Furious, I ran to my car trying not to cry as the hot tears filled inside my eyes, "Kiley, wait!" Jacob called after me. After spending the entire day with him while he worked upon his Rabbit, now he had to tell what had been bugging him.
Jacob caught hold of my arm and whirled me around. How did he get there so fast? I thought I'd left him in the barn, "Let go!" I thrashed against his body, trying to free my arm from his fatal grasp.
"Just hold on a second!" His voice came out harsh and his entire body trembled with what I thought to be anger, "I don't want to say goodbye, but I can't be around you anymore. It's hard to explain." He put his head down in shame and starred at his feet like they were giving him some sort of courage.
"Too hard to explain to your best friend, you've confided in me for everything and now you choose to stop because of Sam? Jacob, what is going on?" I was so angry.
"This isn't about Sam!" He burst out in rage. Shivers ran up and down Jacob's spine. A Jolt of pain ran up my forearm as Jacobs grasp became tighter.
"Jacob, let go, you're hurting me! Let go!" I wailed in pain as his hand crushed the bone and tissue. Jacob didn't even seem to realize where he was, his eyes were glazed over with anguish as if trying to keep himself together. The pain was so bad that I could barely breathe. The last thing I saw was an explosion of brown and russet colors. Then there was darkness.
"Kiley, how do you feel?" A muscular figure stood over top of me holding me upright. It was Sam. How dare he show up at a time like this? He was the reason why I was losing my best friend! Blood boiled as I gave him a menacing glare.
"How dare you!" Sam stepped back in alert. "You've made everything wrong, get away from me!" I trashed against his chest and felt the grinding of broken bones. Suddenly I remembered Jacob and how he'd left me in such a state.
"Were did he go?" I spat. Sam looked puzzled for a fraction of a second and then seemed to remember the past events.
"Paul took him into the house to cool off, you should go home." I couldn't believe my ears.
I wanted to argue with him, but I had to tend to my arm. I felt worried about the num feeling. Angrily I stomped over to my car and slammed the door. Surely I'd find better company over at the Cullen's and probably get my arm fixed.