Change My Mind (Jacob Black)

Chapter 10

KATIE'S P.O.V

I watch as Jacob stands. He winces, and I wince as well. Him being in pain makes me feel horrible, but I don't do anything. Part of me wants him to feel the pain I did, but part of me just wants to run forward, hug him, and rest in his presence. I cross my arms and glare at him. "Katie..." but I don't let him finish. "No. Jacob. No. You hurt me. Really bad. After you promised you would be there for me. I've had enough pain in my life. I don't need any more people to hurt me, so if you're going to be one then you can leave." I say, my voice breaking a little. I notice that he is already starting to heal, and his split lip and black eye is fading. I can't help but put my hands behind my back and speed up his healing with my hands. He seems to realise, but doesn't say anything. "Katie, I'm so sorry. You don't understand how bad I feel. In fact, I feel so bad that I would even leave if you wanted me to. I never wanted to hurt you, and hurting you makes me die on the inside. I was just so caught up that Bella had forgotten her bloodsucker. You know that I used to- well- you know. But I don't feel that way any more. I love you, not her. I'm so so so so SO sorry." he says, his voice breaking and tears streaming down his face. I feel something wet. I'm crying as well. I don't want to forgive him, I can't, but I love him to much not too. I burst into a sob and run into his arms. He pulls me close and buries his nose in my hair, and I inhale his amazing scent. The scent I missed so much. Even though it's only been a day. Ha. Guess I am a dramatic bitch. I pull back just enough to put my lips on his. He pulls me closer and deepens the kiss. I kiss him back passionately, wanting more. He seems to feel the same way, because the kiss is deep. It seems urgent, but also slow and sweet. We finally pull away, breathing in the cold night air. 

I snuggle up to Jacob in my room. Thank God Paul decided to stay with Sam and the pack tonight, because I have the whole house to myself and Paul won't kill Jacob. He puts an arms around my wait and pulls me in. I bury my nose in his chest and fall asleep.

--DREAM--

"No one will ever love you, you worthless piece of crap." I wince at  my father's words. He walks up to me. Fight back, Katie. Fight back. But I can't. He laughs and slaps me across the face. I fall backward, expecting the hard wooden stairs. Instead I am still falling. I open my eyes and see that I am falling off the cliff. I scream, and someone catches me. I look up. Jacob. He smiles at me. Thank God he's here. Suddenly, he drops me to the ground. Ow. I see what he dropped me for. He is standing in front of Bella with his hands on her hips. "I love you." They say to each other, kissing. "Jacob!" I call out. He looks at me. "No one loves you, Katie. Everything would be better off if you were dead." he says. I gasp. He holds a gun up to my forehead, the cold metal pushing into my skin. "Bye." 

BANG! I bolt upright and scream. I feel the bed. Where is Jacob? Did he actually leave me? Jacob bursts into my room with a bag of ice. "Katie? Are you okay?" He asks. I nod and gulp. "Why do you have ice?" I ask. He smiles. "You were burning up, so I got some ice for you. Did you have a bad dream?" he asks. I nod. "Wanna tell me?" He asks. I nod again. I begin to tell him the dream, his eyes narrowing more and more. He stands up as I'm about to get to the part about him shooting me. "And then- and then you shot me." I gulp. He turns the light on and looks at me for the first time. He makes eye contact with me and then begins to shake. "Katie- Katie where did you get shot?" He asks, trembling. What kinda question is that? "Um. My forehead?" I say. He throws the ice down and runs out the room. What the hell? I feel a slight pain in my head. Ouch. I run to the bathroom to wash my face. I dry my face, and for the first time I see my face. I scream. I see a small circle on my forehead. A small red indent. A indent that was caused by a gun barrel. I gasp. What the hell? I shake my head as if I'm shaking off the thoughts. Oh well. Time to visit Carlisle.