I wake up and stretch, a big yawn slips out, "Ow! Damnit." I close my mouth and lightly touch the stitches to make sure it's not bleeding.

"What happened?" Jacob sits up quickly.

"Nothing, sorry go back to sleep."

"Are you okay?" he comes over next to me and lightly touches my cheek.

"Im fine, Jacob. It was just a yawn."

"Did your medication ware off?"

"The strongest on did."

"We can go get your prescription."

"It's still dark out, no one's open."

"I'll find someone."

"It can wait, it doesn't hurt that bad yet. Go back to sleep." I get up to use the bathroom trying to be quiet the whole way. I look in the mirror again, my face is still really swollen. I really don't want anyone seeing me like this. I sigh and slowly open the door, my mom's light is on in her room. "G'morning." I peek my head in.

"How'd you sleep?"

"Like a log."

"How's it feel? Come here." I walk over and she looks at my stitches under her light.

"Medication's starting to ware off."

"Take it easy today, we're gonna go out to grandpa's tonight for dinner."she says giving me a hug.

"I don't want anyone seeing me like this." I whine.

"He's not gonna care about that. He wants to see you, you didn't come with me last time because you were here with Jacob, remember?"

"Yes." I move my jaw around to keep from smiling at the memories. "Okay, fine."

"Good, I'll call you when I'm on my way home, make sure you're dressed."

"Are we spending the night?"

"Yeah."

"Okay." I go back to he living room, Jacob's laying back down. I quietly make my way back to the couch I was on and get back under my blanket, I sigh just looking at him. I cross my legs as best I can because of the bruises. Maybe Rose was right. Not about the jealous part, but about why I can't let him go.

"I can't sleep with you staring at me." he whispers.

"Sorry." I whisper back.

"Can't sleep?" he turns his head and looks at me.

"My brain won't shut off." he gets up and sits in front of me with one foot on the ground and the other bent on the couch.

"What's keeping it going?" Even though it's dark I can still make out his face.

"Maybe Rose was right."

"What? No, she wasn't."

"Not the jealousy thing." I bring my hands up and move some hair away from my face then back down in my lap, I grab his hands and play with his fingers. "Maybe I have abandonment issues."

"Why was that brought up yesterday?"

"Because she thinks that's why I can't let you go." I mumble looking down at out hands. "Why I keep trying to keep us together while it seems like you want other things." A tear falls on his hand, I wipe it away quickly.

"Why are you letting her get in your head?"

"I can't help it."

"You know it's not true right? I love you."

"I know."

"Do you?" he asks slowly. "I wouldn't be here right now if I didn't love you."

"And I appreciate that. Really I do."

"But?"

"But, I don't know. Everyday I feel a different way and I don't know if I'm coming or going."

"It'll get clearer in time." he lifts our hands and kisses my fingers. He scoots closer to me, I twist so I'm sitting normally on the couch. He nuzzles my neck, "I promise."

"Jacob." I try to pull away.

"Mmm." he responds.

"My mom's up. Stop." he gives me one more kiss and moves back. He lets out a deep breath, he almost seems frustrated.

"Will she be gone soon?" he asks quietly.

"Any minute now." I say just as quiet. "She's coming, get back to your couch." He shuffles over and we pull our blankets up. He closes his eyes.

"Remember-" she walks down the hallway, "Oh! Shh." she smiles and walks over to me. "Remember to pack." she whispers, "And call first to make sure your prescriptions ready before you leave, okay?"

"Okay ma."

"And eat something."

"Trust me, I'll probably be surrounded by food all day." I say and nod towards Jacob.

"Right." she laughs quietly. "I'll call you later."

"Okay." she gives me a kiss on my forehead and leaves, she locks the door from the outside. "Shit." I turn and Jacob's suddenly right next to me.

"Sorry." he smiles and kisses my neck.

"Hey what're you doing?"

"Starting up where we left off." He whispers against my skin, "Or have you forgotten?" he lightly bites the skin. My hand automatically goes up to his neck and pulls him closer. I can feel him smile, he puts a hand on the small of my back and pulls me closer to him.

"Jacob, I don't-"

"Shh." he kisses up my jaw. He's exuding so much arousal my head starts to spin. He takes my quietness as a sign to keep going. His hand slides up the front of my pajama top, slowly sliding up. My breathing hitches as he twists and rubs my thigh between his legs, he's hard. He chuckles. "Still want to make sure he's okay?" He hovers over my face with a sexy smirk.

