Mend [Jacob Black]

21: Wounds

Not really feeling this chapter, but my love spirit1213 is upset and I thought I would try to cheer her up by uploding :3 And thank you for everyone who reads, votes, comments, and other stuff on my story. It really does mean a lot. I love you all

*Jacob*

Where the hell are you? Samantha should be home NOW

From: Paul/ 12:30am

THIS ISNT FUNNY BLACK. BRING HER HOME NOW OR I WILL RIP YOUR THROAT OUT WITH MY TEETH

From: Paul/ 1:05am

You’re dead

From: Paul/1:24am

I sighed, and shoved my phone back into my pocket. I don’t have time to deal with Paul right now. A soft hand grabbed mine, and intertwined our fingers together. A smile spread across my stressed face. I turned my head slightly to see my imprint staring up at me. A cheeky grin was planted on her face. “Don’t worry about Paul, he’ll be fine. We’ll be fine”. She squeezed my hand in reassurance. I faked a smile, but I was just so stressed and worried about everything that happened. Sensing how I felt, Samantha pressed against me more, and I wrapped my arms around her, burying my nose in her hair. Her strawberry shampoo calmed me, and I kissed her temple.

We sat on Sam’s couch, in some old clothes while Emily cleaned up Samantha’s wounds. After the…incident that happened between me and Samantha, we decided the best place to go was Sam’s house. Although we both did feel bad that we woke up Sam and Emily at such a late time, they didn’t seem to mind much. Being the motherly type, Emily just cared for our well-being. Sam surprisingly didn’t get mad at me. I think he understood what I did. It happened to him too; he lost control in front of Emily, causing the three jagged scars that cascaded down her face.

Samantha wasn’t upset at what I did. It was such a relief after she told me.

Samantha was not at all upset at me for what I did. I told her that I had lost control of myself, and I wasn’t thinking straight. Samantha understood, and told me she felt the same way when she had hit Rosie. The only things that were bothering her were why I was shaking so much, and how I shoved her so far. The urge to tell her about me was strong, it almost slipped out. But I had that feeling, it wasn’t the right time. So I told her just to trust me, and I’ll tell her everything soon.

“Jacob”. Sam’s booming deep voice interrupted my train of thought. I nodded over at him, playing with a strand of Samantha’s long dark hair. “Can I talk to you?”

Kissing Samantha’s temple again, I let go of her and followed Sam outside to the front pouch. Sam paced around, while I sat down in a chair. “What happened tonight Jake”? Sam’s booming voice asked me, sounding nervous. “I told you. Samantha and I were at the beach when Rosie came up to us. She provoked Samantha, saying something about her mom, and Samantha lost control. Then I carried her to the forest, and… do I have to retell what happened”? I seethed grinding my teeth together.

Sam stopped, and stared over at me. Our eye contact broke when we heard a truck pull into Sam’s driveway, our heads snapping into the direction. Immediately, I recognized that was Paul’s truck. I groaned, dropping my head into my lap. With my fingers I started to massage my temples, thinking if I were able to get headaches, I would have a huge migraine right now. 

“Black” Paul growled, approaching me. Lifting my head up, I raised my eyebrows. Paul stood in front of me, shaking. Before I could have done anything else, Paul’s fist collided with my jaw. Pain shot through my jaw, and I felt a bone break. All I saw was red as Paul roared at me, all I wanted to do was rip him in shreds. Standing up, I shoved Paul back away from me. “That’s it Black”! Grabbing the collar of my shirt, he slammed me against the wall. I could feel myself starting to phase, when a voice brought me down to reality.

“No Paul, stop”! Samantha begged, limping up to us. “Samantha, no! Sam bellowed, blocking her from us. “Get back inside”!

Paul roughly released my shirt, and raced over to Samantha. His face fell as he saw the condition she was in. “What the hell did he do to you”? Paul spat, as he engulfed Samantha in a crushing hug. All I did was just stare at them, feeling numb. “It was an accident Paul, honestly”! Samantha pleaded, after releasing from his hug.

“Get in the car” Paul ordered, kissing her forehead. Samantha longed glanced over at me, and walked over to me before Paul snatched her arm. Samantha tried to wiggle out of his grip, whining softly. “Please Paul, just let me-”

“No Samantha, get in the car”!

Before I could go over to her, she smiled sadly at me and said her goodbyes to Sam- who stood next to me to make sure everything was in control- and Emily who stood in the doorway. After a final glance at me, she trudged sadly down the driveway to Paul’s truck.

Paul stomped his way over at me, furious. “You’re not allowed to see Samantha anymore”.

I stared at him, baffled.  “You know you can't do that. I can't be away from her".

“Look at what you did to her!” He pointed over at his truck.

For the third time that night, anger started to build up inside me. “You don’t think I know that?! She has a deep cut on her leg, plus all the other scratches and bruises on her body because of me. It’s my entire fault!” I inched closer to him. “Everything is my fault. I feel like shit, and all I can do is feel it. I can’t take back what I did,  trust me if I could I would in a heartbeat.” My voice was cracking, and I was on the verge of tears. Paul just looked at me with a blank expression. Sam and Emily were watching with concern.

“I don’t need to you to make me feel worse than I already do. Screw you Paul”. The words came out barely a whisper. With that, I stormed out of the porch into the dark forest, phasing from all the anger that I had.