Help Me Out

heyyy. me again. this is a quick story i did awhile back. jake's the bad guy. (:

ALL HUMAN.

DISCLAIMER: not stephenie (:

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Chapter One

ALL HUMAN

"Where were you?"

God. The same question. Every single time I simply walk through the front door of our one-bedroom apartment, I get asked the same question. No matter how many times I told him the answer. Same, every single time.

"Jake," I said quietly, dropping my heavy bag on the ground. "I was at study group. Like always."

He gave me a look, as if I had done something wrong. I shouldn't have said 'like always'. Oh, god.

"Don't talk back to me," he said, his face too close to mine.

"Sorry."

"Now," he gave a few inches. "study group? Really? Every night this week, Bella, you've been at 'study group'," he made air quotations around the statement. I simply nodded.

"What the hell do you people do there?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. I sighed.

"Study? Finals are soon. We all wanna get out of school," and out of here. I couldn't just up and leave; no, I would've done that a long time ago. Jacob has threatened almost everything possible if I left.

I'm pretty much stuck.

"Why so fast to get out of school? Plan to run away with someone?" he got angrier, pushing his face closer to me.

"No! School is lame," I said, trying to lift the tension in the air. He shrugged and laughed one hard laugh.

"I wouldn't know. I don't go."

Ahh, yes. I support this...'family'. I go to school. I work at the local bookstore whenever I possibly can. I work my ass off for him. What do I get in return?

You don't want to know.

It seemed like the subject had been covered, so I began walking to the bathroom. I made it halfway there until he was infront of me again.

"Wait, wait, wait. Who is in this 'study group'?" he stared into my eyes. Not that 'i love you' kinda stare, no, no, no. It's his...death stare.

In pretty much every sense of the word.

"Me, Angela, Mike, Ben, and Jessica," I said quietly. I knew the two male figures in the sentence would bother him.

"Ooooh. Mike and Ben? Hm." he started pacing infront of me. I sighed.

"Jake! Mike is with Jessica again, and Ben is still with Angela," I said. He stared at me. Silence. Silence.

God. I hated his silence. Hated it. When he was talking, yelling, screaming, etc., I could tell by the tone of his voice how the rest of the 'conversation' would go. I could tell if he was just going to tell me to shut up and leave, or if he was going to fix matters with his own hands. But with the silence, I had no idea what would happen. He could just leave me alone, or strike out.

One happens more than the other.

I counted. Fifty-six, fifty-seven. I listened to his breathing. Fast. Fast. Slow. Slow. Slower...calm.

I mentally breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe I could be okay tonight.

"Well," he took a deep breath. "Whatever. Go take a shower. Be in the bedroom in twenty minutes." he began walking away.