Third chapter- renewed
The other line was quiet, I even considered checking if he'd hung up on me. Then I heard him exhale.
"Oh...Hi, Bella, what's up?" He decided he was going to be chirpy. I perched on the edge of the kitchen table.
"I want help, and you're the only friend I've got at the moment. Please." It came out as a child like plead. I heard banging at his end of the line. I gripped the edge of the table, scared of losing my balance.
"Are you at home?" He asked.
"Yeah why?" I responded quickly.
The line went dead. Ugh, I hate that kid sometimes.
I pulled the toaster out of the cupboard and plugged it into the wall. I had to rummage through the cupboard to find the box of chocolate cinnamon pop tarts. I put four tarts in the toaster. Just as I reached to get a plate from the shelf, there was a banging on the door. I ran towards the door and answered it.
Jacob stood, in the pouring rain, with nothing on but a pair of tightly fitting jeans. Rain droplets ran down his naked chest, rolling over his firm tanned chest muscles and down towards his belly button... I flushed red, blushing violently. Why did he have to look so hot without even trying? There was a suddenly smirk on his face. His hands gripped my waist, and I grabbed his wrists.
"I thought you wanted help." He frowned.
I pulled away, and shook my head.
"With the drinking, Jacob, not THAT!" I exclaimed.
He nodded in realisation, before he grabbed my hand and dragged me towards his truck. He pushed me into the cab, went back to the house, disappeared for thirty seconds and came out, locked the front door and sprinted back towards the car. In his hands were my shoes, and my phone. He placed them on my lap as he climbed in. He better not be planning on kidnapping me.
"Where we going?" I asked him, pulling my shoes on.
He didn't respond as he threw the Chevy truck into reverse. He span around in the middle of the road, and headed towards Forks Police Station. My heart began pounding in my small weak chest, pulling into the Station's parking lot, I felt like I was going to vomit. Jacob stopped the truck, pulled on a t-shirt, climbed out of the cab, and walked around to my side; he violently pulled my door open and dragged me out, and kicked the door shut, pulling me into the police station. He threw me into the Chief's office, and I landed on my hands and knees in front of my father. I pulled myself up, and dusted myself down.
"She wants help." Jacob spat, sounding betrayed and heartbroken. He then, abruptly left.
Something inside me told me that he didn't want me to get better, and that he wanted me to remain as his drinking buddy and occasional one night stand whore.