"What?"

"Last night?"

"What about it?" I end with parted lips.

"You wanted to make sure everything was…working properly." he lightly touches his lips to mine once and sits up, "Go ahead and see for yourself."

"I felt it before, I'm good."

He's taken back at first, "Oh I get it." he spreads my legs and leans in closer to me. "You want to play." He licks his lips.

"No no." I shake my head, "I honestly don't know what you're talking about." his eyebrows bunch in the middle, he searches my eyes for some kind of intimacy.

"You don't want this anymore?"

"No, I'm sorry." I say quietly.

"You were all over me last night." He sits back and looks at the ground.

"Oh god." My brain invades his. Replaying it from last night, "I'm sorry." he looks up at me. "I don't know what that was about. I didn't mean to lead you on."

He scoffs and turns his head away from me. "My fault. It was obviously the medication." he's mad now. "What did they have you on anyway?"

"They gave me a shot of some super strong numbing knockout drug, then two pills right before they did it so I could still swallow them."

"Wow."

"I'm sorr-"

"Stop." He shakes his head. "Don't say you're sorry." he glares at me.

"I wasn't me." he nods and stands up.

"Are you hungry?"

"No."

"I'll make you something." He disappears into the kitchen and leaves me there feeling like shit. I go after him, he's mercilessly beating a bowl of eggs. I lightly put my hand on top of his, he slows his movements then stops. "I got caught in the moment. I miss being like that with you. It was easy to get carried away."

"It's okay. It wasn't your fault."

"Doesn't matter." he drops some butter in a pan and waits for it to melt around. It's going to be weird now, great. I sigh and go to my room. I lay on my back on my bed and stare at the ceiling. I rub my face a little and end up dozing off.

I feel my hair moving, next a tingling sensation on my cheek. I slowly open my eyes, Jacob's rubbing my cheek. "Hey." he says quietly.

"Hm?" I doze in and out.

"Breakfast's ready."

"Okay." I sigh, "Can you help me up?" he holds my hand and after he lifts me a little his other hand goes to my back for support. "Thank you." I stand and follow him back to the kitchen. "Mm it smells good."

"Sit, I'll make you a plate." I do as he says and he brings me a plate with four pieces of french toast and three sausage links.

"I didn't know we had sausage." I start cutting it.

"I bought them last night." He sits across from me.

"I don't think I can eat it all." I circle the syrup over my plate and take a bite.

"Eat whatever you can. If you need more let me know."

"I just said I couldn't finish this, why would I want more?"

"I just want you to eat. If you're hungry, eat." he pauses, "Just feel free to eat however much you want. That's all I'm saying." I ignore him and keep eating, It's silent while we eat. I sit back, there's still about a full piece on my plate.

"I can't finish."

"Give it to me." I hand him my plate and wipe my mouth, he eats the rest of it. "Go get ready while I clean up."

"Okay." I grab the prescription paper and go in my room to call. They say it's ready so I put on jean shorts and a short sleeved cotton tee. He comes in my room with new clothes on-blue jeans and a green t-shirt that clings tightly to him.

"Is it ready?"

"Yeah."

"Good, let's go." He still seems mad.

"Are you mad at me?" he does't answer.

"Nice flowers." He nods towards my bouquet from Dr. O'Brien.

"Yeah those are from a friend."

"A friend?"

"Yeah." I nod.

"An old friend?"

We stare at each other, "Before I forget, did you get your clothes? The bag I left on your. front. step? That is where people usually leave things."

He stares at me with narrowed eyes, "I did…"

"Good. I was afraid someone might take it since you weren't home yet."

"I was out with a friend." I raise my eyebrows. He sucks in a large breath, "Yeah, we uh went to dinner."

"You and a friend?"

"Yeah. Just like your friend sent you flowers, I went out to dinner with mine."

"That's nice." Heat radiates from my body, he smiles and walks away. I grab my purse and follow him to his truck.

"Where's Walgreens?"

"Down the street. It's on the way to the Olive Garden we went to that one time. Do you remember how to get there?"

"Yeah." He starts driving with his right hand on the steering wheel and the other in his lap, I just stare at him. "No, I'm not mad at you."

"It seems like it."

"I'm just adjusting."

"Would it be easier for you if we stopped talking all together?"

"Yes." Ouch. "But you and I both know that's not going to happen."

"I'm going to my grandpa's for a night or two, let's start after today." I say with no emotion.

