Disclaimer- I do not own Twilight.
I'd like to say thanks to the reviews I got for the last chapter. Every review I get is really humbling, and really motivates me to put the most effort I can muster into each and every chapter.
~~~~~X~~~~~
Mickey P.O.V.
I woke up to the sound of near by talking.
"You're joking right? Jacob couldn't have imprinted on him, it's not possible." I recognize that voice, but I can't put my finger on where I've heard it before.
"Oh, he definitely imprinted Billy," this voice sounds familiar too. Is that... Seth? "We all felt it. It was just like when Jared and Paul imprinted."
Seth and whoever Billy is kept talking, but I tuned them out in favor of paying attention to more important matters. Where am I?
Looking around the house, I noticed that it had the same basic floor-plan as Sam and Emily's house. That means that I'm in the living room, the master bedroom is to my left, there's one, maybe two, rooms to my right, and the voices I was hearing are coming from the kitchen, straight ahead, and through those french doors separating the kitchen and living room.
The doors were glass, so I could see that Seth and the man named Billy weren't in front of them. Since they can't see me, I think now is a good time to get out of here.
I got up from the old, ratty, but surprisingly comfortable sofa as quietly as I could, and crept over to the door. Of course, just my luck, I trip over nothing, and land with a thud on my butt. Maybe they didn't hear me.
"What was that?"
I'm not going to give them the chance to find out. I got up, and ran as fast as I could through the front door.
Emily and Sam's is on the next block over. I can either take a chance of making it there before they catch up to me, or I can go around the back of the house, and take a short cut through the woods. Years of being chased has taught me one thing: I'm not very fast. Short cut it is then.
I slowed down some when I got in the forest. I trip over nothing already, add trees, rocks, and a fast pace into the equation, and I wont be making it anywhere soon. I was walking for about a minute, before I remembered that there were wolves in this forest.
Just as soon as the thought occurred to me, I heard a growl sound behind me. I turned around, and my heart skipped a beat. There was a huge, russet brown wolf in front of me. It looked like a mutant, it was so big. It was easily the size, if not bigger, than a bear.
The wolf slowly walked towards me, and I rushed back. In my haste to get away from the savage creature, I tripped over an exposed tree root, and I fell flat on my back.
Before I could even think about getting up, the wolf jumped up, and landed with all four paws on either side of my body, and it's muzzle right in my face.
I started to struggle, but quickly stopped when the wolf gave me a warning growl. It stepped back, and started sniffing my entire body, starting from my ankles, all the way up to my neck.
I squeezed my eyes shut in anticipation of it ripping my throat out. Then, to my surprise, instead of killing me, it started to lick the curve where my neck meets my shoulder. Great. I get attacked by a wolf that likes to play with it's food.
Right when I was contemplating opening my eyes, I had the decision made for me by an unexpected voice.
"Open your eyes." a voice growled in my ear. I was shocked into complying.
Hovering above me, in the position the giant wolf was just a few seconds ago, was the boy from school. The one that made me black out. He was very close, very naked, and very very hard. Avert you eyes Mickey! You're being attacked, now is not the time to let teenage hormones take over.
"Please, don't hurt m-"
"Shut up!" I flinched, and broke eye contact. He grabbed my chin, and roughly jerked my head back towards him.
"Look at me! Don't you even think about screamin', there will be plenty of time for that when I'm fuckin' you."
My heart beat increased. He's going to rape me.
I started to struggle to get away, but his bruising grip on my arms was just too strong.
"You can struggle all you want babe, but you're not goin' anywhere."
He removed his hands from my arms, then ripped my shirt off. When I was back home, I trained myself to do this thing where I go numb. It's sort of like a computer, I don't shut down completely, I just go into hibernation mode. It's really handy for when I'm stuck in an inevitable situation, that I'm not feeling up to dealing with.
This is definitely one of those situations.
He flipped me over, so that I was lying on my stomach in the soft, cool dirt. I let my eyes flutter closed, and drifted off to my happy place.
