Ch18

In next two days, Jake randomly disappeared without telling me more than twice. I was left standing alone in the middle of nowhere. Having absolutely no clue where to go, I had to wish myself home. Where he disappeared to? I had no idea. He just left again and again. Is it not bad enough that he had lied to me and went to a war plus returning wounded?

I saw Jake on Saturday. We were at the beach. It was empty except for us. He was his usual smiley self. But no I was not that smiley. I was actually very angry. He saw my expression; he face fell a bit but then smiled at me in an attempt to make me smile. It just was not going to work. He can't just leave me like that all the time. If I did that to him he would demand an explanation.

"Love, what's wrong?" Jacob finally asked.

I stared hard at him then said, "You know what, I can't do this anymore!"

As I finished saying the last word I saw Jake shaking. I began walking away but I was too late. Jake phased and while he was phasing, he accidently scratched my back a little too hard.

I froze midway like I had just been struck with a sword from behind. I uttered a pathetic cross between a whimper and a cry as my head snapped back on my shoulders, brightly coloured stars exploded behind my eyes. My legs felt like jelly and my mind was spinning like crazy. It wasn't long until I was unconscious.

When my eyes opened and adjusted to the surroundings, I discovered that I was in Jake's room and was lying on my stomach. I tried to get up but failed miserably. I felt so drained.

"Jake?" I said.

"I'm right here," he said. I turned my head to the left and saw him crawled up in a corner of the room. The normally playful light in his eyes extinguished.

"What are you doing there? Come closer," I said weakly.

He came to the edge of my bed and sat on a spot. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that. I'm sorry," he mumbled over and over in somewhat of a broken chant. It sounded like he was going insane right before me.

"Shut up," I said while I massaged my head. "Help me get up please. I need to go pee," I said. He held out his arm which I grabbed onto and got up. "Thanks." I walked to the bathroom and did my business. On my way towards the bed, I glanced in the mirror that hung on the wall in Jake's bedroom.

I gasped. I raked my hand viciously through my already messed hair. I was dressed in a blue checked shirt but it looked more of a shirt dress. It hung just above my knees. When did I change my clothes? I could have sworn that I was wearing shorts and a pink T-shirt. I slightly lifted the bottom of the shirt and there were my shorts. Hang on, so I am wearing my shorts but where did my T-shirt go?

"Jake?" I asked questioningly.

"Sorry, I had to dress you in my shirt. Your top is here," he held up a ripped up T-shirt. It was stained with blood and looked like it just had been in the shredder. My eyes grew large as I took in my ripped T-shirt. I nodded minutely.

I felt really tired. I felt like I could sleep for a hundred years. My back felt stiff and I had a slight burning sensation. If only the pain would go! Jake winced at my expression. He gazed at me with eyes full of guilt.

"You can break up with me. I know that I am dangerous for you but I promise you that I will never hurt you again. You must hate me, right? I hurt you so badly. You can break up with me. Just get it over with quickly," Jake said.