Trouble (Jacob Whitesides Fanfiction)

Chapter 17: Consequences.

A/n

Okay I know this chapter is horrible but I needed to update!

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macee

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Emily's P.O.V.

"Oh my fucking god." I mumble as I roll over onto my back. My bare skin clings onto the cold surface I'm on. I stare at the ceiling light above me.

"You're okay." I hear a distant voice.

My eyes fail me at the light burns into them.

I slowly glance to side. My eyes adjust to the dark room. I roll back onto my side.

"Look at me." The voice echoes in my hear. I glance up to its owner.

Jacob.

"It's okay." He says. He gently runs his hand over my steaming hot forehead.

"Do you what a drink of water?" His face is lighten by the bright light above me. I open my mouth to speak. "Yes." My raspy voice replies.

His cold hand left my warm forehead. I close my eyelids and drift back to sleep.

"Emily." Jacob's hand is placed on my shoulder. I peel my eye lids open. I lean forward, sitting on the hard surface. My back aches as I look around the room.

"How do you feel?" Jacob asks as he hands me the drink. I reach my hand out for it grasping it.

"Like shit." I mumble. I bring the cup to my lips, letting the water slide down my throat.

"You've been out for two days." Jacob says. I situate myself on the table. His dark eyes burn into me.

"Oh."

"I thought you wouldn't wake up." His eyes darken, he looks away from me, refusing to show emotion.

I place the cup down next to me, spotting the stitches covering my hands. I run my fingers over the stitches.

"42." Jacob mumbles. "42 stitches."

I don't reply. I look around the room. A man walks in. His bright blue eyes stare at Jacob.

"Oh, uh, Jacob. We need you." He says urgently. He switches his stare to me.

"Not now." Jacob walks away from the table. He walks towards the boy.

"It's urgent." He replies, stress covers his voice.

"This isn't a good time." Jacob's whispers, trying to hide their conversation.

"They are here." The bright eyed boy replies. A loud gunshot echoes from outside.

A man's scream fills our ears. Another gunshot sounds.

"We will be right back." Jacob looks at me. "Just.. Just stay here." He says as he follows the boy into the hallway. The large door closes.

I sit dumbfounded on the table. So just leave me in a room, on a table. Alright then Jacob.

I squeeze my hand slowly. I glance down at my clothes, my white shirt stained red, with my blood.

"This hurts like a motherfuc-" Yelling from outside interrupts me.

I slide off the table, my head spins. I look over at the desk, seeing a sweatshirt. I wobble over to it, yes, I wobbled. What? I'm sorry my legs are still asleep.

I peel off my shirt, laying it on the table. The drift in the room cringes to my skin.

I quickly take off my blood soaked bra. I sling the large sweatshirt over my body. I walk over to the couch in the corner of the room.

I plop down on it, holding my hand to my chest.

I close my eyes as I lean back against the soft fabric.

I feel myself becoming numb as I drift to sleep.

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"IN HERE!" The door flies open. I nearly fall off the couch. My eyesight is blurry as three men rush into the room.

They slam the door behind them. They hold their weapons at their side as they lean against the wall.

"Okay, where the fuck is Jeffery? Did you leave him behind?" The tall one asks the other two.

I stare at them wide eyed as they don't notice my presence.

"He was right behind us!" One of them say.

"Why are we doing this again?" The smallest of the group asks, taking deep breathes.

"Because they fucking killed Mark." The tall one runs his hand through this hair as he analyses the room.

His eyes meet mine. He lays his gun on the table as he walks over to me. I sink into the couch.

"Look what we got here, boys." He seethes.

The two boys walk over, hovering over my small body.

"What are you? The monkeys' pet?" He says as he kneels in front of me. I choke on my words. Nothing comes out as I try to speak.

One of them grabs my arm, yanking me up. Yelling comes from the hallway. One of the boys runs over to the large door, locking it.

Gunshots and yelling continuously come from outside.

"What happened to your hand?" The tall one asks, holding it. I yank it back towards my body. I'm sure they can see the fear in my eyes.

He nods for the two boys to go stand at the door. They leave the two of us in the corner.

My legs shake under me. "Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot to introduce myself," the tall boy steps back.

"I'm Shawn, and what is your name?" He flashes a clearly fake smile. I look around him, the door is about ten feet away. I don't respond. His chocolate brown eyes look me up and down.

"How about this," Shawn says taking a step closer to me, pinning me against the wall, "you tell me what kind of game these boys are playing, or.." He runs his hand down my cheek.

"There will be consequences."