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My name is Jacob, Jacob Green. As long as I can remember, I’ve had a normal life.
A family of four: my father, my mother, my sister, and me. From the outside, we looked average. But in reality, it was much different.
My sister and I never got along. She was outgoing and everything I wasn’t and because of our age gap, we barely spoke.
My mother was kind. She cooked for us, took care of everything, and said she loved us. But I could see it in her eyes,the ones that were once full of life and hope were now empty. Soulless.
And then there was my father.
He seemed caring and loving to anyone who didn’t really know him. A priest at our local church, respected by everyone. Which meant we were there every Sunday.
I was there all the time.
He made me repent for my sins, forced me to pray for hours so “the devil wouldn’t tempt me.” I could feel the burn in my knees as I knelt on the floor, marks forming on my skin.
I hated going there. I hated him.
And yet, I pressed myself harder into the ground, clasped my hands tighter, because deep down… I wanted him to be proud of me.
I wanted to prove I could follow in his footsteps. That I could become a priest, just like him even if it meant giving up everything that made me happy.
I had to prove myself to him.
Or at least, that was my goal before.
Before the day he hit me.
I still have the scar on my hand to remind me how little I meant to him. Moving away was the only option.
Now I'm here, at a new school. Hundreds of miles from home. A completely new city. This is where my new life begins. Just me and my passion for computer science and communication engineering and this time I was here to prove that I could be myself and still make something of myself.
I had only been here a week and yet I felt more at home here than in my actual family. I had made a few new friends in my coding class and a pretty decent dorm room.However moving in was easy to say the least since I don’t have that much stuff ever since— Nevermind. It is too much to think about and I don’t want to go back to my past.
Well there wasn’t much to do now that I finished settling down and besides everyone I knew was busy despite it being a rainy mess outside AND there was still 40 minutes left of class.
I had managed to finish all of the torturous worksheets and write the analysis in just an hour. Even though I had a messy upbringing I still was exceptionally good at what I do.
I can’t afford to mess up. Not now, not ever.
Time had passed quicker than I thought, right into my deep i heard the bell ringer loudly though the classroom-- signaling that class had ended for the day. I packed up quickly and headed straight to my doom room, letting the rain drench me as I ran back to my door campus.
The stairs were a living nightmare and I could feel my feet getting heavier with each step I took but eventually I made it to my doom room, room 505.
Finally home.
I fiddled with my keys for a few seconds before finally opening my door and flopping onto my bed. It was warm and cozy, exactly what I needed after a long day. I took a long sniff of my bed and it smelt like nothing-just like usual but I still felt comfort. It had been unusually quiet over the last two weeks and even now it was still quiet enough to hear a pin drop in the hallway but I shouldn't complain after all this would be the best time to study.
After a few long seconds I finally got up and headed to my desk. It was a pretty basic one but it was good enough for me.
I was deep into my studying, reading complex data and IT texts and solving them like it was nothing. However, all good things must come to an end one way or another. My quiet and peaceful study session was quickly destroyed with the sound of loud music.
Just my luck..
"Jesus nothing can ever go right here! there's always something to ruin my life one way or another!" I said angrily to myself as I put on my slippers. The loud music was echoing through the entire hallway, bouncing from the walls and deeper into my ear.
I closed the door behind me and quickly found the cause of the noise, room 408
I could finally put an end to this ruckus.
I marched up the door ready to knock but suddenly felt stupid. Did I really have to do this? I mean it wasn't that much of a big deal, it was just music. Before I could catch it I found myself knocking on the door. i waited and waited
and waited
But no one came to the door. It only made me angry and restless, my knocks became louder and more aggressive but I didn't care anymore. The music was making my ears ring at this point and i couldnt take it anymore. My pounding grew louder as I continued to slam my fits against the door. Just as I thought I had wasted my time looking like an idiot when I felt the sudden loss of balance.
The door had opened.
Well actually the door swung open, revealing a burnet man standing between the doorway. He looked like he was ready to punch me if I even so much as looked at him the wrong way and reeked of alcohol, but yet I couldn't take my eyes off him.
Despite him looking ready to bite my head off there was something about him that made me not want to look away. I could feel my heartbeat beating in my throat and my palms getting sweaty just at the sight of him.
Maybe it was his cute hazel eyes with the blown-over pupils or maybe it was the way his hair looked good even despite him sweating like there is no tomorrow. Maybe it was just the fact that time seemed to slow down even though everything had been so fast paced, the loud music that was disturbing me earlier seemed to blend into the background that was making my heart beat like this.
It was beautiful. He was beautiful.
It was just me and him, alone in the moment and for the first time I really didn’t want to look away from this beautiful man.
Who was he?