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We sit on my bed across from each other, awkwardly. It's weird how awkward this is. We're just starring at each other
"So..." He starts, I raise my eyebrows. "Funeral tomorrow..."
"Small talk Jacob?"
"Not small talk, just-"
"Small talk." I cut him off.
"Technically no one there would know who I am."
"Well technically, I already said no Jacob. Drop it!"
"So that's it? It's your say on what I do?"
"I appreciate what you think you're trying to do, but this has no good outcomes. You have to see that."
"Like I said, no one knows me! We don't have to walk in broadcasting that we were together right after you two broke up."
"You don't think that David's mother knew that her own son was in the hospital for a few days and involved in a law suit?"
"How does that come back to me?"
"It, just. You never know! Okay. Who knows who he talked to during that time. He could have described you, told them your name, I don't know! I just don't want anything to happen to you." I stop short not really pronouncing the '-ou'.
He shakes his head a little, "You-"
"Forget I said anything. Mm mm-" I shake my head and stop him, "I don't care. Do what you want."
"Fine, then I'm going."
"Fine."
"Fine."
I bite my lip and stare him down, my foot starts shaking. I shouldn't have let him in. "Fine," I shrug and get up, "just fine."
"Where are you going?"
"To turn out the light, I need to go to bed." I start pulling down my blankets, "Move." I tug on my blankets until he smiles and gets up.
"You shouldn't go to bed angry." He says quietly.
"I'm not angry, I'm worried." I sigh and get into bed, he takes off his clothes and gets in on the other side, "what are you doing?"
"You invited me inside, I'm going with you tomorrow, I thought I was sleeping over."
"Don't you need clothes for tomorrow?"
"I'll go later when you're asleep. If you're worried, I'm here."
"Jacob go get your clothes." He moves some hair away from my face and smiles a little. I roll over away from him, he scoots closer to me. I wait until he's still and roll back over, he's looking at me, he smiles. I keep a straight face, it doesn't last long. "Stop." I say smiling.
"What am I doing?"
"Go to sleep." I put my hand over his eyes. He blinks quickly, brushing his eyelashes against my hand. I pull it away, "That tickled." We look at each other again, our breathing almost matches. He slowly moves his hand to my waist and scoots closer to me. He kisses my cheek then slowly moves down to my neck.
"Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Jake." He rolls over.
My phone wakes me up in the morning. I read the text, 'get out here' it's from my mom. I quietly leave my room. "Ma?" I yawn. She's in the dining room getting her purse together for work.
"I didn't see Jacob's truck so I assumed he was gone."
"No he spent the night."
She looks at me for what seems like forever. "How did he get here Sveta?"
"He ran."
"What if someone saw him? He can't just be loose running around the neighborhood!"
"He's not a dog, he's still human."
"How will people think he got here? He just shows up on the porch?"
"People? Who? Why does it matter what people think about how he got here? Who's watching our house anyway?"
"No one. The neighbors. You never know, just ask him to get dropped off or drive next time. Thank you." She grabs her keys and leaves. I get back to my room, leave the door open and sit on my bed, I don't think I can go back to sleep.
"I'm sorry." He rolls over to face me.
"Don't be. I don't understand what her problem is." I cross my arms and lean back against the wall.
"Don't let it upset you, go back to bed."
"I can't sleep anymore and I still have five hours until I have to leave."
"Why don't we go to breakfast? Take your time getting ready, take a nice long shower."
"Are you gonna leave halfway through again?" I ask quietly.
"No." He closes his eyes. "That was an emergency, one time thing." I look at him for a minute.
"Okay." I get up and shower. When I get out, I realize I didn't bring my clothes with me. I wrap my towel tightly around myself and walk back carefully to my room. "Do you mind getting out so I can change?"
I expect him to make some kind of smart remark, or sexual joke, but thankfully he doesn't.
"Sure, no problem." he leaves with a smile, he's already changed into his funeral clothes. Nothing special, black jeans and and dark blue button up.
