march, 2012
1:15 am saturday
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"Beautiful," Jacob calls quietly walking into the kitchen ducking down under the door frame and striding into the dark space expect for the pale moonlight streaking in.
His hands and forearms are covered in car grime, his shirt is ruined from wiping his hands and along with his jeans, his hair is longer than usual. He hasn't been around for me to keep up with it. His head tilts as he strides further into the kitchen looking at me. I'm half asleep and falling even more asleep since he's inside, he started washing his hands and forearms in the kitchen sink.
"They called," his voice is quiet, tired, absentminded and, "we're going to have company for a few days, and then… we have to go back," his other tone was cautious and its still cautious but he's thoughtful.
A hidden emotion I wasn't reading right now, all I heard was we have to go back.
My heart dropped into my stomach. I don't want to go back, why do we have to go back? No, all of the blood drained from my face.
"I don't want to go back."
"I don't want to either. Things are bad up there… they need me."
Everybody needs Jacob, I'm feeling very hormonal, bad hormonal.
I sighed heavily, irritated, "we go back, I'm dead."
My stomach hurts, and my heart is picking up in pace. I don't want to think about Washington, I don't want to remember it.
His body language shifts, "No. No, you won't be."
I groaned in frustration and got up from the table, "how do you know that? How? We go back, it's… they-I, we'll-… I don't want to go back, I don't want to be in this country."
"We can't leave. We can't leave them to finish it on their own. I don't want to keep you hidden anymore. I want you to live." Jacob keeps himself at the sink, his back turned to me looking out the window, "I want you to live without having to worry about them coming after you."
"I'm living! Right here! We go back, they'll know! It'll be over! All of this will be for nothing!"
"It won't be over."
"All of the rest of them are dead!" He knew exactly what I was talking about, I just became aware that I was crying, "We can't go back, Jacob! We get back into the that state and I'm dead!"
Jacob is right in front of me when I go to look over at him, he lifts me up from the floor and onto the table, leaning down to my face with his hands on either side of my hips. Out of posttraumatic instinct I flinched when his face was an inch from mine and his shoulders are shivering. He relaxed himself with one breath in, grabbing the chair I had been in and sat down.
"I won't let you die." Jacob wraps his arms around my lower back, "It won't be over. This won't be over. None of this will ever be over until I kill them." He leans closer, bringing me closer, "I won't hurt you, I won't let anything hurt you, I promise," my hands rest on his chest, he rests his forehead on mine lightly. His eyes are shadowed, "You are my wife, I'll be damned if I lose you after building you into the woman that you are. You are my breath, you are my gravity, you are my wife. I will never let them touch you. You will live," he kisses the tip of nose, hot tears falling my eyes when I blinked, "we will make it through this, we'll do everything we've been planning. You are my life, beautiful, I will never let you die, they won't get close enough to touch you. I never forget the look in your eyes when I first seen you, I promise I will never let you be terrified again." He kisses my cheeks, kissing the tears away, "I promise, te amo, te amo," he sniffles, "I love you…, My breath, my sun, my moon, my rose, my peony, my ocean, my gravity, my life, my wife, my latina."
He made love to me for the rest of the night all over the kitchen.
The car ride from Port Angeles airport to La Push was quiet and was filled with the heavy rain beating against the rental SUV from the Cullen's, our allied vampires. I can't think, my stomach hurts with anxiety. Jacob held my hand up until he got a phone call and lowered the front windows, I curled up in my plush blanket looking out every window that I could see.
I couldn't think nor could I fandom the scenery before me. It wasn't long until Jacob pulled onto the shoulder and set up the GPS to a house that was thirty minutes away from our location. My stomach flipped when he glanced over at me with his aura changing and his hands beginning to quiver with a scrunched up nose. I knew what he had to do and my anxiety rose higher, nd I swallowed my pride and spoke before he could.
"I'll meet you there." I said in a small, slightly confident voice.
He leaned over to me, and put a hand on my cheek, "don't stop. Keep the windows where they are."
