Last Shot (Jacob Black) [3] COMPLETE

2. No Limits

~Jazmine~

I bite my lip and run a hand through my hair. I'd be pacing right now, if my leg was even close to healing. It's nowhere near even starting to heal in the slightest way. I glance across the room at Jacob, who is pacing and suck in a breath. It's been two weeks since I woke up and I'm not healing- slightly getting worse- none the less, I'm not healing at all. It was an average bullet though. My eyes still glow, I should still have at least most of the abilities. Why won't I heal? My eyes flick outside to a Suburban with more hunters in it. Jake glances outside before our gazes meet. I force a smile and he returns it before walking toward me. Our hands lace together and I look back out the window. I glance at my leg and sigh.

"You're tired of being stuck inside aren't you?" Jake teases.

"That's an understatement, asshat." I nudge him lightly in the ribs with my elbow.

"I was just asking a simple question, jerk." He nudges me back. I roll my eyes.

"I don't see why I even listen to you people. I mean, what I say goes. I'm the leader of this." I go to stand but the door opens.

"I wouldn't try it Jazmine. You'll feel it as soon as you put the slightest pressure on it." Devonté warns. I scoff and go to stand anyways. I feel a slight pinch then cross my arms and smirk with victory. "Go ahead, try to walk on it." I walk to him, which is a good ten feet and cross my arms, cocking out a hip and receiving the pressure on my injured leg.

"I'm a lot tougher than you think." I push against his chest and he rolls his eyes.

"Okay, smart ass, if you think you're so tough, do a cartwheel." He challenges. I turn and do a cartwheel. He crosses his arms. "Try a round off." I know better, but I'm not letting him win. I do a round off and land, slightly grimacing at the pain shooting through my leg. "Try-"

"Stop trying to prove who's stronger, and Jazmine sit down before you hurt yourself any worse." Matthew says in a fatherly tone. I cross my arms and cock my hip back out. He raises his eyebrows. "I know what you're thinking Jazmine, but you're only in commamd when it comes to hunting. Right now, I'm the closest thing to a parent you have- therefore I'm in charge of this situation."

"If you haven't noticed, I've been taking care of myself without parents for the past six months. I don't need a parent. I've been doing just fine by myself." My level of bitch has gotten high.

"Yeah, it sure looks like you've been taking care of yourself. How many times have you gotten injured in the past month?" He strikes back.

"Alright, look here- my injuries are from saving other people- not recklessness. I've only been trying to keep other people safe, so what if I get a minor injury in the process." Bitch level slowly rising.

"Yes because going after people for the sake of getting revenge isn't reckless." He retorts. "And getting shot isn't exactly minor."

"Oh wow, I got shot, what's the big deal!?! People get shot everyday. And going after people for the sake of revenge isn't what I was doing. I had to kill Ryder, and I went after Delyla so she wouldn't kill anyone else. I did what I had to, to keep us all alive. Three people in just two weeks is just a little extreme. I'd rather not have to watch everyone around me die, thank you very much." Almost there.

"Murder doesn't stop people from dying, if anything it does the opposite." I clench my jaw for a moment. "If your tired of watching everyone die, try not killing people."

Something inside me snaps at his words. Murder. Killing.

"Look here Matthew, I highly advise that you not even fucking go into that relm, because you aren't any better. I've dug up your files. You've killed a hell of a lot more people than me, and that's only the ones you got caught for. You've done much worse than what I've even fucking came close to. So go ahead and fucking try me, bitch. I am not the person to be messing with." Bitch level max.

"Watch your god damned mouth!" He yells.

"LOOK WHO'S TALKING!!!" I yell back louder. He steps back and look my over carefully. "It's stupid, you thinking that I'd even consider the possibly of authority. Really it is, Matthew. Maybe I have been injured a lot, but I'm still alive." I walk to the door before turning around. "Devonté, if anything comes up that concerns the supernatural- call me." With that I turn and exit the house. Jake already outside. He must've left during all the yelling. "Come on, we're leaving." I state.

"Who's driving?" He asks.

"It'd be safer if you did, unless you want me to blow the car up." I smirk. He run his hand through my hair and slightly smiles.

"Come on, let's go home." He gently kisses my forehead before I slide over the hood of the car and get in.

• • •

I pace in front of the window, flicking the hairtie on my wrist. I probably could've at least told more than one of the hunters what I was about to do- only to help myself heal. Jake is on the fence about it, and that's all the people that know- other than Emmett.

"Calm down." Someone says. I spin on my heals and face the direction of the voice.

"I'm calm, just very impatient." I state before looking out the window.

"Why are you impatient about your partial death?" Emmett scoffs.

"Yet she hates Bella because her lack of respect for mortality." Jacob rolls his eyes.

"I'm not even going to be dead. She wants to be dead so she can live forever. I'm doing it so I won't die- asshole." I state facing the three.

"It's a process that could kill you, so there's that." Devonté deadpans. I roll my eyes.

"Your point is?" I retort.

"Why have you been such a bitch lately?" He asks. I blow hot air through my nose.

"I don't know- why don't you go to hell and back- lose most of your family- kill your so called best friend- then get trapped in your subconscious mind with your psychotic doppelganger. I'm pretty damn sure you'd be a bitch too." I reply.

"That's sounds great, but I'll pass." He comments. I roll my eyes again.

"Jazmine, try not to get into another fight today, would you." Jake says. I raise an eyebrow at him.

"I can only try, chances are once I'm under, I'll have to deal with whatever happens in a subconscious state." I fake a smirk.