Chapter 10 (James's POV)
I felt the hard ground meet my back and I hissed in pain when I heard something crack a little. My eyes were covered- most likely some type of cloth. I moved my hands around and they came lose from the poor knot tied around them. I brought my hands up to my face and removed the eye cover. I looked around and found myself in the middle of the woods. I spotted a flow of blonde hair and narrowed my eyes. Sabrina stood a few feet away, covering her face with her hands. The knife lay on the leaves far away.
"What's going on?" I muttered and she brought her head up. My eyes widened and I started to back away but it was no use. She wasn't doing anything. Her face was horrible, though. Her black mascara was running down her cheeks and her red lipstick was smeared across her chin. She looked as though she was losing her sanity. It wouldn't suprise me, though.
"Stay right where you are, James, or I will have to hurt you." She hissed and I had a flash back from when I was six. My eyes grew foggy and the events started playing back in my mind as she stared at me, confused.
"Jamey!! I don't wanna hurt you, but I have to. He's forcing me!!" Sabrina cried and I shook my head, holding her closely. I rubbed her back and stepped away, letting her do what her brother told her to. She took the sharp stick and stabbed it into my arm. I swallowed deep and her brother laughed.
"Again, Sabrina." He glared at me and pushed Sabrina's back a little, muttering in her ear, "Do it or he get's thrown in the woods." He hissed and stepped back. This time, Sabrina turned and stabbed her oldest brother in the crotch with the sharp stick. He growled and jumped for her but I had already grabbed her and dragged her into my house. Her brother stayed away.
"Sabrina." I whispered, "Bri, what's going on? What are you doing?" I whispered softly, in hopes that she would come to her senses. She whimpered then picked up the knife. I took nice, slow, deep breaths as she stepped closer.
"You're taking Jared away from me. Why do you hate me so much?" Her bottom lip trembled and more flashbacks came to my mind, but I shoved them away, wanting to figure out why she thought that. Sure, I was jealous of her and wished that she would go away and love someone else, but I didn't flat out hate her.
"Remember..When we were eight and those big kids, my other brother's friends, were picking on me? How you just stood there and watched, but you never helped me? How you just stood there as they pushed me! They pushed me down the wall! They fractured three of my ribs and gave me a black eye! I was eight, James! Eight! They were all fourteen or fifteen! I couldn't defend myself, but you didn't even try to help! They almost killed me, James!" She cried out in pain and anger. I swallowed again and recalled the day.
"You didn't do anything! You were my best friend and you left me there! If it wasn't for that stupid stray hound you picked up off the street, I would have been dead! Just like your father, James! Dead." She shivered and glared at me. "How could you?" She growled and stabbed my lower leg with the knife, pulling it out all bloody. I cried out in anguish and gripped my wound.
"It wasn't my choice! They were going to kill me if I helped you!" I yelled back. Her eyes filled with confusion, then exhaustion, then finally pure hurt and anger.
"When did they say that?" She whispered, shaking from the pain and hurt. I clenched my jaw and reached out to her. She flinched and backed away. I closed my eyes, then reopened them, unable to explain the words her brother said to me. To never stick up for her.
"I trusted you! You were the only one that was ever there for me and you let me down, too!" She cried out, again, and I had to stop myself from crying like a baby. I looked at my wound and saw that it was starting to scab over. It wasn't all that deep.
"I didn't want to let you down! Your brothers! They were crazy!" I yelled back and she chucked the knife at me. It hit me in the elbow and I screamed. She laughed, then cried some more. I reached up a shaky hand and pulled the blade out. She yanked it out of my hand. I sighed.
"They were the only ones that loved me." She glared and fell to the floor, weeping. I wanted to reach out and bring her to me- to comfort her, but I supresed the urge. She sat there and cried for what felt like hours.
I heard a crunching noise and Sabrina had thrown herself upon me and kissed me. I sat, frozen, shocked, and bleeding. She shoved her tongue into my mouth and I almost gagged. It wasn't that she was a bad kisser but she was a....Well, a she.
"What. The. Hell!?" I heard Jared's voice ring loud and shocked all the way across the clearing. I shoved Sabrina off of me and she landed on her butt with a muffled thud. She looked embarrassed at first, then tried to throw herself into Jared's arms, but he pushed her away.
"What is going on here?" He growled and I stared at him, unable to speak. He looked so worried and sweaty (probably from runnning) and it made my mouth water. He was so sexy. I started to stand, but winced from putting weight on my stabbed arm. Jared came closer and saw the blood on my shoulder. He, also, saw the knife in my hand. Sabrina must of put it there when she kissed me.
"You stabbed yourself? And Sabrina?" He narrowed his eyes at me when he saw the blood on Sabrina's hip. I opened my mouth to explain, but he cut me off. "I can't believe you, two. Just leave me alone now. You had me worried sick, James! And it was because you left me without telling me and you were out here, fooling around! I thought you were gay! And you're kissing a girl? What the hell is that about? I don't even know you anymore!" He yelled at me and turned, walking away. I stood up and braced myself.
"I am gay! I like guys! Not just guys in general but one guy! Matter of fact, I am in love with this guy. I'm in love with you, Jared!" I yelled and insantly regretted it. He turned back, red faced and shocked. He walked over to me, lifted up my chin and-
Slapped me. Just slapped me across the face. "Don't lie to me, too." He hissed and stormed away. Sabrina ran into the forest and disapeared, deep within, while I just stood there, confused. I replayed the last minute confession in my head and fell to the ground. Crying. "I really do love you, Jared." I whispered and let my head fall, weeping.
Okay, it's kind of short, but a little more interesting, right? I hope you guys enjoyed it and I might upload soon. I already have the next chapter planned out but I don't wanna upload it because you might not read this one then have to go back...Anyways.. Hope you liked it! Thanks for reading my story. <3 Love. xD
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