I drive us to a Perkins that's down the street. There aren't many people, we're seated quickly.
"I don't know how this place compares to Sue's, but I like it." I say after I catch him eyeballing the decor.
"I didn't say anything."
"Your eyes did."
He looks around more, "Just interesting choices for decoration."
"It's supposed to feel homey, like at grandma's."
"Maybe your grandma's, mine's house doesn't look like this." He laughs.
"How we doin' today?" Our waitress comes over.
"Okay." I respond.
"Just okay?"
"We're headed to a funeral after this." Jacob answers.
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"It's okay, we weren't that close." I quickly smile. She puts down our silverware.
"What can I bring you two to drink?" he orders us both a hot chocolate then we look over the menu.
We get to the funeral home early.
"I'm so glad you could make it." David's mom greets me with a hug. "You look beautiful."
"Thank you." I smile politely. She looks Jacob up and down. "This, is my brother's friend…John."
"But everyone calls me Jacob." he adds with a smile.
"It's nice to meet you."
"You as well."
"Jacob if you wouldn't mind sitting."
He looks at me, "Oh! Yeah I'll just-"
"Just Jacob?" I ask.
"I'm sorry I don't mean to be rude, but we'd like to keep the line just close family and loved ones."
"The line? You want me to greet all the guests with you?"
"Of course dear. I assumed you'd want to."
"I don't know if I'm comfortable with that. I don't want to upset you,"
"Of course." She smiles. "It's okay, I understand."
"Thank you. We'll go sit." We grab two seats close to the front of the room. "Was that rude of me?"
"Not at all."
"Then why do I feel like shit?"
"Because you care way too much." He smiles. He puts his arm around the back of my chair.
I think she's suspicious. I think looking around.
Why?
She keeps staring at us. We're at her sons funeral and her focus is us.
You're paranoid.
You're too relaxed.
What's it going to take for your to relax?
"I don't know Jacob. I just need this to be over already." I look down in my lap.
"Why'd you start talking?"
"It probably looked weird for us to be sitting here not talking."
"Good point."
As the ceremony begins people are already crying. His brother starts out after the hall director explains the order of events. He can hardly get through it, he has to pause every couple of seconds to sniff or because he gets choked up. The rest of the family sits in the first three rows. I'm glad his mom can't see me not crying. I almost feel like crying, but that's because practically everyone else here is crying. Jacob relaxes his arm a little so his hand's planted on my shoulder. After all the speeches, lines go up one at a time to the front alter. Jacob and I skip out only to be caught by, who else? David's mom.
"Wasn't that a lovely service?" She dabs her eyes with a tissue and hugs me.
"It was touching." I nod.
"Do you know your way to the cemetery?"
"Oh, uh yeah. We're headed there now." She smiles and is called away.
"We're actually gonna go right?" Jacob asks when we're in my car.
"I wasn't planning on it." I start my car. "You want to go?"
"Yeah. Well not for me, for you."
"For me? Jacob if I don't even want to go myself, how the hell are you doing it for me?" He stares at me then looks down. "What?" I ask quietly.
"I almost feel bad."
"For what? You didn't kill him..." It's almost a question.
"Seriously? I didn't kill him, but I just want to go. Okay? Is that a good enough reason?"
"You want to go so bad, go ahead." I unlock the doors and look at him.
"Really?" He chuckles. "You don't want to go?"
"No Jacob, I really don't."
"You want his mom coming over your house tomorrow asking where we were?"
"You're doing this for something. What is it?"
"Why don't you believe me?"
"You're a little too eager, about the whole thing."
"I swear I'm going for you."
"Fine."
We're not the first ones to make it to the cemetery. "Great, just what I wanted to do today. Walk through mud in my heels."
"Would you rather me carry you?"
I glare at him, "Not working. Clock out for the day."
