Last Shot (Jacob Black) [3] COMPLETE

13. Break Free

~Jazmine~

I catch a glance of my twin and my mind flashes back to the request of one of my most trusted huntresses, never trust Katherina, she knew something. She knew something that I didn't catch onto, because I was caught up in the moment of my twin being alive, because I let my guard down. If I don't play my cards right, if I don't keep my guard 110%, this will all fall apart. Everything will fall apart. I place my hand on the door when a hand latches onto my shoulder. I use my free arm to elbow her in the gut as hard as I can, using whatever supernatural strength I have left as a boost. She drops her arm and holds her gut. I spin around and swipe her legs out from under her. She crashes to the ground in a heap and I pick her up and pin her to the wall.

"Where are they Katherina?" I growl.

"If you kill me, you'll never know." She says.

"Who said anything about killing?" I smirk. "Devonté! Danielle! Lydia!" I call over my shoulder. They come running and stand in awe behind me. "Take Katherina to the room and make her comfortable, give her anything she asks for." I order and the three step forward before dragging her down to the basement- where interrogations are held. Only interrogation is done differently in the world of the hunter.

"What's going on?" Matthew asks.

"Nothing that you need to concern yourself with. It's being taken care of." I reply before grabbing the handle again, this time actually getting to leave. I jog off toward the ravine, watching everything, staying on high alert. I get to the ravine and sit down at the base of a tree, waiting for Jake to appear. I twirl my dagger in my hand watching the path to the Cullen's. This would be the one time we could actually stop worrying, at least try to be normal. Be teenagers for once, I haven't had that luxury in years, neither has Jake, it'd be a nice break. I hear a twig snap from behind me and instinctively throw the dagger. Jake catches the handle and raises an eyebrow. "What the hell!?! I could've killed you!" I nearly shout.

"Surprise." He deadpans. "You know, to think you'd've picked up on something approaching you before I snapped the twig."

"My guard was down." I mutter.

"That's a first." He scoffs.

"And will also be a last." I state. "And why the hell did you try to sneak up on me!?!" I outburst again.

"Just testing you." He smirks.

"I hate you sometimes, you know that right?" I say as we start walking, our hands intertwined.

"Yeah, I know." He nods.

"This is one of those times." I add.

"Yeah, I know." He repeats.

"You do realize if you keep saying that I'm going to hit you."

"Yeah, I know." He smirks. I swat his shoulder playfully. "That's abuse."

"No," I pause menacely. "But this is!" I jump up and wrap my arms around his neck, putting him on a head lock. My legs hold me up at his sides. He places one hand on the arm at his neck and the other at my thigh.

"If that's how you want be, so be it." In one swift move, my back is against a tree, my own arms being used against me.

"Really now?" I smirk. I throw my legs up and wrap them around one of his arms.

"That's not gonna work sweetheart." He says before moving, and laying me across his shoulders. I break free and walk beside him.

"Come on, let's go home, while we can." I say. He nods and we walk to the house, hand in hand.

∅∅∅

I light the joint in between my middle and index finger and inhale. I hold it for a few seconds before releasing it in a cloud of smoke. I hit it a few more times until everything changes and I feel at ease for the first time in almost two years. The joint slowly disappears and I run a hand through my hair, staring at the ceiling.

"Jazmine, are you okay?" Devonté asks.

"Oh yeah, I'm great." I reply.

"Are you high?" He whispers.

"Who me? Psht. Never. Uh uhn. No sir, not me."

"Jazmine, why?"

"Because I don't do that shit."

"How much did you have?"

"Only one."

"Jazmine, why?"

"Because I feel spectacu-lacu-lacular." I slur rolling onto my stomach. "And it's fucking amazing."

"Jazmine Brooke, this is ridiculous, you are almost eighteen, act like it."

"You sir, are not the father of which is me. So fuck off."

"Jaz-"

"Shhhhh- nobody wants you wasting perfectly good air with your words."

"Jazmine-"

"Shhhhhhhhh- enjoy the silence."

"That's it, I'm calling Jacob."