I nodded, and with a long kiss goodbye, he was gone out of the driver door and was phasing into his out worldly gigantic russet and tan wolf and blurred into the dark green forest. I hurried I to the driver seat and pulled out of the shoulder and went over the speed limit intently listening to the GPS. Two vehicles followed me when I entered Forks and they disappeared after a certain point and when I passed through the exit of La Push, I heard multiple howls ringing throughout the heavy rain. I had to slow down in the small village of La Push, my knuckles were white as I continued to my designated location; I parked in the driveway of a small red trailer house where a woman stood in the doorway. I took the keys out of the ignition, I was on the verge of a panic attack as I made my way hastily to the entrance where the older woman met me. She reached out to my arms.
"Come on, sweetheart, come on," she pulled me into the house even though I almost tripped inside but I regained my footsteps and sat down on the couch with my chest heaving.
My body chilled when the inhuman shrieking from Hell itself rang through the air only a couple miles away, I hear and feel the distance heavy vibrations of night terrors. There's been this feeling that has been conscious now, I fled around the space checking windows and anything that could provide protection. I snatched flammable fluid and a lighter and fled for a hiding spot, my name was called throughout the house until I was found by a female that had power rolling off her body in a way that let me know she was a shapeshifter.
She gazed into my eyes under the bed where I retreated further towards the wall it was propped against. All I could hear is my thunderous heartbeat ringing in my eyes and throughout my body. She must be Leah Clearwater from Jacobs description of her. I don't know much of any of them, but descriptions.h
Chills ran down my spine.
"You are a lot smaller than described," she says awkwardly, "sorry that was rude, I'm Leah, Naomi. I'm your first line of defense."
She straightened back up after I nodded shortly gulping, she went to speak twice again but decided against it, the mattress creaked above me and she let out a sigh.
Another set of feet stopped at the doorway, the feet shifted.
"Where is she?" the voice is weak and concerned.
"Under the bed," she answers softly.
My eyes widened at the males face that appeared in my view in the doorway of the bedroom, Embry? His left cheek is scarred with a single jagged deep scar to his jaw, he smiled softly at me, I wiggled out from under the bed. I let the lighter and fluid drop to the floor as I stood up staring up at Embry, his smile widened as my hands continued to shiver.
"Embry?" I inquired with my thick Spanish accent.
"Hey, short stack, what are you doing under there?"
I jumped startled at an animal grunt behind me, my eyes found a sandy wolf whose ears perked in my direction and it's head tilted to the side. My heart consistently pounding against my ribcage, the sky turned darker drastically and a flash of lightning that caused my heartbeat to increase. Everything chilled within my body, all I could hear was my heart.
My shivering turned into nervous quivering, and my stomach flipped, another flash of lightning and another howl of inhuman shrieking had my survival instincts kicking in full gear. I scurried back under the bed.
"Naomi, wait, wait," Embry protested while grabbing my ankle and pulled me out from under the bed.
Out of fear I shrieked and flailed, "¡No, no, no, déjame ir! ¡Él está viniendo! ¡Déjame ir! ¡Padre viene!"
Embry let go of my ankle only to grab my bicep when I went to flee under the bed again, the sandy wolf outside of the bay windows whined with its tail wagging nervously. Embry hiked me up into his hip as I continued to fight against him as he left the bedroom.
"Cabron, como estas?" his voice sent disturbed chills down my spine freezing my body as a wolf howl outside boomed throughout the space.
Embry froze in his tracks and slowly turned towards the voice, my eyes caught Leah's trembling from a couple feet from us. My father grinned wickedly at me as Embry lowered me off his waist slowly.
"Don't let him get that girl," an older man's voice spoke from the other rooms, my boots came into contact with the wood flooring.
Padre chuckles, "don't let me get that girl?" his voice is less thick of a Spanish accent than mine, "It seems none of you have considered my proposal, that brings me dismay," the sigh and tone was so fake, "It will continue and it will continue, and it will continue, shall I continue?" All he got was silence and trembling shifters, "I would have thanked Jacob for making my job easier for me, look at you," His eyes glew red consuming his pupil staring solely on me, "Young and healthy." The malicious in his eyes or tone never said goodbye, "I give Jacob a B for effort, five years that's impressive. Nobodies ever lived for that long," Padre smiles to himself while scanning the short hallway, "This was a great talk, I'm bored now. I'll make sure Jacob gets his wife back in pieces."
Padre took a step forward. I choose flight.
"Run Naomi! Run and don't stop!" that older man's yelled as I threw open the front door with the sounds of smashing wood and snarls.