"God, I'm just trying to freaking help." He walks up ahead of me and takes a spot in the crowd around David's grave. His gaze shifts quite a bit. I slowly make my way up to him, I look down and grab his left hand with my right hand. We don't look at each other or say anything, he just squeezes my hand back. They carry his casket over and lower it on the lowering straps. They say a prayer and lower him into the ground. His mom lets out this loud wail and collapses to the ground. Her husband tries to help her up, but she won't budge.
"He's here?" I hear Jacob ask quietly to himself.
"Who's here?" I follow his glare. "Is that...is that David?"
She finally gets a grip and his family tosses in a handful of dirt one at a time.
"What? No. I thought I saw that guy the night your dad was murdered and a couple times before, but I shook it off."
"You want me to believe there's some random guy following you around who looks like David but isn't?" He makes his way back through the crowd I follow until we're alone by a tree. "And murdered? My father wasn't murdered, his trachea collapsed."
"Just stay here." he whispers then starts walking fast in that guys direction. His head snaps towards us, he disappears and Jacob takes off running. The way 'David' disappeared, there's no way he's alive, not human. If I snapped my neck like he did I'd break my damn neck. Some people watch him, trying to understand whats happening.
Then they look at me. I raise my eyebrows and shrug.
He'll come back, I know Jacob will. He wanted to be here, he'll come back. Any second now.
The funerals over and he never came back. Everyone starts leaving, I stare off in the direction he went. I'm the only one here. I stomp back to my car, slam my door shut and race home.
When will I learn?
I get his bag from my room and drive out to his house.
I really hope he's not home, or Billy. I take his bag to the front of the house and leave it on the doorstep. There's a piece of paper taped to the front door. Did he anticipate I'd come here? Is it for me? I lift the top half up and read it, "Jake, fine we can meet. 6 Dina's." No one signed it, who's Dina?
"Svetlana?"
I turn, "Seth hey, what are you doing?"
"Getting a run in before patrol. What are you doing out here?" I walk over to him.
"Just dropping off some of his clothes. Do you know someone named Dina?"
"Um no. Just the restaurant."
"Oh.." I gotta find this place. "Is it by mom's place?"
"Ehh..not really. Are you meeting someone there?"
"No just looking for somewhere else to eat. I really don't want to run into Jacob."
"Oh okay, yeah you should be fine out there. It's in the main part of town."
"Great thanks."
"Where are you coming from?"
"David's funeral."
"I thought Jacob went with you."
"He did."
"Where is he?"
"He went running out into the forrest after someone who looked like David. I did see someone, but hello it wasn't David."
"Oh my god." He runs his hands through his hair.
"Yeah so I really don't want to see him."
"Understandable."
"I'm gonna go check out that place maybe, maybe I'll just drive home and order in."
"Call if you need me." We hug and he runs off. I get in my car and drive slowly into the main part of town. I park I'm the lot and walk around looking everywhere.
"Excuse me, can you tell me where Dina's is?" I ask a girl who's hanging a flyer on a post.
"Yeah it's just-" she turns, "hey!" She hugs me
"Erica hi." I smile, "what are you doing out here?" I met her at a college party once and we became friends.
"I live here now. Do you?"
"No I'm still at home, just graduated."
"Oh congrats! Dina's is right down there on the left." She points for me.
"Thanks. What're you hanging?"
"I'm leaving for a month and need someone to watch Sprinkles." She hands me a flyer. In big letters it says CAT SITTER/ ROOMMATE at the top with a colored picture of her very cute cat. "You wouldn't be interested would you?"
"I...don't know."
"It could just be for that month. You won't have to permanently move in."
"How much would that months rent be?"
"Just $250, I'll still pay the month for sprinkles. I've already bought all the food she'll need. I can give you $150 when I get back."
"Where are you going?"
"Chicago. It's a thing for work."
"That's awesome."
"So what do you say?" She asks hopeful.
"Uhh, possibly. Now's just a crazy time."
"Oh come on! What goin' on?"
"My dad's funeral is in a few days and I just came from a friends funeral now."
"Oh. Wow! I feel like shit!"
