Chapter 10
Jack dug his nails into my arm and dragged me viciously across the school to his car. Never had he held me so roughly. He held me in place as he drove off to some dirt trail off the side of the road. His grip was beginning to make my arm bleed. He pulled me against him and started tearing his hands across my body while shoving his tongue, uncomfortably, down my throat. All I could think was how I was to explain this and hide it from Edward.
Afterward, lying in the ground, with the mud thickening around me, I realized that I was free of Jack. My face was throbbing and I couldn't feel my left arm. Crap. I'm left handed. I propped up and stumbled home. I saw the porch and finally felt safe. I had gotten into a fist fight after school and that was the story I was sticking to. I pushed open the door and stood in the door way. Alice popped up from the couch and scurried to my side, lifting my chin and examining the damages. "Where's…Bella?" I managed with the last of my breath. "Right here, Blake. What is it?" Alice was around the corner getting the doctor tools of death. "I don't want Edward to hear my thoughts, please." She nodded unquestioningly and helped Alice dab peroxide on my cut. Damn it hurt like a fucker. "Where is she?" howled Seth as he Leah, and dad came storming in. "What happened?!" my dad yelled. I couldn't speak. My knees were weak and unable to hold my strength I slipped.
"Get the morphine, Jacob." Carlisle commanded. Jesus Christ, was that this family solution to everything? Fucking morphine. "No...I...No morphine..." I stumbled. "Alright love." I'm not sure what Carlisle me but it kept me paralyzed. Shit. I wanted to talk. To see, to do anything. "Is she ok?" Seth's voice was dripping with anxiousness and impatience. "I…I'm fine." I felt like I was sleep deprived drunk. "Blake!" my eyes fluttered open and Seth was by my side holding my hand. "Oh Blake! What…what happened?" I opened my mouth but the words wouldn't come out. Edward popped his head in "She needs rest." His words echoed through the room like a death sentence.
"No…Stay…" I couldn't quite yet form proper sentences and I wondered if Edward could hear my thoughts. He left the room. "Blake goddammit you aren't suppose…what…ugh!" His hand floated up to my blood soaked hair and pushed it off my face. It was a wonder that I hadn't become food. I assumed the next time I saw someone besides Seth; it would be Alice to clean my hair up. She was weird about that stuff. "It...It was Jack…" I heaved my chest up and down, trying to remember how to breathe without paining my rib cage. "No!" He roared and threw a blanket over me, probably to make sure I didn't freeze, and then slammed out the door, growling.
I felt my eyes heavy as time went on. I heard knocks on the door but couldn't reply. "It's Leah…" I kept my eyes half open. "Yes? I mean, come in." She came and sat by my bedside. "He phased. He's mad. I don't know where he went." Leah was trying to say all this very soothingly. Props for trying, it's the thought that counts, right?