I was drenched head to toe before I jumped over a fallen tree in the tree line of the dark, thick forestry, I screamed when a silver wolf flew over me causing me to lose my footing and fall into the soaked soil. I scrambled to my feet and away from a dark brown wolf being followed by two grey wolves, I was still screaming and scrambling away from them. Each wolf passed me and was only a foot close to me but never touched me, their defensive snarling and snapping of jaws made my ears ring. Successfully getting back to my feet seemed like hours with the thick mud while stumbling, I threw myself forward. Running as fast and as hard as I could, throwing myself over fallen trees and weaving between the thick oaks.
Padres shrieking and the wolves snarls and snapping of jaws behind me, I felt like I didn't get too far when my uncle appeared out of thin air in front of me. I didn't have time to register what happened when his fist flew towards my chest and I was flying backwards into a tree trunk.
Everything went black.
I was jostled awake by ear piercing jaws and snarls from mythical creatures, my world spun as I blinked several times to rid the black spots in my vision. My heart picked back up in pace as I focused on my breathing, the pain that was interrupting my backside began to subside.
Something slammed down onto my left thigh I heard my own bone crack with my pained screams as someone laughed sinisterly. Another attack to my right shoulder another pained scream with more cracking bones.
"Amane!"
A female voice buried deep within the crevices of my mind rang in my ears, I was hundred percent certain I was hallucinating the faded, black spotted vision of a woman engulfed in hot pink flames and neon blue metallic electricity. She came above and landed a punch into the side of Padres head knocking him to my left into some trees, she went after him with wolves and unnaturally pale persons. With my head still spinning violently and my heartbeat decreasing.
"Release!"
My eyes shot open to a males hands engulfed in orange metallic electricity smacking square into my chest, this male was at least seven years older than me. And he… looks just like Padre. I began shrieking at the painful unweaving of something constricting my chest, clicking of a releasing lock buried deep within my chest. I watched the electricity seep into the flesh of my arms surging unexplainable power throughout my body. Shrieking at the pain of my broken bones reconnecting in my leg, my shoulder and in my back. My heart rate increased as purplish black ink inked out of my chest, he gathers the ink into a ball as I felt boiling within my bones.
We have awaken.
A voice flowing from a deep crevice of my mind increasing in volume, a face… no my face, but there was something wrong with my eyes. Red, dark and bright at the same time. The face flashed before my eyes making me jump before I felt…
"Estás en presencia de tu Emperatriz! Te sugiero que te inclines."
Everything went silent and still, the only movement was the storm overhead, I could smell… everything. Hear everything, feel everything. My body moved against my will, the man in front of me backed up and knelt two feet from me.
Empress? Empress of what? How?
Huh?
"Has despertado a mi Emperatriz. Estoy encantado de estar en tu presencia." The man before ducks his hsad but looks up at me with his eyes changing from brown to metallic orange.
Jason, our older brother. Where has he been? Where was he all these years?
"¿Dónde has estado, Jason?"
"Move! She's awake!"
My head turned towards a bronze messy haired 17 year old immortal bloodsucker, my head tilted when his golden eyes met mine. I seen my reflection from his minds eye, my head tilted more as my body slowly expanded in height with teal blue metallic electricity surging under my honey skin, rings of lavender flames around my wrists and ankles the air around me cycloned. I stood to my feet slowly with my eyes flashing between brown and red multiple times in seconds, the clothes on my body began to tear but began to replace with ancient royalty clothing, no ancient royalty armor.
"Madre y yo hemos estado fuera para controlar nuestros poderes y encontrar una manera de liberar la maldición que tu padre te impuso desde que naciste. Te he liberado hermana, estamos aquí para ayudarte a salir victoriosa."
Mother? Mom?... Mom is alive?
A woman joined Jason's side kneeling and looking at me with her eyes, my features but I had more similarities to Padre.
She's alive.
"Te extrañé más allá de las palabras, mariposa."
"I will kill you where you stand!"
My head turned towards him where he stood ready to attack with Uncle, their swiney arms unhinged jaws and absolutely disgusting nude bodies. My mind resurfaced everything they use to do to me, everything they have done to me, I began to laugh manically going back into a crouched position fighting this urge.
Stop fighting me! Don't fight me!
"¡No eres ninguna emperatriz! ¡Soy el rey!"
Punch him in his baneful throat!
