Forgive Me (Jack & Finn vampire fanfic)

Chapter Seven

(A/N) This is Chapter Seven. It is a bit sketchy, but I tried haha. Took me a while to update I know, but hope you enjoy this chapter. :)

***************************** Next day **********************************

It had been more than 12 hours, since Jack had spoken to me. He barely even looks at me, besides the paranoid glare every so often. He has sat in his room for ages now, barely even a sound is heard from that section of the house. 

I guess he is angry because his fag of a brother is using his charms on me. Perhaps Jack knows that Finn is bad for me, and believes I can't turn back. I'm like stuck in his trap?

However, if Jack does think that, then he is god-dam right. Finn is just a bad smell that won't go away. And bloody oath I am sick of him. I mean, OK he is completely hot and to- die- for. Many of times I wish I just took the kiss instead of declining them, but once I start this silly behaviour routine, I will be walking into Finn's arms. 

If that happens, he won't let go. 

I had to think this through, though it is hard to pick sides. Finn is gorgeous, and he is the only person who has treated me like I actually exist. He treats me like I matter. No one else has ever made me feel this special and important before. I don't want someone to take that away from me. Jack though, is different. He only ever smiles at me (which makes me weak) however he has never showed affection only because he doesn't like me in the way that Finn shows. 

I skipped down stairs, and started preparing a nice breakfast to fill me up. Yet again no one was awake. I had to get out of the house though. 

If I open the front door, someone might hear me leave. It might be the dumbest idea yet. 

I scoffed down the rest of my toast, washing my dishes up before I headed back upstairs. I reached the top step as I heard a stumble coming from Finn's room. Please don't be awake. I peered my head in his doorway, revealing a shirt- less Finn. He stretched his arms out, slipping his t- shirt on before straightening it up. God he was hot. Now would be the time to kiss him. ;)

I shot out of my trance, as he began turning around. Hide!- My brain orders. In fact, I did exactly that, as I flung back away from his view and ducked into my room. I eased the door shut, just in time, as his footsteps were heard from outside my door.

The only way out in through the window. It is a two story house, which only means it will be a challenge to jump down somehow. 

I reefed the window up, my head ducking under as I climbed out. The roof was cold. Stupid idea to forget shoes. I tip- toed on the old roof, not wanting my foot- steps to be heard below. The brick tiles layed out on the roof was slippery and the sharp angle of the roof was death- threatening. Don't slip!

Finally, I made it to the edge of the roof. The roof slop still made me unstable. I was afraid of heights, and this was not doing me well. My foot gripped onto the gutter, as it bent down under my weight. 

In a matter of seconds, the gutter couldn't hold my weight any more, and my feet felt lodged in the gutter so much that if I stood back I would've slipped over, and fell. Suddenly the metal released, and It broke free as my body tumbled over the edge; my feet giving way and my body slamming to the ground floor. 

My back felt like fifty knifes had plunged into it. My breath became laboured in seconds, I was certain I broke something. My fists clenched a chunk of grass either side, the pain rushing to my neck, head, then down to my feet and toes. I squeezed my eyes shut, attempting to block out as much pain as possible, re- opening them and huffing out a proper breath.