"Oh." He almost sounds disappointed. He pulls in the parking lot and we get out.

"Do you need anything from here?" he shakes his head while we walk back to the pharmacy department. After they release it to me I realize he isn't sitting behind me anymore. I walk around through the aisles and find him at the registers. "What're you getting?"

"Oh um a gift card." I can see through the bag, it's way bigger than a gift card, maybe a regular card.

"For where?"

"iTunes. Paul's birthday is coming up. Are you all set?"

"Yeah." He walks out to his truck, I follow him. The ride back to my house is quiet and awkward too. I take the medicine and he sits on the couch next to me.

"So you don't remember last night at all?"

"No. God what else did I do?"

"You told me you knew David's alive."

"What? Wow, I must have been really out of it." I chuckle nervously.

"You seemed to really believe it."

"Drugs'll do that to ya I guess."

"You really don't believe that. Right?"

I hesitate, "Should I…?"

"What kid of a question is that?"

"Everyone's acting weird. There's something up, I know that."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Okay Jacob." He sighs. I put the bottle in my room with my nighttime one.

"So about this friend of yours." He puts his hands in his front pockets.

"What about him?"

"Him?" he raises his eyebrows and nods, "Flower boy." He keeps nodding.

"What?"

"Does he have a name?"

"Obviously. What human do you know without a name?"

"Would this name begin with the title Dr.?"

"It does."

"I see." His jaw clenches.

"Are you jealous?" I smile.

"Why would I be?"

"I don't know." My smile gets bigger.

"I'm not."

"Okay." We stare at each other.

"Don't you want to know about my friend?" He slants his head slightly.

I shake my head. "I already know all I need to know about her."

"You just assume it's a girl?"

"Sure, I'm assuming." I never look away from him.

"You already knew."

"How could I have known that?" I clench my eyebrows together.

"You couldn't." He smirks.

"Okay then." I go in my closet and pull out a bag and put it on my bed. I add pajamas first, then regular clothes. He goes out to the living room, I hear the T.V turn on. He stays in the living room as I finish packing my bag. When I'm done I sit on the couch next to him.

"What time are you leaving?"

"Whenever my mom gets home I guess. Why, trying to get out of here already?" I lean back and stare at him. "Got a hot date?" I smile.

"You'd know if I did." He stares back and moves a piece of hair rom my face. "I have patrol later."

"You know you don't have to stay here with me, right?"

"Yes I do. Incase you have a reaction to your medication."

"It's been about an hour, I don't think I'm gonna die. Go ahead, I don't want to hold you up anymore." I yawn at the end.

"Why don't you go to sleep? I'll stay for an hour and check on you then I'll take off."

"No, that'd be boring for you."

"I have T.V. Go to sleep, I can see you're about to pass out." He looks back and forth between my eyes, "I can see it in your eyes, they're ready to slip close any second now." He says slowly. As he gets to the end of his sentence my eyes slightly close. He smirks.

"I hate you." I smile. I sigh getting up and drag my feet to my room. I lay with my head at the foot of my bed looking out the window and drag my covers over myself and close my eyes.

My phone wakes me up, "Hello?" I roll over and grab my phone.

"Hey how you feeling? Are you ready yet?"

"What?"

"What were you doing?" It's my mom.

"Sleeping, sorry." I yawn, "What time is it?"

"Five o'clock. Listen I had to go out to a meeting so I'm closer to grandpas house. Just meet me out here."

"Okay. Should I leave now?"

"Yeah, rush hour's gonna be crazy."

"Mmkay." I sit up.

"Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah just a little groggy. I'll be fine to drive."

"Okay sweetie. See you soon."

"Bye." I end the call and sit there for a minute. I change my clothes and notice an envelope on my night stand. My name's on the front. "Please don't be from David." I open it and there's a pretty card with flowers on it and the words To Someone Special, in pink. I open it and go to the bottom to see who its from, Jacob.

Svetlana,

First and foremost, I love you. I understand now what you

mean about time. I don't want to be in 100% and you're

only in 75%. I care about you, so I'll wait. Just know that.

Take all the time you need, do what you need to do, but

don't forget about me. I won't contact you first, the ball's

in your court now. I hope you find what you're looking for

and that you're happy.

I love you,

Jacob

I wipe the tears from my eyes, he doesn't deserve me. He's so understanding, I feel like shit for this. I put the card in my purse, grab my medication and lock up.

