Bring Me to Life
By: KellyCRocker59
Chapter Five: Exodus
I'm sorry that it has been so long since I've updated, but I have been UBER busy! This is a short chapter, but it has a very major event in it that will effect the rest of the story! The title derives from the second book of the Bible, and is called such because the second part of the story now begins.
I awoke to a rhythmic beeping. I opened my eyes slowly to find my body lying on a white bed, a white dress serving as my clothing. I turned to see an IV attached to my arm, and the rhythmic beating coming from a machine that showed my heart beats. I looked around the bland room, all of the walls white like everything else.
I looked over to see Jacob lying back in an uncomfortable-looking chair, head back and mouth slightly open in sleep. I felt a light rush of pain flowing through my chest, and then I remembered what had happened. Why I was obviously here.
The memories flooded back in waves, my mind running through all of the horrifying events that had taken place. I remembered blood. And pain. Lots and lots of pain. I suddenly felt warm arms around me and a large body holding me tight. I clung to the form that I knew to be Jacob, gasping and sobbing, realizing that I had been screaming.
He held me close for an immeasurable amount of time, my sobs slowly subsiding into whimpers. I finally felt my eyes drifting closed, and when I next woke up, Jacob was lying in the bed with me, holding me close to him. I could tell that he wasn't asleep, and I felt bad for being a liability.
I slowly took a deep breath and exhaled, his arms tightening slightly around me. I looked up and he looked down, our eyes locking together. I saw a pain like I had never seen before in his eyes, and I felt horrible because of it.
I smiled weakly up at him, and he leaned down, pressing his lips softly against mine. I felt the prickly hairs on his chin that showed that he hadn't shaved in a while, and I knew that that meant he probably hadn't left my side since I had gotten to the hospital.
He pulled back, and I was the first to speak.
"Jake..."
"Bella, I'm so sorry. I-I should have been there. I should have been there to protect you. I don't know what I was thinking! This is my fault. If I had been there, this wouldn't have-"
"Jacob, no! This isn't your fault. There is no way that you could have changed what happened. I should have known something like this would happen when I..."
"When you what?" He questioned.
"When I became a prostitute."
Jake fell out of the bed in shock, falling to the ground and stumbling up.
"You what!" He cried in shock.
"I was short on money and...I met this lady, and she said that she had money, so I started doing it and it paid well and, and..." I said quickly, trying to explain myself.
The only thing keeping me stable at that moment was getting ready to slip away, and I couldn't let that happen.
"Bella, I..." Jake whispered, pain and sadness overwhelming his face.
"Jacob, I just needed money! I was poor, and I would have starved-"
"You don't understand! I was saving myself for you! I didn't let any of the girls from La Push get too close because I wanted my first time to be with you! I wanted it to be prefect, and now you've ruined it! I loved you, Bella! How could you do this?" He cried, a single tear slowly trailing down his cheek.
"Jacob, I love you! I want to be with you!"
He shook his head back and forth, and I felt my stability, my anchor that was keeping me in reality slowly pulling away.
"I...can't do this Bella. Not now."
He ran from the room, slamming the door closed behind him. I watched the door for a very long time, wandering what to think or do. Then, I did the only thing that I could manage. I cried.
I cried for what had happened. I cried for becoming a whore. I cried for losing Jacob. And I cried for how horrible my life had turned out. I cried for the fact that I hadn't saved myself for Jacob. I cried for this whole damn situation. But most of all, I cried for leaving Forks in the first place.