A JakexMC Romance - Duskwood Fanfiction
Manon Corvin is many things; a survivor, a fighter and a problem to anyone who stands in her way. She will not give up until she has everything she asked for.
She moves to Duskwood to save Hannah, her friends...
Saturday, Part One. Secrets and Oaths Love, pain and fragile hope.
There is a short note at the end. Don't forget to read it. Thank you!
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"This is a gift, it comes with a price Who is the lamb and who is the knife? Midas is king and he holds me so tight And turns me to gold in the sunlight
I look around, but I can't find you If only I could see your face I start rushing towards the skyline I wish that I could just be brave
I must become a lion-hearted girl Ready for a fight Before I make the final sacrifice
We raise it up, this offering We raise it up
And in the spring I shed my skin And it blows away with the changing wind The waters turn from blue to red As towards the sky I offer it"
Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up) – Florence+The Machine *********
Manon
One side of the bed had long since cooled by the time her first alarm went off at 5 am. Where Jake had gone to and when she didn't know and tried to ignore the relief filtering through her blood as she unlocked Hannah's phone and checked the messages. An Unknown number had contacted her there the day prior, threats and silly questions Manon ignored. He hadn't texted her again, but she sent one message that sealed her fate and waited for the two ticks to tell her he'd seen it before she deleted it. After turning on her burner phone, she sent Chris a message to ensure all was well and smiled grimly as he confirmed it. She stuffed it back in its drawer and blew out a tight breath.
Tonight. It would happen tonight. And she had to be ready for it whether she genuinely wanted it or not. The plan was simple. Hannah and Richy, in exchange for her, he'd have the chance to end the biggest wrench in his plans. She didn't intend to walk in and accept her death quietly. No, she would play the part of the delicate damsel only long enough to get close enough to squeeze the life out of Michael Hanson and emerge the victor. End it here and now while she still could. Insane, maybe, effective, always.
Guilt had sunk its claws into her, thick and greasy, dragging her down, down, down every time she looked at Jake. But this was all for them, so they could have a life together without ghosts threatening to kill them before they bloomed. Her memories felt like blood soaked weapons now. Every tantalizing, sensuously beautiful moment she and Jake had shared played like a movie in her head, and each one sliced deeply and twisted relentlessly so she would always be left with a scar. Last night had felt like heaven and hell all at once, and her rib's slow-burning ache couldn't tarnish the vivid clarity of her memory.
