Object of Desire ; Eyeless Jack x Reader

Chapter 19

"Do you have any money?" My sister is standing in the doorway to my room, looking at me expectantly. Of course, she didn't even knock before barging into my room. Lucky for her I'm just doing my homework and not changing or anything. I roll my eyes as I drop my pen and turn to look at her.

"Why? Don't you work and earn your own money?"

"Yes, but the old man downstairs took my money out of my wallet to buy himself some cigarettes. I want to go meet friends later and I need money. So. Do you have some?"

"I don't think so." I turn back to my homework, expecting her to leave. Of course she doesn't. Instead she walks all the way into my room, towards my little piggy bank in one of my shelves. She turns it around and empties it on the floor.

"Hey, I'm saving that!" I turn around at the noise of my money hitting the floor and get up to make her stop and put it back on my shelves. I don't have a parttime job after school like she does, so I only get the monthly allowance from my parents. And it's not much so the money I save in my piggy bank is very valuable to me.

"You don't even need that. You never go out anyway. Just give it to me." She shoves me back as I approach her, making me stumble and take a few steps backwards. I watch her helplessly as she picks up my money and shoves it into her pockets. "I wouldn't have to do this if y'all finally did something against that cockroach downstairs. But all you do is accept it and let him do what he wants. So this is your own fault now."

"What am I supposed to do? I can't do anything. This is unfair! Just protect your money more, don't just leave it openly on your desk." I snap at her. Well, she definitely did not like that. She looks at me with an irritated look on her face. Suddenly, she just reels back and hits me straight up in my face.

"Don't you dare talk back to me. This is your fault! It was all good at home before you were here. Only since they had you did this whole chaos start. It's your fault! God, I wish you were never born." With that she turns around and storms out of my room. It doesn't even make sense. She's not much older than me. How does she even remember how great life was apparently before I was born? She was only a little child back then. I'm sure they already had problems back then. This didn't all just start because of me. Right?

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My eyes shot open and I sat up rapidly, looking around to take in my surroundings. I wasn't home, I was at Jack's house. Somehow, I felt relieved as I looked around the small living room. It was daytime again, though I couldn't tell exactly what time. I could only see the sun was already up. It was a shabby little house but this room was actually rather comfortable. Though the room I was locked in previously was all dusty and rundown, the living room was clean and neatly organized. The dark red couch I was sleeping on was actually really comfortable, much more than the old mattress in the other room. The armchair Jack used to sit in matched the color and simple design of the couch. And surprisingly there even was a small TV near the couch, which I apparently paid no attention to before. But it was dark and I was preoccupied with Jack staring at me. On the coffee table between the couch and the TV was the book Jack was reading last night. I took another look at it and noticed it was a book about psychology. How ironic. A psychopath reading about psychology.

My gaze shifted from the living room towards the corner of the room functioning as a kitchen. The kitchen counter was also pretty clean from what I could see. So basically he cleans everything except the room he kept me in. Cool. The little wooden dining table in front of the kitchen counter was empty, no traces of the jars from yesterday. Which was probably better for me. I wasn't really in the mood to look at human organs. Anyway, this house was actually really cozy. If only there wasn't a crazy cannibal living here. And yet, I felt relieved waking up here instead of at home with my family. I sighed.

"Sleep well? You were tossing and turning the whole time." His sudden voice startled me. I looked up to see Jack leaning at the doorway to the hallway with his arms crossed. He was wearing his mask again and had his hood up, covering himself up completely again. How long has he been standing there? I didn't even notice him. His voice didn't seem very concerned. Mainly just like he was making fun of me again. I rolled my eyes.

"None of your business." I muttered and looked away from him. I heard him walk towards me and plop down in his armchair again. Trying to discreetly gaze at him I slightly turned my head to see him pick up his book again. I couldn't help but scoff at the sight. He's really interested in psychology. Might as well get some therapy to help his psychopathy, bipolar and whatever else is is turning him into the maniac he is. He seemed to have noticed my judging side-eye as he sighed and closed the book again.

"What?" He asked in an annoyed tone.

"Nothing."

"I can almost smell your judging looks. What is your problem?"

"Isn't it ironic? You just reading about psychology?" Feeling more courage than I probably should, I looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

"Ironic?"

"Yeah. You're sick. You murder. You kidnap. You eat organs. And you, out of all people, are reading about psychology?"

"Maybe I'm just being self-aware. You should try it sometime." I couldn't see his face while he was wearing his mask, but I imagined him smiling with that smug look on his face, which he used to make fun of me.

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, I know I'm a bad person. Not that it would really bother me. But I know I'm not what you would call 'normal'. But you, do you even notice your mood swings? And do you know where they come from? You're just going back and forth between being anxious, having panic attacks and then suddenly turning into a jackass." I just stared at him blankly. Did I really do that? Were my moodswings actually bad enough for him to notice? But do I even have to explain them to him? It's obvious my mind is all over the place when my life has just been turned around and shaken up completely within such a short amount of time.

"Fuck off." I mumbled while laying back down and turning my back to him.

"Hm, and you don't like confrontation." I could hear that smug little grin he had. He was completely sure he had me all figured out. And it bothered me.

"Great, the maniac is now a therapist." I muttered angrily. He chuckled to himself. I hated the noise of him being happy in any way.

"You know what, you can read this book. Maybe it'll help you figure yourself out. And maybe you're less annoying then." I really wanted to get up and strangle him. But I was chained to the couch. And he was physically much stronger than me so I'd absolutely lose that fight. So I bit my tongue as I heard him drop the book onto the coffee table and leave the room. I turned around when I was sure he was gone and stared at the book. Maybe I should read it? It's probably pretty interesting. But if I touch it he's gonna feel like he won an argument and he's gonna be very annoying about it. I'm just not in the mood for his self-approving looks. Absolutely not.