Post by Jacob Miller on Sept 18, 2021 5:39:38 GMT
TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of Abuse
DATED: AUGUST 10TH
Jake couldn’t sleep.
He didn’t care if he wasn’t supposed to be up early - even didn’t care what early risers he was probably bugging. He simply didn’t want to go back to sleep, back to the nightmare he’d had… It had taken him a good five minutes to calm himself down.
Taking a deep breath, he tried to remind himself that he wasn’t back home right now. That he was still safe, even if he’d heard murmurs about the confrontation that Randall and Tylor had. He didn’t want anyone to know that he was being abused, so he’d kept quiet about anything having to do with the human world.
He didn’t want to go back home. But if his dad found out that someone, even monsters, had an inkling he was beating him senseless? He was sure that the man would kill him.
So he quietly wandered the Laugh Floor, having always wondered what it was like before hours anyway. While he was seemingly alone, he kept an eye out on the off chance he was disturbing anyone. “Just act normal, Jake,” he muttered to himself as he ran a hand through his hair. “No one has proof. He can’t be mad if they don’t have proof.”
Least he hoped not.
DATED: AUGUST 10TH
Jake couldn’t sleep.
He didn’t care if he wasn’t supposed to be up early - even didn’t care what early risers he was probably bugging. He simply didn’t want to go back to sleep, back to the nightmare he’d had… It had taken him a good five minutes to calm himself down.
Taking a deep breath, he tried to remind himself that he wasn’t back home right now. That he was still safe, even if he’d heard murmurs about the confrontation that Randall and Tylor had. He didn’t want anyone to know that he was being abused, so he’d kept quiet about anything having to do with the human world.
He didn’t want to go back home. But if his dad found out that someone, even monsters, had an inkling he was beating him senseless? He was sure that the man would kill him.
So he quietly wandered the Laugh Floor, having always wondered what it was like before hours anyway. While he was seemingly alone, he kept an eye out on the off chance he was disturbing anyone. “Just act normal, Jake,” he muttered to himself as he ran a hand through his hair. “No one has proof. He can’t be mad if they don’t have proof.”
Least he hoped not.
