Chapter 6
I fought my way awake, I wasn't sure what happened but I knew whatever it was, it was something bad that I had to protect Layla from. She was my everything. My body didn't want to move, it was weighing me down in this darkness, with a sluggish force I opened my eyes to find myself in my bedroom, lying in bed. I appeared to be alone but something moved in the corner of my eye.
"Jake? What are you doing here?" I asked my voice sounded oddly distant.
"I was on my way over when I heard a commotion and I opened the door and saw you lying on the floor passed out. I nearly killed Paul, and called Seth to come take care of Layla and moved you in here. You've been out for a few hours." Jake said moving closer and sitting on the edge of my bed.
"Paul did this to me?" I asked my voice Harding. How could Paul do this to me? Clearly he's an asshole and doesn't deserve a chance to be in mine or Layla's life. He's dangerous.
Jake nodded, pushing my hair back. "I think you broke your hand too, so when you feel up to it, we should go get that checked out."
So along with throwing me across the room and knocking me out, Paul also broke my freaking hand! Can today get any worse! I thought bitterly as the doctor wrapped my hand.
"How exactly did this happen, young lady?" The extremely attractive doctor asked, eyeing Jake.
"I kinda punched this jerk in the face." I replied sheepishly avoiding looking at the doctor.
"Paul." Jake grunted from the corner. And the doctor raised his eyebrows.
"Ah, well I happen to know Paul has a slight temper so what did he do to deserve the punch?" Dr. Cullen asked.
"He told me how to raise my daughter." I replied staring into his golden eyes. "And no one tells me how to raise her. Not even her deadbeat dad."
"Oh, and Doctor? Paul may have thrown her across the room to where she slammed into a wall and knocked herself out, if you wouldn't mind checking that, that'd be great." Jake said in a meaningful tone.
I threw him a dirty look; I hated people to know I was weak. After a another hour I was finally able to go home. I was completely fine except 2 broken knuckles and 1 broken fingers, so my entire right hand was in a giant ugly cast.
"Thanks Jake." I said walking towards his car. Jake smiled, "Bitter much?"
"You know it. Um what the hell is he doing here?" I asked spotting Paul leaning against Jake's car.
"I thought you'd be with her." His voice had a slight threat in it.
"Shut the fuck up Paul. Stay the hell away from me and my daughter." I replied, shoving him away from the door so I could get in. Paul grabbed my arm.
"Jacey, you can't do this."
I pulled my knee up and slammed it where the sun doesn't shine. "Watch me." I replied yanking my arm out of his grasp and jumping in the car. Slamming the door and told Jake "Drive me to get Layla please." I spoke calmly. I only did what I had to, to protect myself and daughter.