Chapter 12
Jacob's POV
"Charlie, Billy, we're going to go on a walk." I said
"Alright. You kids be safe." Charlie said.
As soon as we got outside I grabbed her hand, holding it tight, she flinches. Her hand felt so cold in mine.
"You're like my own heater." Emma said.
"I'll take that as a complement. Emma, we need to talk." I told her flipping over her arm and rolling up her sleeve to show fresh scars.
"Jacob, please don't make me." She said.
"Emma, you need to stop."
"Jake, sometimes I need to make sure that everything is really happening. When I feel pain, I know it's real."
"Em, it hurts me to see the scars. Please stop. For me."
"Okay, Jake. I'll try."
"Please Emma," It killed me to see the cuts, some from only days ago, "I need you to stop."
"I said, I'll try."
We were silent for a while.
"So are you doing anything for New Years?"
"Not unless you invite me to something, I mean I have no other friends."
"Well, a bunch of us are having a bonfire. My dad and Quil's dad, Old Quil, are going to tell stories about the Quileute. Charlie can come too. We're meeting at Emily and Sam's house."
"That sounds great."
She looked so beautiful under the moonlight. How could she do this to me?
We headed back to the house.