"Don't sweat it."
"Seriously I'm sorry!"
"I'll let you know by Sunday, okay?"
"Perfect thanks!" I walk past her and down to Dina's, she goes in the opposite direction. I walk very slowly down to Dina's. Pretending to read Erica's flyer I keep my head down. When I get down the the corner, I cross over. I walk back a little so I can see in the front windows. It's easy to see inside. Their whole front is windows. It's wide and very open inside. I don't see Jake. There are a lot of people sitting by themselves though. I go next door inside some old antique store. I try not to look suspicious and just walk around. I peek out of the window every once in a while to see when he walks by.
I have no choice but to buy something, it's been 15 minutes. As I'm paying for my earrings-in cash of course-I see him walk by. I take my time walking out of the store and in front of Dina's.
Bella sits across from him at a table on the side, away from the windows. Neither of them have emotions of their face. I walk away a little, down to another post with more flyers on it. I wait a few minutes and walk back to the window. Now he's angry and she's pissed. I know I need to leave before someone notices me. I pull out my keys and walk back to my car, I just sit for a minute. I need to tear myself away from this guy, but I also need to understand what is it about them! Why are they meeting? And why didn't he tell me? Well, I know why he didn't tell me, but this feels worse than if he would have told me.
When I get home I get the can of febreze from the hallway closet and spray it around the house to get rid of his scent. It helps a little. I change into shorts and a baggie t-shirt and call Rose.
"What're you doin'?" I ask when she picks up.
"I was about to do my nails." she sounds annoyed.
"Wanna come over? Bring it with you. I just left David's funeral and kinda don't wanna be alone with my thoughts."
"Sure, gimmie a few minutes to get dressed."
I end the call and plug it in to charge. There's a knock on the door, that can't be her. I open the door, but no ones there. There's a red and black pill bottle on the doorstep, I look around, but don't see anyone. I pick it up and shake it lightly, there's something in it. I open it carefully and pull out a piece of paper in the shape of a heart,
Thanks for coming today, it means a lot to me. I knew you still loved me. I'll see you soon.
I flip it over and see it was cut from a funeral program. I look around again, more careful this time. I see a dark shadow across the street and stare at it showing no fear. It turns and walks away. I go back in the house and put the bottle in my room.
"Leah, can you hear me?" I speak out loud and in our heads.
Yeah what's up?
"David's alive, isn't he?"
What're you talking about? Seth said you were at his funeral today.
"Just because there was a funeral for him it doesn't mean he's dead."
Are you scared?
"What?"
If he were alive, would that scare you?
"No." I pause. "I wouldn't be scared for me, I'd be scared for Jacob. I don't want him to go back to jail because of me. He could kill David. He's strong for a human, but that's nothing compared to Jake, ya know?"
You need to stop stressing over this.
"How can I? Especially if I get more packages."
Packages? What are you talking about?
"Just now there was a knock on the door, when I opened it no one was there, but there's was a pill bottle. I opened it and found a piece of paper. One side was from one of the funeral programs and the other side had a message."
What did it say?
"Thanks for coming today, it means a lot to me. I knew you still loved me. I'll see you soon. It wasn't signed or anything."
Okay that could be from anyone.
"Seriously?!"
Maybe one of his friends messing with you. Did you not get along with any of his friends?
There's a knock on the door,
"Just forget I told you. I have to go. Do not tell ANYONE! Please."
I won't.
The door opens and Rose walks in.
"Hey." She smiles and closes the door. "How was it?" She sits down and unpacks her purse.
"In a word...weird."
"Well yeah. Because you can't believe he's gone."
"No. Because-" wait, don't go there, "his mom expected me to greet the guests with her."
"You greeted everyone?!"
"No I said she wanted me to. I told her I wasn't comfortable." I bring her a cup of coffee and make tea for myself. I add milk and sugar and take them out.
"Oh, thanks." She says when I set hers down, she's painting her big toe purple. "Any progress with Jacob?"
