Chapter 11: Fight, Fight, Fight!
A/N: Okay so I had this chapter finished a while ago, but I had to edit it a little. I'm not totally happy with the way it turned out eventually, but I can't change what I want to, being that what I WANT to change are major factors in the upcoming chapters…. So that won't happen. But anyway. Enjoy (if you can)!
Jacob POV
My jaw cracked loudly as Drew's fist hit its target. "JAKE!" Nessie's screech filled my ears. I staggered backwards but recovered quickly and swung my leg over in a swift roundhouse kick, hitting him in the gut. The breath was knocked out of him and he doubled over.
"Take that!" I hissed. Drew straightened up and opened his mouth wide enough for me to see the deathly fangs poking out of his mouth. I scoffed. "Like I haven't seen enough fangs in my lifetime."
Drew lunged forward and clawed at my shirt, tackling me over onto my back. I grunted and gave him a sharp right hook to his jaw. "Jacob, stop it!!" Renesmee's futile cries flew by unnoticed.
Until something—or someone—grabbed Drew from behind and threw him against the opposite wall. He hit the beige-colored, weak plaster with a loud resounding crack! A giant piece of plaster crumbled to the ground. I clawed at the floor, trying to get to my feet. Someone grabbed the collar of my shirt and roughly pulled me to my feet, which really didn't matter, since they shoved me into the wall right after that. I felt the wall weaken under my weight as I struggled to stay standing.
"What is wrong with you?!?" Bella shrieked, her eyes narrowed. "What do you think you're doing??"
"Mom!" Ness screamed, but Edward interrupted. He was apparently the one who had pushed me into the wall. Shocker.
He grabbed my collar again and I heard a ripping noise. His fangs glinted brightly in the fluorescent light. A low hiss escaped his lips. "You fucking mutt, I will murder you with a rusted spoon if you ever do anything like that in your hopefully short life again." He clawed at my throat and pushed me back against the wall with a single hand against my neck. I choked out a response, feeling pain shoot along my jaw,
"You won't need a rusted spoon if you don't let go soon." He spit on the ground in disgust and let go of me.
I saw stars and my head spun for probably more than a minute. When the sparkly spots disappeared, I saw Emmett growling in Drew's face and couldn't help but smile. Which was a bad decision on my part.
My lip was split and was bleeding all over my shirt. I had a throbbing headache. Not to mention that my jaw was probably broken. I heard Drew exclaim, "It was just an argument." Yeah, right.
Edward had walked over to Nessie and was wiping her face clean of sparkling tears. I felt a painful pang of a confusing mixture of remorse and jealousy. Nessie leaned against her dad's shoulder and I saw Drew eyeing her from the other side of the room.
Adrenaline pumped in my veins again and I felt like sprinting over and ripping his godforsaken head off his shoulders. Maybe I could make it one of those shrunken heads. And then maybe Esme would let me hang it over the fireplace at Christmastime.
Above Nessie's head, Edward shot me a deep glare of loathing, which made it clear that my recent thoughts hadn't gone unnoticed. Carlisle crossed the room, holding a large box of God-knows-what—but apparently I was about to find out. Without a word, he somehow managed to gently shove me so I was sitting on the floor—which had cracked tiles, thanks to my little argument with Drew—and he crouched in front of me, opening the box. It was First Aid. Go figure.
He pulled out one of those liquid things that make sure your cuts don't get infected. I tried to remember what it was called, but my head pounded and my brain went fuzzy.
I blinked myself out of it and was about to protest—I don't need it—but he had already applied it to the multitude of deep gashes along my arm, from the sharp-edged, broken tiles. A sharp sting ran along my arm. And now I could actually feel the pain. I opened my mouth to speak again—That was useless, all it did was make my cuts hurt—but he had grabbed a big roll of gauze from the box and was beginning to wipe up the blood from my arm.
I was starting to get irritated. Every time I started to say something he'd already start doing something else to fix up my cuts. Would you stop and listen… I began to think. Edward cut me off out loud.
"Would you quit asking questions in your head?" he snapped. "Nobody can hear them but me." He gritted his teeth and stopped.
A deep growl filled the air and the front door burst open as an irate Sam charged in, followed by Seth and Leah. Sam's angry eyes glared at Drew, who was still being held against the wall by Emmett.
He opened his mouth to say something, probably curses, but before he could start another "argument", Nessie screamed and ran upstairs. I pushed Carlisle away hastily and pulled myself up, blood and all, and sped after her.
"RENESMEE!" I yelled, tears stinging my eyes. A searing pain ripped through my jaw and I doubled over in pain, clutching my aching jaw. A drop of blood worked its way from a cut to the carpet, leaving a deep scarlet stain on the carpet. I knew it would stay forever.
I straightened up painfully and sprinted to Ness's room, shoving the door open. She was curled up on her bed, back against the wall and head bowed. I gritted my teeth, starting a fresh series of painful shots running up my jaw, and sat down beside her. She felt the mattress sink—I'm a heavy kid—and looked up, her eyes red and watery.
"Jake, I miss you," she whispered, before bursting into heartbreaking sobs and falling into my open, waiting arms.
A/N: Eh, what did you think? (= anyway. I have a question to ask you—yo tengo una pregunta muy importante para usted—is that written right?—the next chapter, I've started it to be *dan dan dan* the LAST chapter, the very last chapter. So I've been working on it. But I wanted your opinion! So. Do you guys think it's been long enough? You think I should make Chapter 12 the last chapter for Rising Sun? Or, do you want it to be longer? Leave your answer in a review! I can't promise what I'll do afterwards, but I'll try to go with what most of you want. ~topazz (I just found out that's my lucky stone! Aha!)