Thank you all who review and favorite my story. I love seeing the reviews and stuff pop up into my mail. So my fall semester has started up again. I may be a little bit slower getting chapters out, but they will get out. Rest assured. Lol.
Not reading anything at the moment. Gotta find a good book.
Playlist:
Knocks You Down by Keri Hilson ft. Kanye West and Ne-yo
Never Say Never by The Fray
Use Somebody by Kings of Leon
Look What You've Done by Jet
Best I Ever Had by Drake
No Scrubs by TLC
Breathing Slowly by Crossfade
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It's Alright, It's Ok, So Don't You Bother With What I Do
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I could barely breathe. I could barely speak. The pain was unbearable. I wanted to scream. I vaguely heard sound of heavy footsteps coming toward me. The sound of someone yelling, "What the fuck did you do to her?!" somehow filtered through the white haze of the pain.
Edward seemed to be talking to someone on the phone. Jacob walked furiously toward him and grabbed the phone away from his ear.
"Hey!" Edward yelled.
"Are you deaf? What did you do to her?"
"Look! We were just talking and I tried to grab her attention because she was walking away. I don't know if she tripped on a step, or if she just turned on her knee the wrong way. I was asking my uncle to come over here to look at her knee before you took my phone, ass hole."
"You fucking pansy! Take responsibility for your actions!" Jacob pushed Edward back.
"Don't you fucking touch me, druggie." Edward seethed.
The next thing I knew they were both rolling around in the dirt, trying to kick the shit out of each other.
My patience was beginning to run low, as was my pain tolerance.
"Both of you are fucking chicken shits! Will one of you get off of your feathery ass over and help me up?!" I screamed up at the both of them.
This seemed to shock them into a stupor. A few tears splashed over my lashes. Then very next moment, the both of them got up, pushing each other out of the way, to get to me. Edward reached down first to pick me up first, but Jacob knocked him out of the way. This only made Edward angrier, and he pushed Jacob out of the way harder than Jacob had pushed him. Yet again they continued to try and kill each other. A moment later, I heard a car pull in on our gravelly driveway.
"Boys!" Another male voice made it presence known.
Edward and Jacob stopped mid-roll to look for the source of the voice.
It was Edwards' uncle, Carlisle. The passenger side door opened shortly after. Out of the car stepped the most gross, most brain dead boy I knew to walk this fair Earth: Mike Newton.
I shivered involuntarily as he made his way over to me.
"Mike! Help Bella inside the house. I'll take care of these two monkeys."
I was in too much pain to resist Mike's help. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Carlise grab Edward's and Jacob's ears and wrench them off the ground with his new prizes. Even after I entered the house, I could hear them yell, "Ow. Ow. Ow."
Mike helped me over to the couch. He propped up my knee with several couch pillows.
"Mike?"I groaned out, "What are you doing here?"
"I'm Doctor Cullen's protégée. All my parents doing. They want me to be a doctor, but I want to dance. Possibly on Broadway!" He ended dramatically.
There was a moment of silence before he spoke…er…rather sang, "Remember. Remember. Remember my name!"
"Newton!" Dr. Cullen's voice snapped through the air.
Mike stood erect at the sound of his voice, "Yes sir?"
"What have I told you about singing on the job?"
"Sorry sir. I was having a Fame moment, sir."
"Yes. Well…whatever. Get some ice for the poor girl's knee, for pity's sake."
And with Carlisle's command, Mike ran off toward the kitchen.
"Now Bella," Dr. Cullen gently touched my knee, "Let's see what we have here."
After some hmming and hawing, he finally spoke.
"Looks like you've dislocated your knee, and strained some of the adjoining tendons and ligaments in your knee cap. It could've been a lot worse, considering your previous knee injury. You'll need to stay off of it for at least 6 weeks. Maybe longer. You might want to consider another option, besides dancing, for the senior showcase."
I just nodded my head. I didn't want to think about dancing at the moment.
"Is everything okay in here?" I heard Charlie call from the doorway.
"In here, dad." I called.
Charlie walked cautiously into the living room.
"Bella? What happened to you?"
Carlisle turned to Charlie, "As I was just explaining to your daughter, she's dislocated her knee. She'll need to stay off of it for at least six weeks."
"Oh…is that why those two thick headed monkey's are sitting in opposite corners of the room contemplating their navels?"
"If you're talking about my nephew and Billy's boy, then yes. I found them wrestling outside your house."
Charlie rolled his eyes at the idiocy of the two boys.
"I'm just going to leave some pain killers here for Bella and get going."
He reached in his pocket and pulled out a bottle of pills. He set them on the coffee table, within arm reach for me.
"Edward!" Carlisle turned toward where Edward was facing the wall.
"Yes sir?"
"Out the door. I'll meet you at home."
Edward looked at me and nodded hesitantly.
"I'm really sorry-" He started.
"Out!" Carlisle demanded.
Edward turned around and marched out the door.
"Newton…"He trailed off after catching a glimpse of Mike dancing in the kitchen. Carlisle looked up at the ceiling in frustration.
"Newton…just get in the car." Carlisle stalked out the door, taking long deep breaths.
Mike ran after him, stopping only long enough to hand me a glass of water.
