Rejected And Strong [ You're Not A Story. ]

Chapter 12

The Tears

Renessmee  POV

( Don't play the song until it says so in the story for the added affect. )

I arrived at Jack's home. When we both arrived, I didn't see anyone in this house. I assumed they're outside right now.

I was standing in his room while he was getting me some clothes to wear. Our clothes are soaking wet since earlier.

I stood while scanning the room. His room so neat and clean. I saw some movie posters sticked to the wall. He seems addicted to a movie. His bed looks so soft and comfortable. His matching sheets and covers. In front of his bed was a glass table with books presentable on it. He had a large dresser on the right side of the room. I did notice a picture frame sitting on top of the dresser though. I get closer to seeing the picture clearly. There was a woman sitting on the couch reading a book, when I noticed that she had a face somewhat similar to him.

"That's my mother." I was startled by Jack's voice that now standing at the door frame.

"Oh.. She looks so beautiful." I compliment looking back to it.

He chuckled "I know right? She's the most beautiful woman in my life. She died after gave me birth. And now its just me, my dad and my brother who lives in this house." he shrug but I could tell he is sad.

"Sorry, I shouldn't bring it up." I rubbed my arm feeling bad.

He ran his finger through his hair, messing with it. "That's fine. Anyway I'm already used to it. Nothing to worry about." He smiled walking towards me "Here, I brought you my mother's clothes because only my mom was the woman who lived here. I've been looking clothes that I think fits your size." he handed me the clothes.

"Yeah thank you." I took the shirt from his hand. Giving him a thankful smile.

"Oh right, and I've also called our family doctor to patch you up." He said and I nodded my head. "I think I need to go shower right now. I'll be right back, make yourself at home." He notified before heading downstair.

I went into the closet to change. I don't take a shower because I still have an injured on my head. I carefully took off the wet clothes and begin to change. Surprisingly, the clothes fits me perfectly that I'm grateful for. After that, I exit the room and took a seat on his comfy bed and leaned my body on the hard wall.

Not for some time, the doctor he had mentioned showed up. Jack came to the room already wearing clean clothes, to make sure everything was going as well as doctor patched me up. From what I could feel the doctor is human, I don't mind though cause it still the same werewolf or not he could help me healing. It would have been painful getting all the stitches but he gave me numbing medicine. There was little talk between us but nothing important. His manner of speaking was very kind and polite. He didn't bother asking how I received the cuts, which I was grateful for. I got bandages twined around my forehead. Everything went well and the doctor told me to get some rest. He gave me a bottle of painkillers before heading out with Jack following behind. The numbing medicine made me tired so I eventually fell asleep, cuddled against Jack's covers.