My mom's car isn't in my grandpa's driveway when I pull in. I call her, "Are you almost here?"

"Yeah should be another five minutes."

"Okay." I sigh and hang up. I grab all my bags and head up his back stairs and open the door. "Hellooo?"

"Hey hun, how are ya?" my grandpa smiles and takes my bags from me. He gives me a tight hug and kiss.

"Good." I smile and squeeze him back. "Mom said she'll be here in a few minutes."

"Good. I hope you're hungry."

"What are we havin'?"

"What happened to you?" He looks at my stitches.

"Oh, got them last night. I got in a fight with a friend. Well, ex friend now."

"That's too bad. Tell me, did you get some good hits in?"

I laugh, "Yeah, a few…"

"That's my girl." he laughs and hugs me again.

"So what're we having?"

"I'm grilling some steaks."

"Mmm." I pick my bags back up, "I'll go put these in the spare bedroom." I put them on the bed and use the bathroom. My mom's car pulls in and she gets out, she doesn't have any other bag than her purse.

"Hey." She greets me when I come around the corner. "Let's see those stitches."

"They're fine." She turns my head and looks at them. You'd think she were a nurse by the way she inspects them. "Where's your bag?"

"I left it in the trunk. I'll get it later."

"I'll go check the steaks." He says and goes outside.

"Do me a favor, go get me a hat from grandpa's closet." It gets colder out here than around my house, especially at night.

"In his room?"

"Yeah."

"Am I allowed in there?"

"Yes, just go grab one."

"If I get in trouble it's on you." No one's allowed in his room. I open one of the closets in his room, no hats. I find them in the other one. There's a box on the bottom with my mom's handwriting that says, 'MOM'S ROOM. KEEP OUT'. Why would he have one of her boxes? I kneel and open it quietly. It's newspapers, a few cards and hospital papers. The newspapers are from my birthday, I pull it out and look on the cover for something.

"Where's the hat?" my mom asks from the doorway.

"Whoa, here." I shove everything back in the box and put it back like it was, then hand her the hat.

"Are you going through his things?"

"I was looking for a hat." I say quickly. She looks down at the box.

"Stay out of that box." She snaps.

Yeah okay, That makes me want to stay out of the box. "Okay." She steps aside, my signal to walk out first. I go out to where he is, she comes out a minute later with the hat on.

"How are they looking?"

"Done." He forks them onto a plate. We follow him inside. He puts one steak on each plate and sets them each in front of a chair. I get water from the fridge and sit in my seat. My mom brings over the bowl of mashed potatoes and sits, my grandpa's last. "Cut it open." He says to me with a nod. I pick up my knife and slice right through the middle.

"Perfect." I smile, he leans over. I have to turn my plate so he can see it. He does the same with my mom then he cuts into his and starts eating. He passes me the bowl of potatoes first then it goes around the table. What's so special in that damn box? Hospital papers and newspapers? No doubt she's going to move the box when I'm not around. How am I going to get into it with her here? The T.V's on in the background from the other room, we aren't talking.

"It must be good, no one's talking." He chuckles, I give a laugh.

After we all clean up we sit in the living room and talk a little. "What time are you leaving?" He asks my mom.

"I thought-"

"In a minute." She interrupts me, my eyebrows furrow. He gets up and takes his cup in the kitchen.

"I thought we were staying the night."

"You are." She nods.

"Why aren't you?"

"I have work tomorrow."

"Why'd you tell me we were sleeping over?"

"I think you need…some distance."

"Distance?" I pause, "Distance from what, exactly?"

"Jacob, for one."

"Why?"

"And Seth and Sue and Leah, all of them."

"What did they do?"

"Ever since you found out about your dad you've been different."

"Of course I've been different! My dad just freaking died. How do you expect me to act?"

"Not like this. And fighting with Rose?" she raises his eyebrows.

"I already told you she initiated it." I sigh.

"This isn't a punishment, I'm just trying to help."

"Mhm." I nod, "I bet. You had to lie to me to get me to come here? You had me drive myself here, I can leave whenever."

"Grandpa's excited that you're here." she says low, "I know you won't do anything to disappoint him." I blow a big puff of air out of my nose. She gets up and goes in the kitchen, I hear them chatting about.

"Sveta…your mom's leaving now." He calls form me.

"Coming." I sigh and walk to them. I give her a weak hug and he walks her out to her car. Carefully I change into my pajamas and meet him back on the couch.