Chapter 10. Crumbling Once Again

Jake marched over to where Delilah sat, hauling the book out of her hand and throwing it across the room. “No, I killed her! Why’d you read it? Why’d you touch my f*cking stuff?!”

“I… I was curious and even after reading it all, I still am. I feel so sad for her, I want to know what happened.”

“No, you shouldn’t have touched my stuff… especially that diary.”

“Are the clothes in the closet hers? I touched them too.”

Jake clenched his jaws, his hands shaking in anger as he ran one through his blond hair. His heart was beating out of control and his head now ached with a distinct pain. “Get out, I don’t want you sleeping in here anymore… go upstairs.”

Delilah didn’t move, instead she scoffed, looking towards the diary that laid flat against the wooden floor. “I can’t believe that you’re the Jake she wrote about; the sweet and caring little boy that always resided by her side. You’re nothing as such, you’re not sweet, you’re not caring… you’re wicked; just