Jacob

I made my way home from the market, carrying all the bags that have groceries or personal hygiene items that I would need. I pushed the door to my house open with my hip and entered, closing the door with my foot. I placed the bags on the top of the dining table before organizing it properly into the cupboards. Once I was finished, I plopped lazily on the couch and sighed, letting my pointless thoughts take over before I have to start working.

I have a perfect life, the perfect job, perfect simple house, perfect loving parents who spoil me to no end. Everyone would be thankful if they were in my place. But I don't like it. I hate how people assume that they know me just because I'm some rich man. All the girls I've dated so far were all just into me for the money, I dated some who were genuine at first but I can't really get into them. All I want is a simple wife who doesn't aspire to be one of the top richest or wants to serve me 24/7. I want a give and take relationship, a relationship where I feel equal to her and she's not trying to impress me by trying to be like a housemaid. I just can't seem to find her no matter how many girls I dated in high school, fate just doesn't want me to be completely happy. The girl of my dreams would be able to make my heart skip a beat with one single word, one single look. She would be in my mind the whole day and in my dreams the whole night. I wonder when will I find her, when will she show up in my life and be mine forever? When will she?

I got up and headed towards my home office. You see, I work for a sports magazine company it pays extremely well, especially if they take a liking to your article. In my case, they're just trying to suck up to my dad. My dad owns a separate company and I refuse to work there. I tried, once, and the employees took no time to hurry up and gossip about me. I quit soon after and swore to find a job on my own terms. Turns out my family name is quite hard to run from. My home phone ringed a few times before I picked it up and placed the hearing end to my ear.

"Hello?" I asked the person that called me. Nothing. The other line was completely silent except for the person's breathing, which is making me anxious and a bit paranoid. This just reminds me of a horror story that a high school best friend told me.

" Hello?" I asked one more time, this time trying to sound more many and assertive. Static noise is resounded with every breath. It sounds like, "breath...static...breath...static... " It's starting to creep me out so I just slowly hung up on the person and then went back to my room. My mobile phone ringed and I looked at the ID to see that it was my 16-year-old sister, Shaina, calling me. I quickly picked up, knowing that when she calls my phone, it's usually something bad. Because if she wants to talk she just comes instantly over without prior notice.

"H-Hello, J-Jacob, "Her voice was shaky and barely above a whisper. She was hiccuping mid sentences and it was obvious to me she was crying.

"Yeah, I'm here Shay .what's wrong? why are you crying?" I asked standing up and grabbing my car keys and heading towards the front door. I grabbed a coat and shrugged it on.

"Can you pick me up from Blake's house?" she asked and I answered with a simple mhm. Blake is my sister's boyfriend he's also one of those spoiled rich kids who thinks he can do whatever he wants. Needless to say, he lived a lot closer to my parents than I do.

I drove towards the village filled with lavish houses with the typical huge-ass garden just to show off how much land they actually own. I wondered what happened with Shay and her boyfriend, I met the kid once and he seemed decent, at first. She seemed really happy with him and when they were together, it was like everything's perfect in their eyes.

My sister wiped her tear-stained cheeks with her right hand as she held the cup of coffee in the other. I decided to take her to Starbucks since it is usually the place where I sit around to calm any sort of nerves. And right now, I could really tell that, even though she's crying, she really wants to throw a cow out the window. She cuddled more into the jacket that I gave her and released a deep sigh. I hate seeing her like this but sadly, Blake seems to just be another one of the douches that my sister dates.

"Alright sis, what did the little bitch do? " I asked her.

"H-he...W-well you know that today is like our eighth month of being together..."She said trailing off and looking at me for reassurance.

"Yeah," I said unsure of what she's trying to tell me.

"W-well, I went t-to his house t-to surprise him and wh-when I got there..."She paused for a moment and wiped her fresh tears that were pouring from her eyes."Wh-When I got there, I heard strange noises coming from his bedroom. I kept quiet the whole time I was walking towards his room and when I was close enough I recognized the voice were moans, loud and pleasure-filled moans." She stopped again and gazed at her coffee sadly, sniffling a bit."When I opened the door, I saw him there...w-with a girl riding him. They didn't even stop when they saw me." She was hiccuping and sniffling."They just smirked my way and continued on, as if teasing m..." I can't stop the rage that took over me and dragged her to my car. She was sobbing now the cup she was holding fell but the two of us can't be more bothered about it.

I pushed her in and proceeded to get in the driver's seat and I drove to Blake's house once more.I knocked impatiently and the sound of footsteps came closer to the door. The door swung open to reveal the person who caused my sister pain and who is now the fire to my boiling water. He was only in his boxers and his hair is sticking up everywhere, it was messy and it doesn't suit him one bit. He smirked smugly and leaned against the door frame, eyes raking over my body like a predator.

"Come to get a taste of me...?"He tried to say seductively. I was stuck in place, mouth a bit open and hands clenched into fists. What he said only cause my anger to rise.

"W-What?!" I was shaking with anger.

"You know, I always think that I had grabbed the wrong Twist child." He says stepping closer to me. I pressed him against the door frame and I swear I saw a look of fear cross his eyes but it was quickly covered by arrogance.

