The Bad Boy's Sister

Chapter 20 - You're Right, I Do Hate You

It's funny how one moment you would all but kill yourself to hear someone's voice, but the next moment you would all but kill that someone just to get them to shut up.

I am now chained to a pillar after a very rough struggle into the house. My arms and legs must have bruises up and down them and I have a couple of cuts and scrapes up and down my arms and legs. Cody hasn't decided what to do with me, so while he contemplates how to make my life more miserable, they have put none other than Jacob Young as my watch guard. It's as if he knows exactly what's going to kill me.

“Can I get something for you?” he asks after staring at me for a long time. We haven't said a word since they sent him here; he's too busy staring and I'm still sobbing, though my tear supply is achingly dry. I peek up at him and bite my lip, taking in a shallow breath What I wouldn't give at this point to nail him with a can of pepper spray.

“Go away,” I manage to choke out while his eyes drill into me. It makes me mad that he's even trying to talk to me.

“I'm kind of obligated to be here,” he sighs. “Look, I'm sorry about everything.”

“Don't you dare lie to me,” I sniffle. “You are the reason I'm here.”

“Do you think I asked for Cody to kill Jace? If so, you're dead wrong. I would never do that to you,” he says, coming closer.

“Stay away,” I hiss.

“Samantha, seriously, let me help you,” he pleads. “Your knees are a bloody mess.”

“I don't need your help,” I scowl. “Let them bleed until my body runs dry. There's nothing else to live for.”

“Don't you dare say that,” he gasps, looking very hurt.

“I just did. Stick it up your nose,” I snap at him. He looks like he's going to cry and backs off slightly. I had no idea he was so sensitive.

“I'm sorry,” he says sadly. He gets up and goes to the counter across the room. My body relaxes as soon as he's gone and I bury my face into the palms of my hands, feeling the cold metal of the chains against my arms.

To my astonishment, I feel a cold rag against my leg and I jump in surprise. I look up and see Jake with a rag, wiping up the blood.

“I said get away,” I whine, pushing him away as best as I can.

“I can't listen,” he says. “I'm not going to let the girl I love die.”

My heart leaps in my chest and I silently curse it. I am not going to do this again. He will no longer be a part of my life.

“Don't you think that's my choice?” I growl, kicking him in the knee. He winces, but keeps wiping up the wound. I feel a little less angry as I watch him carefully clean it up.

“Maybe, but if you go, then I have to also,” he says, moving to my other knee, “and I'm not ready to die just yet.”

I feel my pulse skip a couple of beats and I feel invisible tears pricking at me eyes. My emotions are so messed up right now.

“Why,” I say more than I ask.

“Because you gave me reason to live,” he says while focusing on his work. “You may hate me for all I've done, but I will never stop loving you.”

“You're right, I do hate you,” I say, instantly feeling like a jerk after I say it.

“Can I please ask why?” Jake wonders, setting the rag aside. He looks very upset and he starts applying ointment to the wounds while I think of what to say.