Later on that evening, after Jacob and Charlie helped me up to my room, my cell phone rang. I reached into my pocket and dragged it out. I squinted at the screen with my tired eyes to see was calling. The name Edward was scrawled across the screen. I rolled my eyes as flipped open my phone, "Yes Edward." I yawned.
"Hey Bella. How are you feeling?"
"Still pretty sore, but those pain killers your uncle gave me are really working."
Edward chuckled, "Feeling a little loopy?"
"Not yet." I closed my eyes and smiled.
"Well Bella, the reason I called was because I wanted to apologize for my rash behavior earlier. I truly didn't mean to be an ass. Or hurt you knee. God I feel terrible about that."
"Yeah you were being an ass."
"Can you forgive me?"
I hesitated, "I don't know."
"Please let me make it up to you."
"How?" I asked curiously.
He paused, "Let me take you out. To dinner I mean."
"Dinner?"
"Yes dinner; a meal usually eaten at night."
"Hey! Keep that up and I may say no."
"Sorry." He replied sheepishly.
"It's ok. And I accept this dinner apology fashion. Thing."
"Good. It's a date. Is next Friday night at six good for you?"
"I suppose." I sighed as my eyes fluttered close again.
"Get some rest. I can tell you're tired."
I laughed, "No shit Sherlock."
"Night Bella." I could hear a chuckle in his voice.
"Night." I breathed out.
I barely closed my phone before I let sleep overtake me.
The following week had been exhausting. Charlie wanted to put me in a wheel chair so I couldn't hurt myself further. Jacob was all for it until I gave him my death glare and threatened to beat him with a stick. He then convinced Charlie that I would be fine using crutches. I was ready to smack both of them silly by the end of the conversation.
Friday finally rolled around. I hobbled into the living room to see Jacob sitting on the couch with his head in hands.
"Jacob? What's wrong?"
I hobbled closer to him, plopping done next to him.
"Jacob?" I whispered quietly.
I tentatively placed my hand on his shoulder. He flinched. I sympathized with him. I had been pretty much in a catatonic state for a few weeks after Renee died. Jacob had been going through the motions all week just because he had had to. Life had been terribly unfair to him.
"Hey, it's gonna be okay."
"Fuck," He whispered, "It wasn't supposed to be like this. I feel like everything I did was for nothing. I wasn't worth shit."
"It was worth more you think. Although I don't condone your method of making money…you probably gave him a few more years to live."
He grunted in response.
"Jacob," I grabbed his hand causing him to look at me, "You were Billy's pride and joy-"
He scoffed at me, "Yeah. That's why we fought so much."
"Do you really think he would have made the effort to fight with you if he truly didn't care?"
"Guess not." He sighed.
"He wouldn't want to see you like this. He'd want to see his trouble making kid grow into a fine young man."
"He'll never get to see that." A tear slid down his cheek and he averted his eyes. I could feel the tears coming to my eyes too. It was heart breaking to see him so broken.
"Don't say that."
"Why the fuck not? It's true!" He spat at me.
"Cuz he will see it. As long you keep his memory around, he will."
Jacob didn't respond at first, "I'm a piece of shit. Here I am moping around when you can hardly get around. Do you need anything?"
I studied him hard to see if I should confront him about changing the subject.
"No. I'm good. Are you hungry?"
"Yeah. I'll make something for us."
"Ha!" I laughed for a moment before becoming serious, "I don't think so."
"Bella…" He said condescendingly.
"Jacob…"I replied back in the same tone.
"Just let me make something."
"And risk a potential fire in my kitchen? Fat chance."
"Fine!" He surrendered, "Let's order take out."
"Fine with me."
"You pick. I'm gonna do some laundry."
"Okay."
We both went our separate ways in the house. I pondered what we should eat on my way to the kitchen, but something was nagging me from the back of my mind though. I felt like I was forgetting something.
I shrugged it off as undone homework.
I opened the kitchen drawer that was full of coupons for such occasions as these.
Hmm…pizza or Chinese?
I stared indecisively at the coupons in my hand. I shook my head and decided to ask emo boy's opinion. I glanced at my crutches that were leaning against the table. Stupidly, I decided to forgo the crutches and hop my way to the guest bedroom. The door was partially open so I pushed it all the way open and hopped on in, staring at the coupons as I did so.
"So do you want piazza or chi-" I looked up from my dilemma to a boxer clad Jacob.
"Shit!" I yelped out as I lost my balance. I made to grab the door, but failed miserably. I shut my eyes tightly and waited for the painful impact which never came. I quickly opened my eyes and found myself in Jacob's arms. I looked around momentarily.
"Oh." I said with surprise.
"Oh?" Jacob repeated confused.
"Oh." Another voice repeated from the hallway.
I turned my head and saw Edward standing there. Jaw flapping wildly in the non breeze.
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OOOOHHHHHH!!! Lol. Lots of that going around. Haha. More drama. Hope you enjoyed the chapter. I sure did. Hehe.
I'm so excited to see Fame!!! Can you tell? Lol.
EN: More chocolate as payment for the chapter, as usual. We bought a bag full…but I doubt there will be any left for little old me by the time our magnificent author is finished with it. So, as recompense, I would appreciate any and all reviews. They make sure I have to get less chocolate next time to bribe her with. Thank you all very much for reading and reviewing =)
