02-26-2022, 12:19 AM
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Adrenaline continued to pulse through him even after washing the blood and dirt from his face, from his body, from under his nails. It mixed with a feeling of pride and satisfaction that filled his previously hollow chest. It was this feeling he would continue to chase his entire life. But for now, it merely contributed to the swiftness in his steps as he hiked the porch steps, brushing through the entrance of the house he had occupied since arriving at the tightly knit neighborhood.
”Rosie,” He called as he entered, walking about the small house in search of her.
”Hey-“ He cut himself off as he found her standing in the kitchen. Instead, he smiled, extending his hands as he approached to cup her face and kiss her lips as if in celebration. Pulling away the slightest, he smiled, and announced gently, ”I did it,” He placed another kiss upon her forehead. ”He’ll never lay another hand on you or Levi ever again, doll.”
Ever since Rosie had murmured the words aloud, wishing her uncle would just disappear, Jasper had been determined to grant her wish. He was tired of seeing new bruises upon her skin, new scratches and marks that made her glance away when they caught Jasper’s attention. Despite having the urge to bury the man long ago, he had restrained, unsure how Rosie would react, and not wanting to make her upset by prodding the sore subject. But once the words left her lips, Jasper had already begun planning.
They had never had any form of a relationship- Jasper and her uncle- despite having known one another since Jasper was just a child. He would often come by their house, questioning where Levi and Rosie were, and why they couldn’t come out to play today. Often would he disregard the man’s authority entirely, not understanding why his friends had to listen to the angry man who smelled of beer and whiskey. He had never grown out of this disregard, either. When he was a teenager, he’d give into the man’s taunts and argue with him, but he soon learned the twins would receive the brunt end of his anger long after Jasper had left the residence. He knew then to keep his mouth shut and his hands in his pockets no matter the temptation. Nowadays, he’d not even enter the house, but reside on the porch steps, his words nonexistent but his demeanor burning with resentment. Often would the older man prod at him, questioning where his spirit went, but Jasper would only stare back with dark eyes, his expression blank and ominous. It was the look of a predator, knowing nothing but of hunger and calculation.
Perhaps it was this patience that made the act itself so sweet. Perhaps this or the satisfaction of telling Rosie, of having gifted her safety, a truly priceless present. Or maybe it was the way his skull had cracked when Jasper sunk the knife into his skin. Nevertheless, he found himself excited to share such a feat with Rosie, delivering the news as if eager to please her.
”It’s over, you’re safe now.”
Adrenaline continued to pulse through him even after washing the blood and dirt from his face, from his body, from under his nails. It mixed with a feeling of pride and satisfaction that filled his previously hollow chest. It was this feeling he would continue to chase his entire life. But for now, it merely contributed to the swiftness in his steps as he hiked the porch steps, brushing through the entrance of the house he had occupied since arriving at the tightly knit neighborhood.
”Rosie,” He called as he entered, walking about the small house in search of her.
”Hey-“ He cut himself off as he found her standing in the kitchen. Instead, he smiled, extending his hands as he approached to cup her face and kiss her lips as if in celebration. Pulling away the slightest, he smiled, and announced gently, ”I did it,” He placed another kiss upon her forehead. ”He’ll never lay another hand on you or Levi ever again, doll.”
Ever since Rosie had murmured the words aloud, wishing her uncle would just disappear, Jasper had been determined to grant her wish. He was tired of seeing new bruises upon her skin, new scratches and marks that made her glance away when they caught Jasper’s attention. Despite having the urge to bury the man long ago, he had restrained, unsure how Rosie would react, and not wanting to make her upset by prodding the sore subject. But once the words left her lips, Jasper had already begun planning.
They had never had any form of a relationship- Jasper and her uncle- despite having known one another since Jasper was just a child. He would often come by their house, questioning where Levi and Rosie were, and why they couldn’t come out to play today. Often would he disregard the man’s authority entirely, not understanding why his friends had to listen to the angry man who smelled of beer and whiskey. He had never grown out of this disregard, either. When he was a teenager, he’d give into the man’s taunts and argue with him, but he soon learned the twins would receive the brunt end of his anger long after Jasper had left the residence. He knew then to keep his mouth shut and his hands in his pockets no matter the temptation. Nowadays, he’d not even enter the house, but reside on the porch steps, his words nonexistent but his demeanor burning with resentment. Often would the older man prod at him, questioning where his spirit went, but Jasper would only stare back with dark eyes, his expression blank and ominous. It was the look of a predator, knowing nothing but of hunger and calculation.
Perhaps it was this patience that made the act itself so sweet. Perhaps this or the satisfaction of telling Rosie, of having gifted her safety, a truly priceless present. Or maybe it was the way his skull had cracked when Jasper sunk the knife into his skin. Nevertheless, he found himself excited to share such a feat with Rosie, delivering the news as if eager to please her.
”It’s over, you’re safe now.”