only yours, only mine

chapter 7

TW: ⚠️VOMIT, mention of drugs
y/n's pov:
after what felt like a century we arrived back at jacobs house.
"okay y/n we're going to get you inside and cleaned up, okay?" jacob looked down at me as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
"mhm" i mumbled, nuzzling my face into his chest as the cold air from outside attacked my aching skin.
lexi and braydon ran inside, opening the door for jacob and i, then pacing the living room floor.
"i don't know what to do" lexi sobbed grabbing braydon in a warm hug.
"i feel like an awful person. this isn't your fault lexi." he hugged her back, gently rocking her back and forth. "i should've been there with jacob." he whispered through her hair.
"me too, i shouldn't have left her alone. i'm supposed to be her best friend." choked lexi as tears ran down her face.
braydon leaned back to make eye contact with lexi. "this is not your fault lexi. please trust me. i'm sorry for yelling at you earlier." braydon's eyes were starting to water.
"you guys are so cute." i mumbled through my dazed state of mind, trying to lighten the mood and make things less tense.
jacob was still carrying me, bringing me up the stairs and placing me on his bathroom counter. he gave me a tight squeeze and held my shoulders as he stared into my eyes. looking down at my lips every once in a while.

jacobs pov:
i felt like an awful person.
but i had to help y/n before i could apologize.
the drug would take her completely over if i hadn't done what i had to do.

y/n's pov:
"okay darling, i'm going to lean you over the toilet and i need you to gag yourself, okay?" jacob whispered. his atom's apple rising and dropping as he swallowed the fear and sorrow in his voice.
"wha-what?" i whispered. i had never made myself throw up, or at least in front of someone. i didn't want him to see me like this.
"y/n i know but you have to. it's the only way to bring the drug out of your system. you're lucky there wasn't enough of it in your drink to send you to the emergency room. but the longer you wait the better chance you have of ending up in the hospital so can you please just do this. for me?" he begged, his eyes filling with tears.
"why are you crying silly?" i laughed through a mumble, wiping the tears from his face.
he lightly chuckled, hoping it would bring a little light to the whole situation.
"okay y/n you're gonna lean over the toilet" he bent down on the counter to be at my level. "and stick two fingers down there. keep doing it until you throw up a few times, alright? im just going to grab you a change of clothes and im gonna have lexi give you a bath. then we can call your mom and dad and let them know you're alright."
"okay." i looked down upset, jumping off the counter and tripping over my own two feet as i landed.
"woah woah easy there." he grabbed my arms to catch me and settle me down on the floor.
i leaned over the toilet, staring as jacob left the room and went through his dresser on the other side of his bedroom.

i tried everything. nothing was working, i couldn't get up anything. after several tries i gave up and began to sob, laying my arms over the toilet and putting my head down.

"jacob i can't!!" i yelled with my head still leaned inside the toilet bowl. i threw my hands up in frustration and looked up through the bathroom door on the verge of tears.

"hey hey hey shhh it's okay y/n breathe." jacob rushed into the bathroom, placing the clothes he grabbed me on the counter and getting on his hands and knees next to me. he wrapped one arm around my waist and ran his finger tips on the other through my hair.
"shh y/n i know. i know. i'm gonna help you out okay. i need you to just let me do this y/n, alright? i know you don't want to but can you please do this for me darling?" he asked, continuing to run his fingers through my hair and leaning down to make eye contact with me. his glare was gentle although the concern still flashed through his eyes.
"jacob are you sure? i don't want you to have to-" i hesitated. i didn't want jacob to feel uncomfortable.
"y/n don't worry about me. this is for you okay?"
he twirled my hair and held it back with his left hand, sticking two fingers from the other gently down my throat, bringing them back up whenever i gagged in order to let me vomit everything up.