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Chapter 19
Words gone unsaid are the ones that mean the most
I knew I was dying. Sam had flung me down, growling at me surely telling me not to move. Like I could if I wanted to, and I really wanted to. My life was flashing before my eyes, well from when my life started any way. When I met Edward, the only memories that mattered. I closed my eyes I remembered the first time I saw him, how mad he looked. So beautiful, but also so deadly terrifying. His black eyes. Blood trickled out of the side of my mouth. I sobbed. I was glad he wasn't there to see me right now, dying. lord Edward I'm begging, don't go and kill yourself. No matter what happens; I will see you again someday. I knew he couldn't hear me but I told myself it was worth the try. Everything is worth a try.
It hurt to breath, one of Sam's huge teeth had jabbed into my lung. I coughed a little, coughing up blood. That made me throw up, rust and salt. I sobbed holding my stomach. I sobbed, help! I begged silently. Tears were flowing. I was laying in blood now.
"I don't know," he murmured. "The only guess I have is that maybe your mind doesn't work the same way the rest of theirs do. Like your thoughts are on the AM frequency and I'm only getting FM." He grinned at me, suddenly amused.
"My mind doesn't work right? I'm a freak" .
"I hear voices in my mind and you're worried that you're the freak…"
I wanted to laugh at the memory but when I opened my mouth blood just seeped out. I closed my eyelids, the were getting heavy. I knew I wouldn't last much longer. Then I heard it, heavy footsteps they were outside the door. I leaned down and slipped off my heels. Grabbing them in my hands, I had a plan. My breathing was still slowing and I knew I wouldn't last long.
The heavy breathing came close, he smelled of pine and dirt. Hatred filled my heart. I wanted to kill him. I want to make him feel what I am feeling right now. I want him to hurt like I am, I want him to hurt like Edward surely is right now. He touched me, and my eye lids flew open I stuck the long heel up his nose gabbing up his nose making blood flow like water out of a geyser. "oh my god Jake.." he put his finger on my mouth, then he yanked my heel out of his nose.
"its okay Bells, you have to be quiet. If you want to live, and if you want Edward to live we have to sneak out like now-ish." I nodded, and he lifted me up bringing me close to him. In a matter of minutes we were running. I don't know how we made it past the wolves, but somehow we had. We were running, "are you okay Bells. I'm so, so sorry."
I opened my mouth but a fresh sob had came out. He hadn't wanted to kill me. He was saving me. I was coughing blood again. "oh my god we have to stop the bleeding and clean the wounds." he was sobbing now.
I wanted to comfort him but I was dying, and I couldn't speak at all. every time my mouth opened I either sobbed or blood came out. Like he said I couldn't loose any more blood. Before I knew it we were at a small house. He opened the door and immediately started taking my dress off, "what are you-" I chocked.
"we have to clean your wounds and stop the bleeding. I'm going to wash them out then I'm going to stitch them up the best I can." all I could do was nod. My consciousness was slipping, quickly. Once I was out of my clothes I was in the bathtub, he washed my wounds then sewed the holes up. I was breathing heavily, and I felt like I had betrayed Edward in a way. Jacob Black had just seen me naked.
I laid on the bed all wrapped up, I was wearing one of his shirts and his boxers. I was too restless to sleep. He had given me strong pain medication but it wasn't helping at all. "how are you feeling?" he crawled into bed with me under the covers, despite the fact he was blazing hot I was shivering. "love you Bells." he whispered. I cried. I wanted to say something, I didn't know what to say. Even if I could talk.
I had stopped puking blood, Jacob said that, that was good. I thought it was good too. The taste was still stuck on my tongue. I felt sick. My ribs ached, everything ached.
"its going to be okay, I wont let them hurt you." my eyelids fluttered open, I looked at Jacob I kissed his chin. I watched his eyes light up. I snuggled up to his big chest.
Then I felt a strange urge, I had to tell him. "Jake?" I whispered.
"yeah Bells?"
"after we went swimming last time, I heard Billy and Sam talking about how they wanted to kill all of the Cullen's and me." I paused before the last word. He gaped at me.
"B-Billy wants you dead? But why? He likes you."
"That's what I thought too," I closed my eyes. I knew I couldn't sleep but I at least wanted to try. I could feel wetness touch me, as his cheek did. He was crying. I don't blame him. I would cry too. I took in his sent, the sent of pine and dirt, then sleep took me over.
Jacob POV
She was in my arms, in my clothes. She was my everything. She was here, Sam almost killed her. Fresh tears came, I couldn't hold them back any more. She was finally with me, finally in my arms. I couldn't believe her scent. I remember the first time I talked to her, when she came to La Push. She was flirting with me, I know now it was because of Edward. But it was the first time when I realized that I wanted to be hers. That I wanted her to be mine.
I remember when we went to see the movie with Mike Newton, that was our last night of reality. Before things got complicated. Everything would have been easier if I wasn't a werewolf. If I wasn't what I am, and if he wasn't what he is. Then things may have turned out different. If I wasn't so racist against him than maybe she wouldn't be here right now.
As much as I'm loving her being here right now, I wish she wasn't. I wish she wasn't in pain, even if that means she kissed my chin and is sleeping beside me right now…