"I've come to realize that I can't make him stop seeing Bella. I need some kind of therapy or counseling if I really want to be with him."
"Is he even worth it?"
That's a good question, "I think so."
"You think? You shouldn't have to change yourself to be with him if he doesn't even want to be with you. He wants Bella."
"I'm not going to therapy to change. I'm going to try and find a way that he doesn't have to stop seeing Bella. He swears they're just friends, if it's true I'm going to lose him because I keep accusing him of liking her as something more."
"Ugh this is annoying. You're being stupid, that won't work." She blurts out.
"Oh and you're an expert on men now with all of your experience? With one guy?"
"He's gonna end up cheating on you. If you let her stay around something's going to happen, I guarantee it."
"Wow."
"Don't bitch at me because I'm the only one who'll tell you the truth."
"No no, you're being a bitch for no reason."
"Evan and I have been together for three years, so."
"Ou three whole years? And during high school? Obviously I have so much to learn from you."
"I know what this is." She smiles a little, "You're jealous."
"I'm jealous...of what? What do you have that's so great that I want? Hmm?"
"A boyfriend who loves me and a father who's never left and always loved me. Every time I mention my dad and the great times we have you get in a mood and change the subject. I can't change that you have a deadbeat-I'm sorry, had a deadbeat dad that didn't want you. Is that why you're holding on to Jacob for dear life? You don't want him to abandon you like daddy did? Come to think of it, David did too didn't he? Oh sweetie, that's pathetic." She pokes her bottom lip out.
"Really?" I scrunch up my face and stand, "you're gonna go there?"
"I call it as I see it."
"I don't want your family, obviously you don't see! And you thought I was wrong before for saying you changed? We barely even talk anymore let alone hang out and this is how you act? I don't know who you've been hanging around, but wow..."
"What?" She stands and crosses her arms.
"There's so much shit I could be saying right now." I clench my hands into fists. "But there's nothing I could say that would hurt you as much as you just did me.
"What are you gonna do, hit me?" She asks looking at my fists.
"Get out!"
We stare at each other, she swings at me, I dodge it.
I shake my head, "I hope you know what you just did." I scream and charge her, we fall to the ground. We're both screaming and clawing at each other.
"Hey! Stop stop stop!" Someone rushes in the front door and lifts me off of her, it's Jacob.
"Let go." I squirm violently in his arms. "Let GO!" I hear a tiny yelp and I'm dropped, I grab a fist full of her hair and yank her up to her feet. She scratches at my face with one hand and grabs my hair with the other. We end up on the ground again, I bring my legs together and kick her in the gut, she groans and lets go of my hair. As we're getting up Jacob rushes and stands between us. She can't get up all the way, she's gripping her hip. "You're fucking dead to me, DEAD! Do you understand that?"
"Just like your dad, got it." She stands up straights and spits at me. I push Jacob out of the way and grab her between her neck and shoulder with my right hand, she screams. There's something wet on my fingers, they tingle. I drag her outside this way and toss her against her car like a rag doll. Lightning flashes violently across the skies and the wind picks up. Her body limply slouches to the ground after the initial contact with her car. There's blood on her neck I look at my fingers, they're covered in blood. I go inside, grab her purse and chuck it out the front door then slam it shut. I collapse to the ground and cry. As my tears fall I hear the clouds open up and the rain shoot out.
"What happened?" Jacob asks bent over breathing.
"I don't even know. She's supposed to be my best friend, I don't know why she said all that. Replaying it in my head I don't understand."
"Do you mind?" He asks and looks at my forehead.
"No go ahead." I let him see everything through my mind, he hugs me tightly after.
"I'm so sorry."
"It's not your fault. What are you even doing here?" It's comes out more harsh than I wanted it too.
"To apologize, I heard screaming so I came in." his face is red.
"Are you okay?"
"I will be." he takes another deep breath. "You kicked me in my special place."
"I'm so sorry. Do you need ice?"
