Of All The Mistakes - Devour fic - PG13

[tigriswolf]

Title: Of All The Mistakes…

Fandom: Devour

Disclaimer: not my characters. just for fun.

Warnings: spoilers and AU for movie

Pairings: Kathy/Paul, Jake/Marisol

Rating: PG13

Wordcount: 700
Point of view: third

Dedication: for taniapretender who pricked my interest towards another way Devour could have ended.

 

  

          
            One time, when Jake was barely nine, he walked in on his parents having an argument.

            Before they noticed him, Dad yelled, “We should never’ve kept him, Kathy! Don’t you understand?”

            But then Mom caught sight of him, ushered Jake out hurriedly, gave him a few cookies and a glass of chocolate milk.

            It was only after that when the paralysis hit full force. Mom was helpless and Jake felt horrible—it couldn’t have possibly been his fault, that wreck when he was nearly a year old, but he still felt guilty.

            Dad rarely looked at Jake. Mom rarely looked away. She always smiled at him, showed him she cared. Dad moved away from Jake, never touched him; it wasn’t long after the argument Jake walked in on that Dad started drowning his emotions with alcohol.

            A week before Jake’s tenth birthday, Mom was taking a nap in her room while Jake did homework at the kitchen table. Dad came home from work early and dropped his hand heavily on Jake’s shoulder.

            “You know I love you, son,” Dad said and Jake smelled the liquor on his breath. He wanted to pull away, to flinch from Dad’s touch. Dad’s grip tightened and he leaned down, whispered in Jake’s ear, “We shouldn’t have kept you.” He kissed Jake’s cheek, straightened back up, and lumbered out of the kitchen.

            Jake sat at the table for close to twenty minutes, replaying that statement, before he ran out of the house. It wasn’t until after dark that he returned home. Dad wouldn’t look at him but Mom fussed over him, asked why he left without telling her.

            “You were resting, Momma,” Jake explained, looking at her from under his eyelashes. “I didn’t want to bother you.”

            She smiled at him and he got up, kissed her forehead. “I’m sorry for worrying you, Momma.”

            Dad sent him to bed without supper, but Jake wasn’t hungry. He wasn’t hungry for a long while.

 

            Dad put Mom in the hospital a few months before Jake’s seventeenth birthday. He’d quit drinking and felt it would be best for her, because there was no one to care for her all day.

            The first night without Mom in the house, Jake woke just after one to Dad standing by his bed.

            “You were a mistake, son,” Dad said softly. “You shouldn’t be here.” Dad looked down at him for another heartbeat before walking out.

            It was hours until Jake fell back asleep, and when he woke in the morning, he couldn’t remember.

 

            Standing in the middle of Marisol’s altar, everything rushes back—all the hints, all the signs, everything he saw and ignored, everything he wondered about and pushed away.

            “We won’t be able to save you,” Dad’d said.

            “You were a mistake, son,” Dad’d said.

            “You shouldn’t be here,” Dad’d said.

            “We shouldn’t have kept you,” Dad’d said.

            “I love you, Jake,” Mom’d said, everyday Jake can remember. “I know that you’re trying and that’s all I need.”

            Marisol offers him an ornate goblet filled to the brim with his parents’ blood and Jake pulls away, hears Mom’s voice in his head.

            I love you, baby boy. And I know you’ll make the right choice, when it comes to that. He couldn’t have been more than five and she slowly raised her hand to touch his cheek, eyes shining with warmth and love. Hope, Jake knows now.

            Marisol trails her finger along his jaw. “Join me, love,” she whispers, leaning in and kissing his neck. “You have nothing to stay here for anymore.” She brings the goblet to his lips and he can smell the blood.

            Dad’s blood.

            You were a mistake, son. You shouldn’t be here. We shouldn’t have kept you.

            We should have killed you when we had the chance.

            Mom’s blood.

            I love you, Jake, baby boy. You’ll make the right choice.

            I’ll love you no matter what tomorrow brings.

            She tilts the brim, blood pooling at his lips.

            I’ll love you no matter what.

            He parts his lips and blood rushes in, coating the inside of his mouth, pouring down his throat.

            You shouldn’t have kept me, Momma, Jake thinks. And you won’t love me, come morning.

Comments

[taniapretender.livejournal.com]

HEEEE

Thank you so much ! This is EXACTLY what I meant. And What I would have loved to see in the movie.

I loved the way you described his inner struggling, like a demon and an angel as his dual conscience ( yes, like in cartoons, lol ), one being his father's, the other being his mom's. It's like, very smart and so sad.

And now, you gotta write that AU with SPN !!! Lol, I know, i'm very demending. But I just love your writing. And if you do, not only will you get tons of cookies, but a fanfiction of your choice too !:D

[tigriswolf]

You mean the fifth part of my gigantic epic? *droops* I think my SN fic is broken. I am working on another somewhat long _Devour_ story, though. It's a crossover with "Gilmore Girls."

I'm glad you enjoed this one!