Chapter 33

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"Jacob!" I smiled as I ran over to him as he tried to start a fire.

I had finally got my vision back after about a week. Everything was falling back into place. I went back to school. I didn't see the eyes anymore. I still bad nightmares every now and then, but Jacob was always there for me. I hadn't heard from Bella or the bloodsuckers.

  I had gotten really close to the pack and Emily. Leah wasn't a big fan of anyone, but she would talk to me about anything. It took her a while before she would actually talk to me. But, now, she would always come to me.

"Yeah?" He smiled as he tossed a match on the pile of wood and it caught on fire.

"There was a counsel emergency, your dad had to leave again." He laughed at me, turning around and picked me up spinning me in a circle.

I giggled as he did, once he sat me down he pulled me into a kiss. When we pulled away I looked up at him with a smile. My smile faded when I started to think. I wanted this to be more. It had been mouths, but it's only been about a week I started to think about it. Just because I went to the mall, I overheard some stupid girl talk about it. Now, I just can't seemed to shake the thought off my mind.

"What's wrong?" He asked looking down at me and I shook my head. I then turned and pick up a stick and began to poke at the fire. "Maddy."

"It's nothing." I shook my head again. As I bent down my knees where they were up to my chest, and I continued to poke at the fire.

"What is it? You can tell me anything. You know you can." His tone was full of worry.

  If I was just a little better at hiding my emotions, none of this would be happening. I I just didn't hear that girl.

"It's just something stupid. Don't worry about it." I looked straight into the fire. "I'm going to go get a drink."

I dropped the stick while standing up, I then turned and walked up to house without looking at him. As I closed the fridge I poured the 2lit. of I think it was Coke, but the label was missing. I'm pretty sure Jacob ripped it off, because he probably ripped part of it when I got it out, or something. But, I knew what was in it, I bought it and was the only one that drunk it.

I  heard the door open and close behind me, I took a drink and stood in my place. I want to drop this topic, but I know it wouldn't.

"Maddy." Jacob's voice sounded, I could tell he was on the other side of the counter. I didn't look up, I keep my eyes on my cup. "Maddy, just tell me." It wasn't as sad as it was, it was somewhat demanding but in a kind way.

"Forget about it Jacob!" I slightly raised my voice not looking up still.

"So you're going to keep things from me now!" He started to raise his vocie, I know he didn't want to. But what other choose did I give him.

"It's different this time!" I yelled looking up at him, I quickly regretted it. I remember what Sam did to Emily when they got into a fight.

"How?" He yelled, I couldn't take it. The fighting, I just couldn't take it.

"Alright!" I screamed. "You wanna know so bad?" I asked as I  walked around the counter  so I was standing in front of him. "Because of some stupid girl at the mall, she keep bragging about something. I now I only want that, but that would be selfish of me. To ask something like that." I started to sound hurt now, I was no longer mad. "Just to know what it feels like. To understand why people do it."

"Something like what?" He walked closer to me, laying his hands on my hips. All the anger between us was gone.

"It's stupid." I shook my head looking down. I felt his finger go under my chin and slowly raise my head up so I was looking at him.

"Nothing you say is stupid." He looked lovingly down at me. "Now, what is it?"

"I think you already know, you just want me to say it." He smiled down at me.

"All you had to do was ask, I would go to the ends of the earth for you. This isn't selfish of you, I'm whatever you need. A protector, a lover, or a friend."

I smiled up at him, and he leaned down to kiss me. Maybe I was wrong, but sometimes I think I should be wrong more often.

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