"No come on, let me clean you up." We go in the bathroom and I sit on the toilet. I see my face in the mirror, I look crazy. He wipes my face carefully first. There's makeup and blood smeared across my cheeks.
"Ahh." I hiss when he gets to a spot by my left eye.
"This ones really deep."
"Will I need stitches?"
"Maybe."
"Ugh that fucking bitch!"
"Calm down, it's gonna bleed more." He moves to my hands and gets all the blood out from under my nails.
"I think they sunk into her neck." I say quietly.
"They did. For a second there I thought you were gonna turn into a wolf."
"Why?"
"Your eyes were crazed. That was some super strength too. You tossed her like she was nothing."
"She just made me so mad."
"SVETLANA!" My mom yells, I hear the door slam.
"We're in the bathroom." Jacob yells back. I hear her throw her stuff down and run to the bathroom.
"What happened?" She asks rushing in. "Rose is in the yard picking up her stuff and she's bleeding."
"We got in a fight."
"Look at you."
"Don't touch." She moves her hand close to my face then backs off.
"I bet you need stitches. And who's blood is on the door?"
"Hers." She sighs and helps me up.
"I can take her to the hospital."
"Do you know where it is?" She asks him.
"Right...I'll stay here and clean."
"It may be a few hours."
"Don't worry about it." He gives my purse to my mom and helps me put a coat on.
"Make sure she's gone." He opens the door,
"She's gone." He gives me a kiss on my cheek when my moms not looking. I smile, but drop it quickly because of the pain, I wince. My mom rushes me out of the door and into her car.
"Hold this on your face." She hands me a towel and gets in the drivers side. "So what happened?"
"I don't know ma. She started it."
"She started it? You sound like a 9 year old."
"She started saying I was jealous of her because she grew up with a dad that loved and wanted her and because she has a boy friend. She said some really awful things. She actually threw the first swing, didn't hit me, but after that I went crazy."
"Why though?"
"I don't know."
"She said it for no reason? I doubt that."
"Well she did. She told me I was stupid for letting Jacob have female friends then said I'm pathetic because it's obvious he doesn't want me and is just going to cheat on me."
"It's just so unlike her."
"Yeah."
Four stitches and three powerful pain killers later we're on our way back home.
"Careful!" My mom grabs me as I stumble to the car.
"I'm grown, I'm fine." I grab the door handle but can't get the door open. I grip it tighter but it doesn't feel like my brains communicating with my hand. "Help." She opens the door and helps me in.
"Mom."
"What?" She starts the car and drives away.
"Mooomm."
"What?"
"I think I want a taco."
"You can't have a taco. Not a lot of chewing remember."
"Are we going home?"
"Yes."
"Good. I think we have pizza rolls."
"You can't have pizza rolls either." She laughs, I sigh and look out the window. My eyes want to close so badly but I force them open.
When we get home she walks in first and helps me through the doorway.
"Hey how'd it go?" Jacob asks us at the door.
"I got twenty stitches." I slur.
"She got four." She helps me take off my coat, I smile at him.
"Is she okay."
"Pain killers." I smile bigger.
"Not so big you'll stretch the stitches." My mom pushes my cheeks back down. She puts our coats in the closet and goes in the dining room. I hug Jacob, he hugs me back.
"How are you?" He asks me.
"I'm great, how are you?" I ask honestly concerned.
He laughs. "Jacob this house looks amazing." My mom says coming back.
"I wanted to make sure you guys didn't have to worry about it. Oh and..." He goes in the kitchen, we follow him.
"Food." I smile.
"I went to the store and got some of your favorites that would be easy to eat."
"Thank you." I rub his arm.
"Wow, you didn't have to do that." My mom says.
"I ordered some subs too. They should be here any minute now."
"You're the best you know that." I tell him, he smiles.
"Do you want mac and cheese now?"
"Yes please. I'm gonna go change." I walk slowly to my room. I put on furry pants and a t-shirt.
"I'm surprised you're not passed out yet." My mom says.
