Chapter 8
Seth's Point Of View Still
Each time I see Blake, she has an increased lustrous smile. That Jack must have some serious moves. As her real genuine happiness ignites, mine slips away into oblivion. No matter how badly I want to leave, there is something, some sort of hope that convinces me to stay. I felt my fists clench when she mentioned over dinner that Jack should come. I could also feel Rosalie's victorious smirk burning a dent into my self esteem.
One member in her family to be with a wolf, was obviously too much for her. Jasper floated across the room and tapped my hand, gesturing me out of the room. I didn't have much of a choice, and to be honest, I couldn't stand hearing her happiness with this Jack fellow. "yes?" my jaw was still clenched.
Now that Blake's sweet scent wasn't drowning out the vampire stench, it burned like WD-40 against a flame. I felt like running away but my feet wouldn't budge. Why is it that when you want to leave your feet refuse? "I can sense that you are tense and that you don't want to be here. Where you'd rather be? I haven't the foggiest." I nodded sharply. I don't know where I want to go either. "Under her joy is guilt and regret." I doubt it, that girl is probably throwing a party with Jack, celebrating her freedom from my grip.
Edward stormed in and threw me against the wall, pinning me against it with his fist. There was a low growl forming in his chest while he spat in my face "That girl loves you, and to think that she doesn't it lunacy. Stop your whining. She's experimenting, Jesus Christ. Your moping over her, makes me want to rip your lungs out, and right now, I feel that I might." Had I not been so indifferent his temper would have seared fear into me permanently, but I was indifferent, and I wasn't scared. My temper roared up inside me. "Let. Me. Go." My body began to quake. Deep breathing couldn't save me now, nothing could. I closed my eyes tight as Edward's grip changed to one of protective fear. Blood leaked down my throat as my teeth held my tongue down.
"Seth? Edward! What's wrong?!" that voice was unmistakably Blake's. Her concern made me crumble to my knees. I felt weak crying silently into my lap. What made it worse was Blake lifted my face so that I was looking at her. "Seth! Please tell me what's wrong!" the pleading tone made it harder not to tell. Now I understood how she felt when she had kissed Jack that first day. Her reluctance now made sense; it was as if her ignorance were bliss. I pulled her into my arms, feeling guilty for getting her shirt damp. "Blake just know that no matter what, I'll love you." Her arms twisted around and pressed my being closer to hers. Tenderly her fingers slipped through my hair. She'd never know how much that made me want her more. "Seth…its cold outside….stay the night?" she was too sweet. I merely nodded.