~~~~~X~~~~~
when did the ground become so comfortable? I opened my eyes, only to see that I wasn't in the woods anymore. All I could make out, was that I was on a bed. The lights were out, so I couldn't see anything else.
"Could you give me some kinda warning the next time you decide to pass out?" The lights turned on, and I snapped my head around in search of the person that had spoken. Sitting in a chair in the corner of the tiny room, was the man that raped me.
I took the best survey of my body as I could without taking my eyes away from him for more than a second. I was only in my underwear, he ripped my shirt off in the woods, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see my white skinny jeans thrown haphazardly on the floor.
There were a few scars, but none were recent. I also noticed that my butt wasn't hurting, so he couldn't have actually raped me. Although, if I hadn't passed out, he probably would have.
There was an awkward silence for awhile, until he got tired of waiting for me to speak. He moved towards me, and I instantly jumped up.
"Stop!" He said forcefully. I froze in place, and ended up hovering half-way off the queen-sized bed.
"Don't run." His eyes were closed, and he was pinching the bridge of his nose. "You'll just piss me off, and I can't be held accountable for whatever happens when I catch you."
there's no doubt in my mind that he'll catch me, most likely before I make it out of the house. Running is definitely not an option. I slowly lowered myself back onto the bed, my eyes set on him the whole time.
I tensed up, but otherwise remained still when he got up and sat on the edge of the bed next to me. "If you have any questions, you better ask them now while I'm in the mood to answer."
I asked the first thing that came to mind. "Whats your name?" He stared blankly at me for a few seconds, before he threw his head back to let out a booming laugh.
"After everything that's happened, the first thing you wanna know is my name?" He asked, before laughing even louder than before.
I can't take it anymore. For most of my life I've been bullied. I've been teased, harassed, and physically attacked more times than I can count. And I just take it all. I never stand up for myself, I just let people say and do whatever they want to me, and I'm not taking it anymore.
"Well, I need to know what to call you when I talk to the police."
He didn't find that to funny. He instantly stopped laughing, and was on his knees above me in an instant. His massive frame knocked the wind from my chest, and his large hand shot out to wrap around my neck. Why did I have to grow a backbone now? Who cares about preserving my pride? What good is being prideful when you're dead?
"So you think you're callin' the cops on me? If you ever try, I'll fuck you against this headboard so hard, you'll forget the number!"
I wiggled, kicked, and clawed at his forearms in an attempt to get free, but this just made him squeeze harder.
"You think you can fight me you little faggot? I fuckin' own you! You. Are. Mine!"
"Jacob! Let him go son. He can't breath, you'll kill him!" Seth and the old man in the wheel chair from this morning rushed into the room. "Jake, please!" Seth said, as he ran over to the bed, and tried in vain to pry the man's, Jacob I assume, hands from my neck.
Jacob removed his hands from my neck, and pushed Seth into the wall. He landed with a thud, which must not have been as painful as it looked and sounded, since he was on his feet again in a second.
Jacob started to shake violently, like he was having a seizure. "Jacob, you're going to hurt him, you're about to phase!" Jacob's dad pleaded. I don't know what phasing meant, but whatever it is, it snapped Jacob out of the haze of violence I had provoked him into.
Still shaking like a leaf on a windy day, he hopped off of me, and rushed out the door, knocking over his father's wheelchair in his haste. Seconds later, I heard a feral howl, which seemed to come from right outside of the tiny window.
The silence was deafening. As Seth helped Jacob's dad back into his wheelchair, the only sound was me regaining my lost breath from Jacob sitting on my chest, and strangling me.
"What in the world is going on here?" I asked, once my breathing was regulated.
Seth and Jacob's dad exchange a look, before Seth asked,
"How much did your mom tell you about the Quileute legends?"
~~~~~X~~~~~
I'm finding it easier than I thought it would be to turn Jacob into a ass-hole, and I don't really know how I feel about it. I'm somewhat confident in how he came across, but I could be horribly wrong. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed, and please review!
