangled with the rod of it. My body goes down, landing hard on my butt and a sickening feeling breaks out in my knee.

I squeeze my eyes close and bite hard on my lip to stop from screaming or groaning.

"Oh shit. Are you okay?" Corey's voice reaches me.

Obviously not, you blind.

I try moving my leg and grimace when my knee hurt.

"This is fucking why I don't let you in my house." Jake's voice grumbles angrily towards Corey.

"Well, this is why you shouldn't leave your barbeque outside!" Corey fires back.

The smoke rises more until it reaches my nose and I inhale it. At first, nothing happens, but when the smoke continues going into my nostrils, a horrible fit of coughs rises through my mouth making my chest hurt painfully.

"Do something." Toothy snaps, waving a rag around my face to move the smoke away.

Wrong move Toothy. The rag smells like my grandma's vomit. I'm going to finally pass out.

"Fucking move," Jake mumbles, shoving Corey aside before moving towards me. His hands reach towards me, and I quickly bite my bottom lip when he tries picking me up without trying to move my knee.

It moves obviously.

A groan comes out of my mouth.

"If you fucking do something, I'm going to throw you in the trash," Jake warns me as we enter the house.

"I'm going to die." I groan, closing my eyes.

"Good riddance for me," He replies.

I open my eyes and glare at him while he lowers me down on the couch. He picks up a beanbag and sits down on it near my legs. A crease marks between his eyebrows, and I want to smoothen it with my finger.

His hand reaches towards my skirt, and I tense up. His fingertips lightly brush the bare skin on my leg as he moves my skirt a bit high to expose my knee to him. Oh mama, his skin. I really am going to die.

Corey and Toothy are right behind him and I suddenly feel like a frog being inspected under three scientists. 

Jake gazes at my knee for a moment, and I have a feeling he didn't know what's it called. Or maybe he forgot. Who knows?

"It's called a knee," I say and he frowns at me.

"Oh really?"

I nod, shyly looking down at my lap. His eyes do weird things to me. Weird. Ugh, I'm turning into weird Gary.

Jake's fingers brush the skin around my knee and I'm thinking of consulting a heart doctor with the way my heart's flopping around my chest. His fingers find the spot where it hurts, and he presses on it.

Pain shoots up my knee and my other leg flies, smacking him straight in the face.

My hands fly to my mouth with a gasp.

Toothy's mouth drops open wide in amusement and Corey bursts out laughing so hard, he started grabbing at Toothy's arm to keep himself up. Toothy slaps the back of his head for him to drop her arm.

Jake blinks before widening his eyes. His ocean eyes turn towards me in a hard glare.

"Instincts?" I say, offering him a sheepish smile.

After a few more painful moments with Jake's fingers inspecting my knee that made me feel both; pain and flutters in my stomach, he finally sits back with a conclusion.

"You must have torn your ligaments," He says.

"And how do you know that?" I question, "I might have a broken bone with fungus spreading inside my muscles that need to be cleaned and replaced with a new bone."

"He's studying medicine," Corey says and I blink in surprise at Jake.

"Really?" I ask. "Medicine? Not that that's a bad thing. Obliviously not. It's a good thing you're studying medicine. But you seem more like a mafia type of person." I say then quickly add, "Not that I know what a mafia looks like. I have no clue what a mafia even means. I don't know why I said that."

"This will need just a normal wrapping up," Jake says, ignoring me completely.

He stands up and walks towards the stairs, coming back with a ball of yarn.

Oh, wait. That's just bandages.

After wrapping it a bit tight around my knee, he stands up and moves to leave.

"Uh thank you," I call out but he's already disappeared on the staircase, ignoring me.

"He's always like that." Corey shrugs, moving to sit beside my legs while grabbing the TV remote. "Movies?" he asks, and I get excited.

Toothy sits on the other couch, silently watching whatever Corey is putting.

I've never watched movies with friends or literally anyone before. Except for my parents.

Are Corey and Toothy going to be my new friends?

✄ ✄ ✄ ✄

How are you liking the book so far? The book's gonna be so much better now that Corey's here!

What are your favourite tropes?

Words: 3,320

Date of posting: 19th March