When I looked at her, her broken unconscious face, it made me feel like there was nothing else in the world more important than this girl. "How could someone do this to you?" I whispered, my voice shaking with anger. I got up and ran a few paces back from her as I realized I was shaking with rage. Putting both hands against a small tree, I snapped it in half and then threw it through the air. It hit another tree with a loud 'thunk' and then fell to the forest floor.
This noise brought the girl out of unconsciousness and she started to stir. I darted to her side, kneeled down, and gently caressed her cheek.
"Ow!" the girl yelped as her eyes flew open. She sat up and put her hands to her face, and then burst into tears.
"Oh no," I said not knowing what to do now. "Uhm…it's ok. You're safe now…" I put my arms around her in a comforting hug.
She turned her head and started bawling into my chest. "Why…couldn't…you have just…let me die!" she sobbed and pounded her tiny fist against my chest, but with no effect whatsoever. She had just enough strength now to just cry.
"I could never let you die," I said softly and then lifted her into my arms.
She continued to cry loudly but otherwise did not protest as I ran to Sam's house. I knew Emily would be able to mend her quickly.
When I got there, I knocked on the front door twice. It seemed to take forever for the front porch light to switch on but I knew it was only a few seconds. The girl in my arms' loud sobs had now turned into soft whimpers and she had closed her eyes as I ran.
The door opened, and in the door way stood Sam and Emily together, staring at me with confusion. "Emily! You have got to…" I started to beg.
"Jacob, what happened!" asked Emily with wide eyes as she took in the girl in my arms. "Hurry get in the house and put her on the couch!"
Not waiting for any further invitation, I stepped in and gently laid her down on the worn sofa. Her body was limp and weak and she felt very underweight.
"Jacob what happened?" Emily asked again.
"I don't really know what happened to her. I just heard her scream and she was unconscious before I could get to her. I think her father did this to her. He had a beer can in his hand and he was drunk. She must always be abused because there also old bruises and scrapes." I motioned to the wounds on her arm and face. "Her nose and her jaw look badly broken," I said as Sam and Emily examined her. Emily touched her jaw gently and the girl flinched back.
I kneeled down beside the couch and just stared at her face while Emily got a wet cloth and Sam went to phone the police about what had happened. I knew her jaw was broken from the way it was set and she looked like she was in a lot of pain from her expression. She had five scrapes running down her left cheek, a bloody and from the looks of it, a broken nose, and she seemed to be recovering a black eye. "Mom," she mumbled in her sleep.
Suddenly Emily was there at my side, dabbing at the girl's bloody nose and the scrapes and dirt on her face from the man's shoe. She flinched and whimpered severely with each touch.
There was a sharp knock on the door and Sam came out of the kitchen to answer it. When he did, I saw that Charlie Swan, the Chief Policeman of Forks, was there pushing my dad in his wheelchair.
"Jacob," my dad said. "What's wrong?" he couldn't see over the back of the couch in his chair. "It's nearly midnight."
"You said there was an accident?" asked Charlie, speaking to Sam.
Sam's eyes were filled with remorse as he said, "Come see for yourself."
A look of confusion crossed Charlie's face as Sam beckoned him towards the couch. When he approached it, his mouth dropped open and his eyes were wide as he gasped, "Renesmee!"