"You like it rough don't ya? I like it." He said wrapping his arms around my neck and tried to pull me closer so he could kiss me.

"Stop it!' I yelled and shrugged off his arms." I continue to glare at him, the only thing he did was show us a smirk. "Look here punk! I don't know what your deal is but never ever come near my sister again." I pushed him further into the door frame to add more threat to what I'm saying."Anything for you sexy," He winked, which made me almost barf on the spot. He's like 17 and I'm 21, that's like four years below me. yuck.

"Shut up kid," I released him before shoving him again and punching him straight on the face. It might sound like child abuse since he is a minor, but I have my sister to testimony for me say that I was protecting her. I walked back to my car and drove away towards the house of my parents, where Shaina stays.

She lives with them because she is still underage and she likes being spoilt by our parents, especially since she's mom's favorite. She left the car quietly and eyes stuck to the ground, shoulders quivering and eyes bloodshot. She ran across the massive garden and I just sighed before driving back to my own home.

I sighed happily as I saw my house come into view, it was the same when I left it. The door was locked and the windows all have the curtains over them. The place is perfectly simple and beautiful, I chose it myself.

I could marry it if I could. I love it to bits and pieces since I wasted two months of my pay just to buy the house unfurnished. The money I used to pay for my car is also from the same magazine job. My parents offered to pay but I was strict on refusing.

It's really hard after graduating high school, it's like high school is getting you ready to step into the boxing ring called depressing reality. My first day at work was horrible, I was jittery and my self-conceited personality just left me completely. I was a stuttering mess the whole job interview and my hand was shaking and sweating so badly that it could cause a whole tsunami to engulf the world. I really hated myself that day for being like a scared idiot. My father was very persistent insisting that I could always just work for him as I said, I'm done with being looked like I was spoiled rotten. It's time to prove I can actually survive on my own.

I parked in front of my house and just sat in my car for a few more moments. My house, My car, I think I could never get used to the fact that I now have the things that I bought, and not bought by mom or dad. I walked out of the car and noticed a tall, lean, and, probably, a muscular figure standing near Mrs. Paula's house. It was looking in my direction but I don't know where his gaze is really directed.

Just looking at the man sent an uncomfortable shiver down my spine. He pulled the hood of his jacket lower onto his face. I quickly entered my house and locked the front door along with all the windows. Stalking is one thing but if a tall and strange man is following you then I suggest to be prepared for anything. It may sound that I'm assuming too much but it pays to be careful.Today actually seemed normal all I did was work, shopping, and a confrontation with my sister's boyfriend.

I woke up actually feeling quite shitty. I cooked myself bacon and pancakes, enjoying the peace and quiet before I have to go to my workplace. I quickly got ready and drove to Athletique, the sports company I work for.

Work went on like how it normally goes... very very slow dragging on for what felt like eons. The employees might be nice and yeah they would give a gift once in a while but I would rather sleep than do this. No offense to people who loves work but, unfortunately, working sucks. Since, surprise surprise, I don't actually love my job.

"Sir Twist, The HR Head and the CEO wants to talk to you," a girl with blonde hair, tied to a ponytail approached me. She looked dead. I actually see this girl around this department but on most days she seemed more preppy and alive. But there's always a single day of the week where she just looks drained of all life.

I nodded and she left without another word, again weird. On most days she'll try to flirt and feel me up, which I absolutely hate. I made my way to the HR department and saw the CEO already there waiting for me, chatting up with the small cute boy we had as an HR Head. They were laughing and smiling so much I almost didn't want to enter. Against better judgment though, I did.

"Ahhh Twist! Our most beloved journalist!" The CEO, Mr. Yu, stood up. He's a young man in his early 30s and he was also a big fan of my father. My father's money and success and the secret of how he did it at the age of 25.

"Mr. Yu here was asking me about how diligent you are with work and how consistent you are. He thinks it's time," he said with a smile, eyes focused on Mr. Yu's face.

The man was grinning at me, "I am promoting you to art director Jacob! Congratulations!" How he knew I was more inclined towards art than anything, I would never know. We shook hands and went out for the celebratory dinner Mr. Yu was insistent upon

Finally, I was driving my way home. I made myself comfortable on the leather chair that I was currently sitting on. The busy streets outside started darkening and before you knew it, it was finally time to go home.

I went to my house and was tackled to the floor by a large man, I tried to get out of from underneath him but it was useless. Another man stepped out from the shadows, placing his foot over my chest. The man on top of me sat on my hips and pinned my arms above me. It was awkward, to say the least.

"Alright what do we do now?"

"I don't know, haven't really thought this far."

The two men above me were conversing with each other as if I wasn't even there. I grew still for a moment, confused before I started flailing around like a chicken even more.

"Oh no wait, we gotta think of something to do with you." The man said pressing harder down onto my forearms.

"Boss did say not to hurt him," the man who was standing said.

"Well, this would hurt and boss miiiiight punch me for this but I'm really sorry okay?" The other said before grabbing my head and everything goes black.