Stolen HeART
Chapter 7
Broken Bones and Smiling Faces
The idle chit chat of the two ladies that were now standing at the sink, washing their hands told me that the first course was being served. Looking down at the time display on my mobile, I realised how long I'd been away from the table. Watching them leave and then checking my appearance once more in the mirror. I made my way back to the function room, rubbing the shiny surface of my mobile out of habit. The large open space of the unused side lobby in front of me, gave me time to compose myself before I got back to the table.
"It must be hard to be surrounded by all those men." Turning around, I spotted Jacob swaying on the spot, his suit jacket hung off his shoulders, and the purple silk lining on display from his unnecessary rolled up sleeve. The lilac pastel tie he wore earlier was no longer around his neck and exposed his unbuttoned white shirt.
"Jealous are we? I've heard you're below par, maybe you should think about switching sides?" I wasn't concerned about airs and graces when it came to Jacob Black. He was a leech. He abused his parent's status at every opportunity and he disrespected his family and those around him.
"You think you're so it, don't you? You thrive on the attention of men-."
"Be careful what you say next Jacob, you're in a glass house remember that." I watched his reaction to the threat I'd just made. Snorting a laugh I turned away and headed for the doors.
The thick lush carpet muffled his footsteps and before I could react he had grabbed my elbow and spun me around. My heart raced as he held my elbow tightly, and as I brought my eyes level with the smirk on his face, his alcohol-fuelled breath spread over the skin of my arm and I resisted the urge to gag. His eyes fixated on mine.
"Not so talkative now are we?" I didn't react to the angry words he threw at me, choosing instead to bide my time and stare him out.
"You walk around like you fucking own the joint. You're a whore just like my father's bitch."
I watched the stillness of his pupils, his rapid breathing showed no sign of slowing down. The pressure from his grip on my elbow increased and my free hand that held my phone, now lightly tapped the speed dial number.
His face now covered in a thin layer of sweat was the result of excess alcohol and nerves and when he licked his lips he confirmed my thoughts. The vibration of activities on the other side of the double swing doors caused them to jerk open slightly and the noise of the room could be heard. The flicker of opportunity appeared when the noise made by the moving doors caught his eye and made him look away.
I didn't say a word for fear of him returning to his previous state. Focusing on my elbow that was inches from his face, I pulled back sharply, which gave me leverage to use the full force of my weight. I rammed my elbow into his face. The cracking sound of bone breaking and the popping of cartilage could be heard. He instantly dropped out of my line of sight.
I stood watching him roll around the floor, his moans getting louder along with his expletives. I checked to see if anybody had walked in or was already in here as I stepped back from his flaying arms, franticly looking in my purse for tissues. I tried to focus on what had just happened; the thoughts of how I should tackle this whirled in my head.
"Jesus, what the fuck happened?" James' voice snapped me out of my trance-like state. I watched him bend down next to Jacob pulling his bloody hand away from his face.
"She broke my fucking nose." His groans and grunts increased as James tried to check the wound. "Well, you probably deserved it. Maria what happened?" he calmly asked, using his free hand to call Carlisle
