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Jamie's Point of View
I jerked my hands out of his grasp and stood up. "No! You can't tell me what to do. I am out of here! I'll walk if I have to! And you listen to me, Jacob Black, don't even think about getting within ten feet of me next Monday," I spat. I stomped towards the entrance, ready to give hell to anyone who got in my way. Just as I was about to escape, I ran into something blocking the doorway. It was rigid… and searing hot. My mouth dropped open as Paul lifted me off my feet and over his shoulder. I beat on his back with my fists, ignoring the intense pain that shot through my arms every time I did so. "Put me down!" I shrieked. "Put me down! So help me Paul, if you don't put me down right now, I will kick your ass along with Jacob's!"
"Alright, alright. Calm down Jamie. I'll put you down," Paul responded calmly as he dropped me down on the couch. "Just don't try to leave again, okay? You'll just be hurting yourself."
"Excuse me?"
"Just don't leave. Please. Jacob will be back soon to take you home." My head swiveled around the room. When had Jacob left? Not that I cared.
"If I'm still here," I muttered. Paul rolled his eyes.
"Tell Jacob that we'll watch her for him," Emily said evenly. Paul nodded and kissed Nadia, rubbing her back soothingly. He hugged her tightly, murmuring something in her ear, then walked across the room and left. So Emily was okay with this—this kidnapping— too?! Clearly, no one was on my side.
"So," Kim started as if nothing happened, "what should we do now?" I glanced around, paying no heed to her. Nadia's face was white, her hands curled into fists at her side. She was shaking. Kim approached her and held her tightly. "It'll be okay, Nadia. Don't worry. We've been through this before." I lifted my head at that last sentence.
"What do you mean that you've been through this before?" I got up and looked Kim in the eye. "Is this a routine for you guys? Then you can tell me what just happened!" Kim just continued to comfort Nadia, ignoring me. They all ignored me. So be it. "Well while you go through your little crisis, I'll be going home. I'd like to say it was nice to meet you, but that would be lying. Thanks so much for the lovely party." I stormed out of the house. I wasn't surprised when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Emily.
"Wait," she told me, "if you leave again we'll just call Paul to carry you back in. And all you'll end up doing is upsetting Jacob more."
I stood there for a second, thinking her words over, before viciously shrugging her hand off my shoulder and going inside, my hands clenched at my sides. Stupid Emily. Stupid Paul. Stupid Jacob. As soon as I closed the door behind me I collapsed onto the floor, squeezing my eyes shut. I felt so helpless. Of all the things that might have gone wrong, I had never imagined Jacob leaving me. That he would just abandon me without explanation and keep me here against my will. My hands reached up to cover my face. I wouldn't, couldn't, cry especially not in front of these strangers. "Where's the bathroom?" I choked out, battling tears.
"Oh, sweetie, it's go--," Emily sighed.
"That way Jamie," Kim interrupted, pointing her finger down the hall.
I rushed into the bathroom without looking back, and locked the door behind me. A sob burst from my lips, and I didn't try to stop it this time. Why? Why did this happen? Why wouldn't anyone tell me what was going on? Why wouldn't anyone trust me? I continued to bawl without restraint. I should have never let Jacob talk me into coming here…I should have never talked to Jacob in the first place…I should have ridden the bus before even thinking of stepping foot into his ugly car. I wiped away my tears and tried to control my sobs. I hated crying. I looked into the mirror. My face was beet red, and my eyes were bloodshot. Wonderful. Just what I frickin needed. I splashed myself with cold water and tried to smooth my hair. I took a deep breath, controlled my heaving, and unlocked the latch. I stepped out into the hallway, avoiding their gazes of pity. No one said anything to my relief. I took my place on the couch and stared on a random spot on the ceiling, a numb feeling subjugating my body. Jacob would explain. I would make him explain. I shook off my clouded thoughts and tried to divert my attention onto something else. The room was completely silent, which didn't help anything. Everyone's face was filled with worry and concern…over something that I had no idea about. We sat there in silence for God knows how long, until finally Emily gestured something to Nadia and Kim, and they all moved over into the kitchen. I slinked closer to listen in on their conversation. Maybe, for the first time since I had met Jacob, I would get a straight answer.
"What are we going to do? We can't just keep this from her," I recognized Kim's voice. "She's going to find out somehow. What must she be thinking?"
"What'll we tell her?" That must have been Nadia.
"I don't know," Emily exhaled, "the boys will have to figure something out. It's such a shame that they were making such progress. This could have just ruined everything for them...for a while at least."
"Unless we tell her," Kim interrupted.
"It's not our business to tell her, Kim. It's Jacob's," Emily disagreed.
"But--" Kim argued.
"She's not ready, Kim, even if it were our buisness," Nadia reasoned in an effort to stop the fight.
Kim sighed. "Sorry Nadia. I know that. I'm just worried about Jared."
No one responded for a long time. What the hell was all of this? What was being kept from me?! What was Jacob supposed to tell me? And, most importantly, who was making "progress"? I heard shuffling across the linoleum floor in the kitchen. I jumped back into my place on the couch and didn't glance at them as they reentered the living room.
"Jamie," Emily said. I didn't move. "We can't tell you what's going on yet because it's not our secret to tell. It's a serious issue concerning our family. When the time is right, you'll know. But for now, you'll just have to trust us. Please. And Jamie, we'll help you in whatever way we can."
I pushed myself up, using both of my arms for support. I thought that I might collapse again. Instead, I stared at the ground coldly. I wanted to tell them that I would never trust them in my life…that I was done playing this sick joke…that I would never accept help from the likes of them. But just then, I looked up and saw their faces. Kim's lips were pursed, and her eyes revealed a torturous, anxious pain that reminded me of when Mark left me…only ten times worse. Emily, despite the scars that mangled her beautiful face, radiated honesty and substance that made me really feel like everything would work out. And Nadia…Nadia, I could tell, still hung on to that last embrace with Paul with all of her strength. Whatever was happening, it was serious. Dangerous. Critical. All I'd been doing was making this harder for the people who had something so much more significant to worry about.
"Emily, Nadia, Kim," I spoke each of their names carefully. "I trust you."
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