Jake

CHAPTER FOUR

*Sam, please pick up the phone! I need to talk to you! Your housemates won’t let me in!*

After a moment his phone beeped in return

*Fuck off Jake.*

Jake hung his head feeling defeated. “No luck?” Kyle asked his friend.

Jake shook his head. “She just keeps telling me she doesn’t want to talk. This time she told me to fuck off.”

“Well what you did was shitty as fuck, man,” Kyle stated plainly. “You can’t blame her.”

“It wasn’t me!” Jake cried desperately.

“Alright dude,” Kyle replied sarcastically.

Jake ignored his jab and pulled up a fresh text message and began typing.

*Sam, please… let me just explain. It wasn’t me! I would never do that to you! I LOVE YOU!*

After a moment her reply came.

*HOW CAN YOU TELL ME IT WASN’T YOU?! I SAW YOU! WITH MY OWN EYES! You saw ME! And you didn’t even CARE!*

He tried again.

*Sam, please believe me. It wasn’t me… please just let me come see you… so we can talk in person…*

Her reply.

*Fuck off Jake. I never want to speak to you again. We’re done. Have a nice life.*

“FUCK!” Jake slammed his phone on his desk as he yelled. As he did the light bulbs in the room suddenly exploded.
“Shit!” Kyle yelled. Both boys paused, frozen. “What in the hell?”

Jake sat motionless.

“Jake… did you…” Kyle sat puzzled. The room was silent for a moment and then Kyle thought he heard a sound. He couldn’t quite identify it at first, but he was pretty sure it had come from Jake. “Jake?” The sound got louder. He was crying. Kyle suddenly realized that there was quite some commotion from out in the hall in front of their room. He rose out of his chair and walked across the room. He opened the door into a dark hallway where several of his peers were standing around confused.

“They all just popped,” one boy said.

“The whole building?” Kyle asked.

“Yeah, man… it’s weird,” another replied.

“Hm.” Kyle turned and shut the door. “Jake, man, you blew up all the lights in the building.”

Still no response.

“Jake!” This time Kyle demanded an answer.

“It’s not fair,” Jake said quietly.

“What isn’t?”

Jake lifted his head from his desk and wiped his eyes. “It wasn’t supposed to happen… It wasn’t me… I love her…”

Kyle was getting tired of this ‘it wasn’t me’ business. He shifted his weight to one leg and then said, “Jake, if it wasn’t you, then who the fuck was it? Sure as hell wasn’t the boogieman… sure as hell wasn’t me.”

“No, Kyle… I know it was me… it was my body, but… it wasn’t me. I blacked out.”

“You had too much to drink.”

“No, it was like… like I was asleep or something.”

“You were sleepwalking?” Kyle asked skepticism seeping in his voice.

“No… Yes, I mean… I think she did it.”

“She who, did what?” Kyle asked growing impatient.

“Jessi. I think she did it to me somehow.”

“That’s impossible,” Kyle stated.

“Any more impossible than me stopping three bullets in front of my face?” Jake challenged.

Kyle paused. “I guess you’re right.”
“I know I am,” Jake stated. He ran his hand through his hair and said, “And now Sam won’t talk to me.”

“Yeah well, I think you have bigger problems to worry about, man,” Kyle said.

Jake knew what he meant. “That by itself should be enough to prove it wasn’t me. You think I’m crazy enough to risk getting a girl pregnant like that?”

“Heat of the moment?” Kyle suggested.

“No, man. I think they’re after me again.”

“Why? Because some crazy psycho bitch you used to know hypnotized you, raped you, and made you give her your baby-making juice?”

Jake shot to his feet knocking his chair over with a loud crash. “She didn’t rape me, you fuckhole!” he yelled angrily.

Kyle put his hands up, “Okay, man, geeze, I was just kidding.”

“I’m not.”

“Sorry.”

There was a moment of silence before Jake continued. “She said something about her boss…”

“What do you mean?” Kyle asked when Jake didn’t continue.

“I don’t know. She said something right before she left, about how he would be really happy about what had happened.”

“Her boss cares who she fucks?” Kyle asked doubtfully.

“No, her boss would care if she’s carrying my kid,” Jake suggested.

“Why in the fuck would…”

“Because if she can make me do things against my will, that mean’s she can probably do what I can… if not more… and if I can do what I can do… that would make a greater chance that a kid would definitely have those traits.”

“Weird,” Kyle said. “Most people would apply their breeding hobbies to dogs.”

“Yeah well, this guys isn’t most people.”

Suddenly there was a knock at their door. Kyle answered it. A girl stood on the other side with a cardboard box in her hands. “Hey,” she said. “Here are a couple light bulbs for your room.”

“Thanks,” Kyle said as he took the bulbs from the girl and slipped back into his room. “It was the RA.”

“Yeah I heard.”

“So what now?”

“Usually, you take the cover off, and unscrew the old bulb…”

“No, jackass,” Kyle interrupted.

Jake chuckled softly for the first time since he got home the previous night. “I dunno. I have a lot of thinking to do.”

* * * * *

“I got him,” she beamed proudly in front of the gray-haired man. He was in his 60’s but still look very young for his age. Despite the fact that he had grayed he had a full head of thick hair. He was of medium stature, and a physically fit body type.

He stood looking at Jessi who was awaiting his response. “Very good, my girl.”

She smiled. “Yep, nine months from now… you’ll have yourself a bona fide guinea pig!”

He hadn’t responded excitedly like she had hoped he would. Instead he said, “Perhaps. There is a possibility the child will be diseased like him.”

She frowned. “What happens if it is?”

The gray-haired man shrugged. “Well kill it and start again.”

The expression on her face more than displayed her distaste for this idea. Not because she cared for any child that would be born, but because she didn’t want to have to go through the pain of carrying again.

He saw her expression and said, “Don’t worry, I may just have him breed with some of the others as insurance.”

“The others?” she asked confused. “But they’re so young… how will…”

He cut her off. “How many pregnant fourteen-year-olds are there in the United states alone, Jessi? Huh?” She didn’t reply. “It’s no different. In fact, its better, because they will be in a controlled, monitored environment.”

“They won’t be strong enough to convince him,” she stated quietly.

“I’m aware. That’s while you’ll have to help them,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Help Jake fuck a fourteen-year-old? Yuck.”

“It must be done, Jessi. If your conception fails to prove successful, we can’t afford to kept trying every 9 months.”

She nodded her understanding.