NTYP Chapter 11

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I could taste her breath as she exhaled, luring me closer to her mouth. She licked her bottom lip and left it glistening for my hungry eyes to appreciate. I had to have looked like a starved animal to her.

Those juicy lips.

Just one taste…just one…please

My mouth felt magnetized to hers and the pull was impossible to resist. Our lips almost touched, but she stepped away from me. I lingered in the empty air she had left behind, and my lips felt a chill at the loss of her warm breath.

Her face was red and she looked nervous. Oh God, I totally just freaked her out. She thought I wanted to make out with her and do the nasty, too. She was going to leave because I disgusted her. She was going to leave me there alone in that bed and that strange room and she'd never want to see me again and I was going to cry like a fucking baby.

Instead, she reached behind me, still red faced, and propped up the pillow, punching it a couple times. She gestured for me to lay down. I groaned as I slowly lowered myself back down, letting out a huge sigh once I met the pillow.

"Are you…going to tell me…how I got here?" I asked hoarsely.

"No." She pulled a chair up next to me and sat down. "You're not supposed to talk, remember?"

"But you can."

She thought about that for a minute.

"If I tell you, you'll just want to talk more, and that's not good for your vocal chords yet."

"So you are.." I coughed, "..my boss or something?" Once my coughing subsided, I looked at her.

Bella smiled and looked down in an attempt to hide the grin from me. Then she cleared her throat and looked up, completely serious.

"Yes." She nodded.

"Well, boss. I'd really like to know when I can get up. I'm really sore, see…"

"Shhh," She pressed her finger against my mouth, silencing me. "No talking," She whispered.

We stared at each other for a long second before she blinked and took her finger away from my lips.

I needed some answers. It wasn't fair that she was keeping things from me. If I couldn't know why I was in that room with the beautiful stranger, didn't I at least have a right to know who I was?

"Who am I?" I breathed, too fast for her to protest.

She played with her hands in her lap before she looked up at me.

"You're Jake, Um…Jacob," she stuttered. "Jacob Black. And, your dad is Billy Black. You live in La Push...Washington. You're 17...well, 16 actually but, Um…never mind that righ…"

"How do I know you?" I felt rude to interrupt, but I had to know.

"Jake.." She looked down at her hands still in her lap.

Come on…come on…Yes…

"We're friends."

Oh…

"We've been friends…forever. Since we were little kids. We're so…so close. I wish you could remember." Her voice cracked on the last word. "I just, I don't want you to.."

I held out my hand to her before I could tell myself not to. She looked up at me, eyes red and watery, and slowly placed her small hand in mine.

"It's ok. I'm not going anywhere." I assured her.

She shut her eyes, tears spilling over as a sob escaped her.

"Come here," I pulled her to me and I held her gently as she cried. I wished there was something I could do.

What was wrong with her? Was she afraid I was angry? It's not like I was unhappy with who I was. Hell, I was on cloud 9 at the fact this gorgeous girl was in my life. Though, I was bummed to find out she wasn't my girlfriend.

"It's okay, Bella. Don't cry…"

"Bells." She shook her head as she continued to sob into my neck.

"Bells. Ok ok," I nodded fast. "Bells, what can I do?" I asked, sounding desperate.

"Come back to me." She whimpered.

"I am back. Maybe not completely, but I promise whatever is wrong with me I'll fix it for you. I promise." I coughed from the string of words I had just thrown out.

Her arms around my neck loosened and she moved her wet face from my skin. She looked up at me with the most pitiful expression.

I wanted to kiss the tears away so badly. Whoever this girl belonged to was a fucking lucky bastard.

"Really. What can I do?" I pleaded with her to tell me. It killed me to see her cry. Nobody so lovely should ever shed a tear, unless it was a happy one.

She shook her head and looked away from me. "I'm okay."

"No, you're…not" I choked.

"Please don't talk anymore, Jake. You sound terrible. I'll leave you alone so you can sleep." She began to remove herself from the bed.

"No!" I yelled, holding tight to her arm, forcing her to remain seated next to me "I mean…please don't go?" I said more gently.

She looked at my hand that was wrapped around her tiny arm.

"Shit, sorry," I said ashamedly, removing my hand from her.

"It's okay," why was she smiling…? "You're strong."

"I'm really sorry," I apologized again, noting the impressions my fingers had left on her arm. "I just…don't want you to go anywhere."

"I won't, but my…um...my boyfriend…"I felt something sharp impale my heart."...will be back soon and I need to wash my shirt."

"Ok."

"I won't be far away," she promised me.

I nodded and watched her go into the bathroom, coming out with a shirt in her hands. Her body became smaller and smaller as she walked across the huge bedroom to the door, and then she was gone. I sighed.

Bella's POV

"Dad!" I spoke hysterically into the phone. "He doesn't know me, he doesn't know anything! Who he is, where he is, what happened, nothing!"

"Bella Bella, calm down. I can't understand you."

"Da-ad." I bawled.

"Jesus Bella, Do I need to come down there.."

"No Dad, It's just…he doesn't know who I am."

"What? Jacob? He said something?"

"Yes. He doesn't remember me. What… what am I gonna do?" I felt like I was going to pass out.

"Put Edward on the phone."

"He's not here."

"Well where the hell'd he go?"

"Um…h..he had to run errands with his parents."

"Ok, give the phone to his sister."

"Alice is…Dad, it's just me and Jacob."

"He had to run errands with his whole family?"

"Look, I just needed someone to talk to!"

"Ok ok! Bells, don't worry about this. Things will work out. Maybe he just needs a few days. Memory loss doesn't, in some cases, last forever..."

"Oh God…"

"I'm bringing Billy over tonight. He wants Jake home as soon as possible. Let's hope he's willing…"

"Dad, I told him about Billy and he seemed okay. He's not crazy or anything."

"That's good. Amnesia can be a traumatic thing to experience."

"Yeah. He must be so scared."

"So he's actually awake and talking to you?"

"Yes."

"You're not just imagining.."

"Dad!"

"Alright alright! See you tonight, Bells. Just…be there for him."

"I'll try. Bye Dad."

I shoved my cell into my back pocket, and turned to throw my shirt into the washing machine. Jacob doesn't know me. He doesn't remember me. What am I to him now?

"Shit!" I slammed the lid hard and kicked the washer. "If there is a God, he hates me."

Don't say that, Bella. Jacob's alive. It could be worse.

I turned the washer on and slumped to the ground, leaning against the machine as it vibrated. My head fell into my hands.

No, I couldn't tell Jacob how I felt about him. That I lived for him. I'd die for him. I'd agree to be tortured slowly in physically alarming ways for him. I'd break up with my supernatural boyfriend for him. I'd do anything for him. Name it.

But we were just this. Friends. Two friends like we always had been and apparently always would be.

Maybe he doesn't even want to be my friend. I won't force him.

He will probably never love me the same way again.

The pain ripped at my heart relentlessly.

"Bella?"

I gasped and looked up, stunned.

Two brilliant eyes stared back at me.