Silent Screams

This chapter will be taken from Gabriel’s and Jason’s point of view I was hoping I could switch from Gabriel to Jason’s point of view every few chapters, or have both of their point of views in one chapter. It really depends on the chapter and how I’m feeling!

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This is my second time posting this chapter cause I have to say “IT SUCKED” I wrote it at 4 in the morning and let me tell you I’m never doing that again!!! LOL so I went over it and changed some things.

This chapter will start off with Jason dreaming about the night his mom committed suicide.

Silent Screams--Chapter 4

Jason’s POV

~~~~Dream~~~~

“Mom I’m home.” I called as I dropped my school bag on the floor by the front door.

“Mom?” I called again, when I didn’t get an answer. Where could she be I wondered as I slowly descended up the stairs to her room. I sighed in relief as I peered inside, seeing her sleeping form.

I walked quietly to her bed and was about to shake her, when I heard the steady drip of a liquid of some sort. Looking down I saw the cause, blood. “Mom?” I whispered , as I reached over and pulled the covers away from her body. I screamed as I gazed upon her lifeless body, backing away until I hit the wall. I slowly sank to my knees, hugging myself I cried rocking back and forth,

“Didn’t you love me, what did I do?” I whispered as I slowly sank into the welcoming darkness of loneliness. . .


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“Jason”, someone calling my name, shaking me, I murmured some incorrect mumble. “Jason, come on you have to wake up!”

I opened my eyes, blinking a few times as I tried to comprehend where I was. Gabriel, picture, shower, bed, it all came flooding back to me.


“Okay, okay, I’m awake,” I grumbled as I pushed Gabriel’s hands of me. Sitting up I came face to face with him, He was smiling, I was scowling. Stupid happy people.

“I washed your clothes for you, they’re at the end of the bed.” he stated as he pointed to them. I nodded. “I’ll make breakfast, you can eat after you have a shower, well that is if you want one?” I nodded again, completely at lost for words, what had I done to deserve this kindness?

“Are you okay?” he asked, his honey brown eyes filling up with worry, “You’re not talking, did I upset you?”

“No, its just I don’t…” I cut myself short, I was about to say I didn’t deserve this, but had decided against it, I was sick and tired of this man always seeing me at my weak points. I looked down not letting him see my eyes.

He nodded, obviously knowing what I was going to say. “Well just come out, have a shower then eat breakfast okay?”

“Okay.” I agreed.

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I sighed as the hot water ran over my body.

I lathered the wash cloth that Gabriel had given me with soap. Running it over my tainted, dirty skin, going over my scarred forearms, tracing each one, I had started cutting when I was thirteen, it dulled the emotional pain, the feel of the blade running across my pale skin, staining my skin with crimson blood , reminding me that I was in fact still alive, and could feel.

Brushing my fingers across the one scar that had almost cost me my life, I recalled the memories, I was 15, my best, and only friend, Jerrica had found me on my bathroom floor bleeding to death.

Sighing, I ripped the scab off of the more fresher ones that had been begging to heal. And did the same with a couple others. I love the feel of pain.
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Gabriel’s POV
After I had gotten Jason all situated for a shower I grabbed a sketch book and went to the kitchen. Sitting down at the table I started sketching a random item. lost in the sketch I didn’t notice Jason sit down across from, I glanced up taking in his midnight black hair that fell loosely around his face, his face which supported narrow cheekbones, a firm jaw, and full lips. He had pale skin, and eyes that could hypnotize the devil, with there icy blue coldness. He wore the same clothes as yesterday, a tight fitting black top, and some nice blue jeans, which hugged his almost feminine figure.

“Hi,” I said simply, “want some breakfast, I could make you an omelette?”

He nodded.

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Jason’s POV
I ate my omelette in peace, pondering my thoughts, again asking that question. Why does Gabriel treat me so nicely? I didn’t get it, I’m a whore, I’m not nice to him? And I haven’t done anything to make him like me, did I? It’s not like I sucked him off or anything. If you asked me I would say I was more of a burden to this guy. Most people like it when others are nice to them, I hate it you let your guard down, letting them see into your soul your shell forgotten as they read your emotions like an open book, page after page. The only person I have ever felt comfortable with is my best friend Jerrica , she was actually my only friend anyone else I pushed away refusing to have anything to do with theerrierrica is the only one that knows about my ‘secret life’. Speaking of my secret life my father is going to pissed if I don’t bring extra money, for staying at a someone’s house when I’m supposed to be working.

“Will you stop that.” I asked suddenly looking up at Gabriel who had been staring at me. I wasn’t surprised to see a hint of lust in those honey brown eyes.

“Sorry.” he apologized as he looked down at the table. I smirked I could use this to my advantage .

“Well if you like what you see then how about you give me 2 hundred dollars for that stupid picture and we could have a good fuck?” I said as I looked him up and down, when my eyes finally met his I gasped , they were glaring at me as if I had just committed the worst crime ever.

He shook is head. “I’m not looking for a ‘good fuck’, I was merely supplying you with a meal and a shower, and I have no interest in your personal life.”

“Can I use your phone?” I asked coldly, looking down at the table, this guy had a knack for making me feel young and idiotic!

“Yeah its over there on the counter.” he stated, pointing at the phone. I got up and walked over to it. Dialling the number to my house.

“Hello?” My father said on the other side of the line.

“Hi, Alec.” I refused to call him dad, or father, and I think he liked that better.

“Where the fuck are you Jason,” He growled, I sighed its almost as if he was worried. “Are you still working? you better be getting paid extra”

“Um that’s the thing I’m not.” I said quietly, I hurried to continue before he could blow up at me. “I’m really sorry Alec, I… he won’t pay me extra, and its not his fault I collapsed in his bathroom.”

“I don’t fucking care! your getting extra money, I expect about five hundred dollars when you come home or your not aloud in,” he said hanging up.

I hung the phone up, five hundred dollars that’s impossible, I only made 250 last night , he had said that was all I needed last night and that I could take tonight off, guess I screwed that up. I felt the burning in my eyes and knew I was about to cry, god I was turning into a fucking baby!

“You okay?” I felt Gabriel’s hand rest lightly on my shoulder. Yet again I could use this to my advantage I thought as I stepped back, leaning against his chest. I grabbed his hand off my shoulder and slowly dragged it down my chest, to my crotch, I rubbed with his hand and moaned his name. I felt him tense and he tried to take his hand away from me.

“Jason stop,” He said sternly.

“Nope.” I said forcefully as I spun myself around so I was facing him, and pushed towards the counter and pushed him against it. I let go of his hand and hooked my arms around his shoulders, bringing myself up to his height I whispered into his ear, my lips brushing against it making him shiver.

“fuck me”