PROTECTED
Chapter 4
"Why did you listen to that, that monster?" Asked a very upset Troy. After getting to the hospital, we(Troy's parent, and I), found out that he had a minor concussion but was okay to leave. After getting Troy home, he sat on the couch and pulled me onto his lap, that's where we are now. Me, trying to come up with an answer.
"Honestly, I don't know, reflex I guess. Sort of like fight or flight, but I took flight." I tried to explain. He nodded his head, tightening his arms on me.
"I thought you weren't going to come see me, I thought you where with the monster." Troy spat out.
"Why do you insist on calling him "That monster," or "The monster"? His name is Jacob." I said sticking up for a boy I hardly knew.
"Why are you sticking up for him. Trust me, I know his name." He replyed getting angry.
"How about we get over this, by going on a date?" I asked, trying to avoid the Jacob topic.
"Sure, but you should ask your parents." He replied almost instantly.
"Right, well I should get going." I said standing up.
"I'll drive you." He said standing up, but I pushed him down by the shoulders.
"I have my car here, you need to rest before our date, I'll call you after I ask my parents." He nodded his head, and I left saying goodbye to Lucille and Jack.
"Mom, Dad! I'm home!" I yelled through the silent house. I walked through the kitchen to see my dad going through paper work, and my mother drinking hot tea, while reading through her scheduling book.
"Hello darling, how was school?" My mother asked not looking up.
"It was good, except Troy got into a fight with the new kid." This caught both of there attention, and looked up immedietly.
"Is he alright?" My father asked, now interested.
"Yes, except he has a concussion, Jacob beat him up pretty bad." I explained walking towards the refrigerator.
"A concussion? I can't imagine Troy fighting anyone, he's just the sweetest boy. Why were he and Jacob fighting?" my mother asked, taking the pepsi out of my hands, and replacing it with a bottle of life water. I sighed.
"Well Jacob, and I were talking about an Art project, and Troy got upset about it, so Troy punched Jacob first." I lied. My mother looked shocked.
"I don't believe Troy would do that." My father added in. "His father taught him better than that."
"It's what happened, anyways, Troy wants to take me on a date tonight, if that's okay with you." I added.
"I don't have a problem with it, but if Troy ever touches you in a way you don't like, you come straight to us. Understand?" My father asked. I felt my cheeks go red as I nodded a yes.
After pulling into Troy's drive-way again, I noticed Troy waiting by his truck in a dress shirt, and jeans. I smiled slightly, before getting out. I was wearing a sundress, that went just above my fingertips. Troy looked at my face and smiled, and then at my outfit, and frowned. He walked closer to me. I felt insecure around him, most of the time.
"You should change." He said taking my hand in his.
"Why, what's wrong with what I'm wearing?" I asked upset.
"Nothing, well atually, it's just too showy, you know." He tried to explain. "I'll drive you to your house to change." I just followed him, trying not to get to mad yet. Once we where in front of my house, I went inside and up to my room. My parents weren't home, and I felt empty. Insecure. Afraid. I let a few tears escape as I changed into jeans, and a yellow baby doll top. I changed my heels, with flip flops, and looked into the mirror. This wasn't me. I was better than this. Listening to some boy. I never thought I would ever say this in my entire life, but I hate him. I hate Troy Jackson Bolton.
I redid my make-up, making sure it didn't look like I was crying, then started my adventure downstairs again. Troy's truck was in the same place, I hopped in, and didn't say anything as he started to drive away again.
"Thank you." He murmured.
"What?' I asked loudly turning to face him.
"I said 'thank you' for changing." He responded shocked by my reaction.
"I was perfectly fine with what I was wearing." I responded looking out the window.
"Well, I wasn't." he said.
"You can't control everything in my life Troy." I was finally opening up to him. Why now?
"You haven't stopped me yet, so why can't I! Your mother, and father control you, so why can't I!" He yelled. My hands automatically reached for the door handle. I opened the door while Troy was looking ahead muttering under his breath as he focussed on the rode.
I've seen people jump out of moving cars in movies, they were okay. But then again, this isn't a movie. I started to retreat my hands, but then Troy started yelling again, nasty words came flying out of his mouth, so I did it. I jumped out of the car. My body hit the pavement on the side of the road, and I let out a groan, as I tried to sit up. My side felt like it would be pretty bruised up later. I was about to lie back down, but then Troy's truck stopped up ahead. I got up quickly feeling the pain throughout my body, but ran into the forest. Soon enough Troy was no where in sight, and I recognized the street as White Wood Avenue. The neighborhood next to ours.
There was a bench on the side of the road, next to what looked like a rusted metal trash can. I sat down onto the bench, and cried. Fully cried, not just a couple tears, but truly cried. Minutes, or hours later I heard the familiar sound of a motorcycle not far away. I looked up through blurred vision. It turns out I was sitting on the bench on the opposite side of the Black's house. Jacob Black's house.
Hi everyone! Sorry for the late update, I just got back from England so I've been busy unpacking and all. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and continue to read on!
Thank you all for the support!
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