"I will be soon. This hospital stuff is strong." I laugh. There's a tray set up in front of the couch with a bowl of Mac and cheese on it and a cup of something with a straw in it. I sit and eat a spoon full. "Damn this is good." Jacob laughs.
"Hey!" My mom laughs. I eat another bite and sit back, I close my eyes and chew. "Don't fall asleep like that."
"I won't." I mumble around the pasta.
"I'm gonna call off tomorrow. I have to pick up your prescription too."
"No don't call off the whole day because of me."
"I can do it. I'll take care of her." Jacob says sitting next to me. "I'll stay here tonight again if that's okay."
"Are you sure? I don't mind taking off."
"Of course."
"Okay." There's a few knocks on the door. "I'll get that."
"Thank you." I say quietly to him.
"Stop thanking me." He kisses my forehead. My mom pays the delivery guy. "How much was it?" He asks standing and taking out his wallet.
"Don't worry about it." She takes it to the table. Jacob goes over and gets his then comes back to the couch to eat. I Finnish my macaroni and pull my legs up into me.
"I can feel the bruises forming."
"No you can't." He laugh.
"Yuh huh." I insist. "It's weird, but I feel it all. The cells moving, blood surfacing, however it works I feel it. All of it."
"Okay crazy."
"You're rude." He laughs again, "Why are you laughing?"
"I'm not." He coughs and bites his sandwich. I push the tray away and try to stand. "Do you need help?"
"Nope. I'm crazy, not a kid." I laugh, he stares at me. I take my bowl to the kitchen and stand at the sink with my eyes closed.
"What're you doing?" My mom asks.
"Sleeping."
"Go lay down." She grabs my shoulders lightly.
"No I need to use the bathroom." She lets go and I go to the bathroom on my own. I look in the mirror after and just stare at my face. I open the door and turn off the water still just staring at my puffy face. I look at my other bandaged cuts then the pre bruised areas on my arms.
"What's she doing in there?" I hear my mom.
"I heard the door open." Jacob responds.
"She better not be picking at her stitches." I hear movement now. Jacob comes to the door and raises his eyebrows at me. I look away from my reflection and look at him through the mirror.
"I'm gonna have a scar." I look back at my reflection and bring my finger up to my cheek but don't touch the stitches. "A big ugly scar to match a big ugly face."
"No, your face is not ugly."
"Liar. You lie all the time."
"What're you talking about?"
"Forget it." I sigh. I wipe my other eye, it's tearing up a little and walk past him downstairs. "Goodnight mom." I smile and give her a long hug.
"Goodnight." She hugs me back, "okay." I don't let go, "are you okay?" I let go and she walk me towards my room.
"No I want to sleep on the couch."
"Fine. Jacob can you grab her some blankets please." He jogs in my room and quickly come back with my comforter. I lay down and my mom moves my pillows around. "Good?" She asks.
"Good." I smile. She gives me a kiss on the forehead and goes to her room. Jacob turns out the light and sits on the couch, he puts my legs across his lap. I hear her door close and sit up. "Goodnight." I kiss him, he wastes no time and kisses me back. I almost feel bad about making out with him. Maybe the medication is stopping me from feeling bad. Or maybe it's bringing up these emotions, oh well. He isn't objecting to it. "Oh I almost forgot, are you okay?" his eyebrows scrunch together, "From when I kicked you."
"Oh, i'm fine." he smiles.
"Are you sure? I'll check it for you." I smile and move the blanket back from his lap.
"No, stop."
"Just hold on." I undo his pants.
"Seriously, stop." he whispers. I look into his eyes and rub his cheek. I give him one last kiss and lay back down.
I let out a deep sigh, "Oh and Jake?"
"Yeah?"
"I know you lied to me today."
"Honey your face is not ugly." He chuckles lightly.
"I know David's alive." He doesn't say anything back. "That's why you wanted to go so badly today. It wasn't to support me, it was to find him, wasn't it?" I close my eyes and let the medication take me away.