"¡Nunca serás emperatriz! Arrancaré tu cabeza de tu cuerpo por ser la pesadilla de mi existencia. ¡Solo porque te escapaste no significa que no podrás correr para recibir tu castigo!"
My left hand over my face shifted so my right eye was exposed and I can feel the power boiling in my bones and surging as my jaw unhinged. I allowed the power to surge throughout my body, my head fell back as my manic laughter turned into an inhuman shriek. My head fell back forward, my tongue lolled out as I felt Jacob's presence behind me. Lavender flames and metallic teal blue electricity engulfed my body uncontrollably, my rage increased.
"Te haré sufrir por todo lo que me has hecho! Ya no torturarás más a mi anfitrión."
Using this unknown power within me with an enrage shriek, I lounged forward and my right hook connected with my father's jaw. He flew to his left crashing through the trees for half a mile, Uncle shrieked and lounged at me, my right fist connected with his left bosom. He crashed through the trees backwards for more than a mile out, Padre shrieked recovering faster than I thought he would.
"Naomi! Run! Run and don't stop!" The older man yelled.
I threw open the door and stopped in my tracks on the small square porch and ramp, I was drenched head to toe I looked up at the sky above just as another flash of lightning struck throughout the sky. I looked down at myself confused, no power boiling in my bones.
"Run Naomi!" he yelled again and whirled to his voice and the smashing of glass, Leah and Embry caused property damage by phasing and barreling into my father into the side of the house. "Run!" the older man yelled again, I ran back into the house.
"No Naomi!"
I ran to the bedroom and snatched up the lighted and fluid, and then ran off towards the open hole in the house and stood there. The scene before me was absolute chaos, Leah, Embry, the sandy wolf and a large group of vampires battling Padre in his true form. I gripped the items in my hands with my heart beat pounding against my ribcage, fear churning my stomach. I ignored the yells of my name and ran forward, my heartbeat in my ears.
"Padre!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, his head snapped towards me as I had shoved my battle weapons in my pockets, my allies glimpsing at me and struggling against him. I swallowed to compose myself, "Let the hunt begin!" I yelled.
"Naomi!" my name was yelled from the house and my allied vampires as I darted to the right for the trees.
Father accepted my challenge with a high pitch shrieking howl, I jumped over a fallen branch and ran as fast as I could into the forest. I can hear them behind me, I skidded as I made turns deeper into the forest, my legs and chest burning as I pushed myself to run faster than I have in years. I ran as fast as I could even if I felt the pack and the vampires right on my trail with the heavy vibrations of the wolves and Father. Jumping over around branch I felt an immense sense of hope mid-air before the atmosphere became suffocating and I felt his attack before I seen him. I shrieked as he grabbed my leg harshly throwing me backwards, my chin and head colliding with a tree trunk leaving me temporarily stunned, loud snapping jaws and snarling met my ears as I landed on the ground limply before my mind screamed for me to get up. I clawed at the ground as I forced myself up.
I scrambled to my feet quickly and in an attempt to defend myself I whirled around with my fist balled and connecting into a thigh. My eyes widened as my father in Ghoul form went spiraling backwards into trees, snapping them in half at different lengths. I looked down at my right hand astonished, I seen a pretty lavender purple electricity light up in my veins up to my elbow. I had little time to react when everything went black.
…
late may, 2007
…
"¡Levántate, plaga!"
The raised voice woke me up faster than the bucket of ice water flying all over my body, I flew up into a sitting position gasping and my heart pounding my chest. I was just dreaming, peacefully dreaming before it was interrupted by waking nightmares.
I looked up at my father standing two feet from my bare bed with the empty bucket at his side and that same distasteful gaze in his eyes. His eyes flashed to that deep inky purple before flashing back to dark brown, I looked down at the soaked, stained white bed sheet.
"Prepárate para la escuela, cabrón."
I did just that as soon as he walked out and closed the door behind him, my teeth clattered as I pulled dry clothes over my damp form. I hissed in pain as the skinny jeans irritated the large black bruise on my right thigh, black spots spattered my vision as I put pressure on my bruised abdomen. Dad grabbed me by the back of the neck as I was pulling on my hoodie, he snatched it out of my hands and my vision was consumed in stars as I fell to the floor with my left cheekbone tingling from his blow. He grabbed me harshly by my arm spewing curses at me and ushering me out of the house more roughly than usual. I caught my footing as he shoved me forward into the driveway harshly, I didn't look back as I walked across the wide driveway curving to the right to walk down the street.
