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Intrusion- Jake.L [Final Part]

       Imagine: Jake wasn't fast enough to save you.
[MAY CONTAIN VIOLENCE]
[Word Count: 1008]

    Rage, that was the only thing to describe what was going through his mind. His eyes laid on your now pale almost-- lifeless body. Sure, he was upset, sad even that he let this happen to you, but overall... be was angry. Cracking his neck from one side to the other he grabbed a metal pipe that happened to be laying around. Everything went dark for him for a moment, he slammed the pipe as hard as he could. He could hear the bones break underneath it until there were no bones left to break. That's when he came back to his senses- you were dead? No, he turned his attention to you, the necklace still grapsed tightly in your palm. You were looking at him, he was covered head to toe in blood at this point. It didn't matter, you were still alive, for now. Carefully he approached you shifting his eyes rapidly between the knife through your stomach and your worried eyes. For the first time, in his life and yours you witnessed Jake Lockley panic, it filled his body holding it tight. It paralyzed him to one position, the only thing he could do was look. How could he let this happen? How could he possibly let the one thing that mattered to him be skewered on a knife? He didn't know what to do, pull the knife out you die, don't pull it you die. He was pulled from his thoughts at the sound of your voice.
     "I'm sorry." You squeaked out slowly trying to slide the knife from your stomach. Softly he stopped you tears welling in his eyes threatening to spill. He didn't say anything, he could barely look at you. He gazed at the hole in your stomach trying to figure out if he could tell if it hit organs.
      "I'm gonna die aren't I?" His face dropped at your question, his eyes trailing up to your bloodied face. He shook his head with a stern look moving his hands up your body and cupping your face. The two of your pressed your forehead together, and he slowly pulled the knife from your body. That's the last thing you remember, the pain of getting a knife pulled through you- twice. You cried at the thought of never seeing Jake again, it hurt more then being stabbed. You loved him more than anything in the world, but you never even told him. The next thing you knew you were in a hospital bed, tears falling down your face as Jake softly wiped them away. He seemed concerned but it went away when he noticed your eyes open. Relief washed over both of you at the sight of eachother, overjoyed you jolted but quickly winced in pain.
     "Woah, hey, cool it. Don't want you poppin those stitches." He stated before motioning to someone in the hallway. Two police officers came in which, needlessly made you neverous. They questioned you about the events and Jake urged you to tell them the truth so you did. You told then everything, about all of the events that had taken place that day. It astonished you it had all taken place in one singular day. After they got all they needed they thanked the two of you and went on their way. You were just happy to be alive, happy to have Jake by your side. Once they exited the room Jake turned his attention on you scooting forwards and reaching a hand out towards your face. He stroked the hair from in front of your eyes and softly ran his hand along your cheek.
     "I'm sorry." Was all he said avoiding eye contact with you, he almost seemed.. embarrassed. You lifted your hand up towards you face softly gripping his hand. You pulled it down holding it tightly and gazing at him.
       "You were just trying to protect me."
      "But I didn't protect you. I just fucked things up."
       "I think there's a lesson to be learned here, break up with me and I'll get stabbed." You joked letting out a small- but painful laugh. He almost glared at you squeezing your hand tightly.
       "Thats not funny."
       "Its kind of funny."
    A few says passed and you were finally able to go home. The two of you made the trip back together, Jake was completely unwilling to ever leave your side at this point. Upon arriving at your joint home you found it completely decorated, just for you. In the closet laid new clothes and shoes, all around there were pictures of you and Jake together. He let out a small chuckle embarrassment overflowing on his face.
       "They didn't let me see you for a few days. I missed you, I got a little carried away with the pictures." You smiled turning to him, he still hesitated to look you in the face. It wasn't entirely clear why but right now it didn't matter. You walked across the room him closely following behind you in case something happened. Gazing at all of the decorations and clothes you noticed a small box on your bedside table. Walking towards it Jake snatched it away which caused you to turn around towards him. He gained a nervous expression and it became clear as to why he couldn't look you in the eyes. Nervously, he spoke, opening the small box.
     "I can't lose you again." Inside of the box was a ring, a gorgeous ring, a gorgeous diamond ring. Your eyes widened at it but the slightest twinge of confusion washed over your face. He sighed frustrated at your confusion.
       "I gotta spell it out for ya? Marry me." His eyes met yours as he bent down on one knee.
       "I can't afford to not be with you forever. Will you marry me?"
        "Yes."

A/N: It's a little sappy, and I don't entirely like how I ended it, but please tell me what you think :)