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Love, LN
Chapter 2
Renesemee-
When I get the call from Jacob I'm surprised, I did not think he would actually call me. But when he says that he is in trouble and needs my help, I don't hesitate to grab my keys and head out the door. Driving down 140thquickly I see a tall figure standing in the shadows. "Jacob?" I call and the man turns around but as he does his eyes roll into his head and he falls to the ground. "Jacob!" I run to him, getting closer I can see blood all over his shirt, more still seeping into it. I quickly tear his shirt to find out where the bleeding is coming from. Using strips of my own t-shirt I tie up the wounds and clot the blood flow the best I can. Running to my car to grab a towel and wrap it around him. I don't know how I did it but I managed to lift him up and drag him to my car. As I crank the engine I think of what it is I should do. 'I need to take him to the hospital he's lost so much blood.' Out of the corner of my eye I see him stir. "Jacob?" I ask and he moans. "I'm taking you to the hospital we'll be there soon okay?" "No!" He moans, "I can't go there they may be there waiting for me." "Then where can we go?" "What about you apartment? It's probably the safest place at the moment." "Alright", I sigh and turn my car around heading for my place. Once we're there I help the man up the stairs as best I can and lead him to my room with no trouble. I sit him down on my chair and quickly run to my bathroom and grab some rags and hydrogen peroxide along with some water and tweezers. I sit beside him placing the supplies down next to me. "Jacob I need you to take off your shirt so I can see where the holes are." "Okay" He says as he jerks it off him. The wounds are pretty bad, "You're going to need to take something for this." I tell him. "You got a bottle of alcohol or something?" he asks. I laugh, "Yeah, I've got some wine, hold on." I walk to the cabinet pulling out two bottles one red wine the other white. I give him the red, keeping the other for myself; I'll probably need it after this. "I hope you're not going to drink that while you're pulling the bullets out of me." He says taking a swing of the red. "No I'm just going to bang this bottle upside your head. Really? Jacob do you believe I have no sense?" "Oh you have sense I just don't know how much." He jokes. "Well I'm going to use this to help clean out the wounds along with the peroxide." I explain, "Alright then" he grits as I pour the chemical over his wounds, then grabbing the tweezers pull out the bullets. "You should drink all the wine" I say, he grunts and chugs it down before I go back to digging. It takes several hours but after four bottles of wine and plenty of towels I finally manage to get them all out. Then I wrap his wounds in bandages and gauze and lead him to the couch. He's drunk by now and doesn't stay any better on his feet, but I finally get him there. I give him a pillow and drape a blanket over him. I know he'll have a bad hangover tomorrow so I grab a trash can and glass of water sitting them down next to him. "Good night Jacob." " G'night Essie" he slurs and I laugh as I head up to my bedroom, changing out of my now blood drenched clothes and finally going to sleep.
When I wake up the next morning all I can hear is the loud noise of someone throwing up. So I quickly get up and head down to check on Jacob. When I get there I see him leaning over the trash can barfing his guts out, so I go to the kitchen and grab a few ibuprofen and some more water. "Her take these." I tell him handing over the pills and water. "What is it?" "It's ibuprofen, it'll help with your headache." He just nods and swallows the pills, downing the water in one go. "Do you want anything to eat?" "Um…do you have any soup or anything?" "Yeah, how about chicken noodle?" "That'd be great." I smile walking into the kitchen and pulling out the ingredients. I boil some chicken breasts and noodles in separate pots, and then once they are done I mix and add some salt, pepper and a bit of parsley. I cut the chicken into bit size pieces and poor some of the mixture into a bowl for Jacob and some more into one for me. I walk out with one in each hand. "Here you go Jacob." "Thanks Nessie." He says as he graciously takes the bowl from my hand. "Homemade?" he asks. "Yeah, I don't like the stuff from the can." I tell him. "It's really good." "Thanks" I reply and we eat our soup in silence. "How are you feeling now?" I ask him after he's eaten all his soup. "Much better, actually." "That's good.-" "Just go ahead and ask me Nessie." He says. I look down and sigh, "I already have an idea but I'm not sure." I look back up into his eyes, "are you in a gang Jacob?" "No….I'm the leader of one…." And I gasp, "Oh….um…" "I didn't choose this." He says in a hurry. "What?" "My father and his father started it all years ago." "And you being the oldest boy, I'm guessing, got stuck in the family business?" "Yes" He admits softly. "I don't want this life-I never have. I've hated it since the day my mom-"He stops abruptly. "Your mom what?" I ask gently "Never mind." "Then why do you stay?" I ask changing the subject. "Because where could I go? There's no way they would let me go freely. They'd kill me before they'd do that." I sigh, "What are you going to do now?" I ask. He stands up and begins to pace. "I don't want you in this." He states, "So I'm leaving, right now. Before they try to find me." "But you can't go now!" I say, "Your wounds are still bad and could get infected if you don't care for them properly!" "They will find me Nessie and that would drag you into my world. You don't need to be in my world." "I understand, but Jacob I can't let you go out into that with a good conscience. At least stay here a few more days, so I can make sure your wounds heal, okay?" I beg him. He looks me in the eyes as if he's searching for something. "Alright." I don't know if he found just what he was looking for, but I'm just glad he is staying…
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