I wrapped my arms around myself as an icy breeze washed over me, making me shiver, my damp hair blowing in the breeze.
I was rather slow today because of father's beatings that left bruises that hindered my ability to walk at my normal pace. I stopped at the corner at the bus stop with other fellow students, nobody spared me a glance, they haven't since my first day two weeks ago. I curled up on the bench of my usual seat and ignored the kids tormenting me all the way to the small educational building.
I gritted my teeth as I readjusted my books in my arms and walked off to my first period, walking through the sea of students and trying to avoid bodies as much as I could. I kept my head down so my drying hair would cover the forming bruise on my cheek.
"Freak!" An athletic boy yell and I yelled as my foot caught on something and I tumbled to the floor, my books scattering everywhere.
I squeezed my eyes shut as my body instinctively tensed as pain coursed throughout my bruises body parts.
"Get up, Freak." A female teenager, high and squeaky.
"Kill yourself." A laughing jock by the obnoxious deep pitch.
"Is the freak of nature going to cry?" Another female teenager, warm bur conceited.
"Boohoo!" a boy mocked pushing my right shoulder, my thigh cramped.
"Freak!" That first boy from before was behind me, the voice of the most popular boy in school, I also heard he was a molesting girls but nobody was saying anything.
The voices toned down in volume, my ears filling with water as I calmly picked up my textbooks, folders papers, I couldn't find my pencil but I had all of my papers or at least what I could manage. If they wanted my papers then so be it, they won't find anything emotional to embarrass me with later, just schoolwork, maybe homework not too sure. I just had to get out of there, trying to breathe and trying not to cry was the worst battle, my hair covered my face as I bit down hard on my bottom lip the whole lesson. Trying to breathe and trying to also ignore sleek students tormenting me.
Lunch wasn't so great either when it came around, even if I wanted to make friends I couldn't. I couldn't have friends, I couldn't invite friends over, I couldn't let any of these assholes be eaten by two Ghouls. It wasn't right and it wouldn't be fair. That and my clothes, my appearance, I was thin, my clothes were baggy and always wrinkled, nobody gave a shit to say anything but neither did I. Cops and the US government wouldn't be able to keep them away, they always find me, they always know.
I ate my lunch slowly, paying extra attention to my stomach, not wanting irritate myself. I only ate a quarter, not even that much, he hates when I refuse to eat a full meal, he hates that I know he wants me to be full of life. Full of flesh. A full meal.
I will accept being beaten to death then have them both devouring on my flesh like demons. These were the days I prayed to God, these were the days I prayed he would stop it all. Praying for help. I would lose faith, hope, on these day where I knew it would get to the worse, the days where they would get a excuse to have me out for two weeks. Try to get me to eat, beat me if I didn't eat, force me to eat, beat me when I would force myself to throw up. A repeating cycle until they gave up to let me heal enough to return to school unsuspecting. Or it was to go off and binge eat.
I prayed for the latter. I worked on home from the previous lessons, I was on my last page and I knew the bell was going to ring soon. Somebody sat down across from me, I involuntarily stiffened, what was it going to be this time? Books to my face, insults? Mocking questions?
"Hi," a shyly confident voice, a girl by the pitch she was my age, I tilted my head up just a tad and glanced at her through my hair. She was my age and she seemed timid, and I haven't seen her here before. "I'm Bella," She pushed hair behind her ear, shrinking in on herself, she met my eyes, "Bella Swan."
She has big brown eyes with light red brown hair, wavy curly. Small and slim.
The bell rang, my chest twisted as I had to turn down another friend by being silent, and gathering my books together. She didn't say another word.
Seventh period, second to last class of the day, study hall next period I would be able to finish homework and pray to make it back here the next day. School passed quickly as it always does and I wish it wouldn't, every minute away from that house is freedom. A lot of cons but I was breathing, every minute I was being beaten, the bullies were never that bold. The teacher started off with attendance as usual, she knew by now I never spoke up when my name was called, all she did was met my eyes. All of the teachers did it.
"Jacob?"
"Here." That voice.
I looked up like other kids did if they already didn't notice he was here, that sit on the other side of the room to my right was always empty with another one behind it. That girl from lunch was sitting there, shrinking under the students glancing over at them. What was her name again? She met my eyes.
Bella, Bella Swan, she was timid too, quiet.
"Welcome back, Jacob. It's a pleasure to see you," the teacher greeted warmly, maybe a bit too warmly.
My eyes flickered over to the desk in front of Bella, russet brown skin, the most muscle I've ever seen on a teenager. Is he taking steroids or something? I looked up to his face, oh goodness. My head began to spin as his facial appearance sunk into the tissues of my brain, I knew him. I knew him so well. I know him.
I don't remember anything of him though, he was native so I imagined long hair, there was no recollection. But I know him, I know him from somewhere. Everything around him seemed to change, his body language, the very energy around him. The one thing that freaked me out the most the way my body seemed to relax, my senses relaxing, I couldn't explain this feeling. Memorizing the intensity of gaze on me, memorizing the expression on his face, this is so frustrating not being able to understand why I know him.
"Hello there, you must Isabella Swan. Your first day today?"
I blinked a couple times before looking at my desk with my books ready to go one side, the other was for doing work. I could feel his eyes on me as Bella answered, and corrected her name, I stared at the desk as the teacher continues going through the attendance list. I started to tense again and I hissed quietly as my stomach jerked and pain shook my body.
"Naomi?"
For a second I thought she seen my pain physically but when I looked up at her, she was just doing attendance by alphabetic orders from last names. She looked back down at the desk.
"Cameron?"
I looked back down at my desk. I can still feel his eyes. His face flashing before my eyes and I still didn't know why I knew him. I never seen him before but I just know him. I tried to come up with a reason for acknowledgement of him but I still came up empty. He's so handsome.
"Alright, open your books to page 243. Pass these back, and split up into groups. Volume level to a 3, don't start today Mr. McKinney."
Great. I stayed in my place as the room of students began to split up, I started working on the assignment anyways maybe I could get away with working alone. I focused all of my attention on the assignment and got pretty far as the class seemed to good around, I looked up a couple times feeling eyes on me and always locked Jacobs eyes. I looked away from Jacob to the classroom phone ringing, and other to Ms. Anderson a brunette teacher, young maybe just fresh out of college. I went back to working on the assignment.
The next two days went by in a blur, the same thing very day. The classroom phone rang in fourth period History.
"Naomi, your father is here for you," she said.
My stomach dropped out of my butthole, my heartbeat picking up in pace, this is bad. This is very bad.
He never pulls out of the school day, he always calls in advance. This is bad.
I gathered my books together and walked out of the room with no homework, I dropped off my books wishing I could stay for the rest of the day. I wished for so many things that never came true.
I was locked in my room for the rest of the day, I watched the cloud covered sky darken between the branches of trees, sitting on my bare bed with the sheet wrapped around me under the first window on the back wall facing the door. In front of me is another wall with a window smack dab in the middle, the wall to my right with the door off to the far right side was bare. A back of an outfit of clothing, my broken toothbrush and a broken comb. I sensed his arrival before he opened the door. I knew it was coming, I didn't have to look to sense the unexcused attacks. I could never do anything like any other time.
He punched the right side of my head, my head smacked into the wall, I seen stars as I fell onto my side. My eyes ringing and black spots peppering my vision.
I was knocked out by the second punch in my torso. Unconscious is the only peace I get.
…
six days later
…
I woke up to water splattering down on me, scattered, light, my eyes fluttered at drops of water falling onto my face, I wiped my face and looked around. I was under the window on the right side of the room, my closet doors were open, that's a first. I looked down at the dried blood on the floor and on the back hands in front of me, I looked up at the window above my bed. Rain smacking hard against the window, I looked behind me to the window, I lifted myself up. The pained groan leaving my throat was muffled to my ears, the rain was clearer to hear as I lifted myself to my feet with the assistance of the white painted wood window pane.
I stuck my hand out the window a breeze blowing gently bring a small shower of cold rain over my hand. The rain sprinkled across my face, I closed my eyes and breathed in the cool air.
All I heard was the door slamming open and spinning around and Uncle striding quickly in my direction, his face contoured in anger and his arm rising. I stumbled back slipping as his fist connected with my right cheekbone knocking me unconscious.