I explain everything to Jackson as best I can, the fact that I'm crying it's sorta hard. I can't believe the fact that Nate tried to hurt me. I know that he was angry and didn't mean it but I've seen him this mad and he would never do anything to anyone. I'm now terrified to go near him, or even to be in the same house as him. He doesn't even know my past.
FLASHBACK----
"RILEY GET THE HELL DOWN HERE!!" The voice. The one that we all hid from. Blake wasn't home so I couldn't go to him. I walked downstairs and held back the tears. If I cried I would have gotten it worse. I was only 11. I went towards my father. I knew it was going to be bad. The smell of alcohol flowed through the house and burned my nose.
"Your the reason your mother died you know that you stupid skank." He slapped me across the face. It's not the first time. He started 2 years after my mom died.
"IF YOU DIDNT SCREW AROUND WITH HER ALARM CLOCK SHE WOULD STILL BE ALIVE." He was right about this it is my fault she died. If I didn't play with her alarm clock she never would have been so tired that she never would have ran a red light then get slammed into by an 18-wheeler. This time he threw is wine bottle at me. Glass was everywhere and so was my blood. I learned from past experiences not to run away. I stood there praying that Blake would come home already. After 30 minuets of being beat, I go to Blake's room in his closet. He has a special door in there that my father doesn't know about. It's like an attic. Anyways Blake and I always go in there after beatings and just be with each other. I guess about an hour later, I hear the window open in Blake's room. He comes in and holds me close to him.
End of flash back--------
There's now a wet spot on Jackson's shirt from where I was crying. He confuses me a lot one minuet he's tough guy who doesn't really care , and the next he's like a giant teddy bear. Either way you gotta love him. He knows more then anyone else. Blake and I used to stay at his house when dad was out drinking. I wince as Jackson gives me a tight hug.
"I'm gonna get something to drink you want anything?" He soothing says stroking my hair. I shake my head no.
"Jackson can I go in your room? I really don't want to pick the glass up right now."
"Sure sweetheart." I kiss him on the cheek as he turns and hugs me.
" Oh and Jackson ? Can you please keep Nathan away from me?"
"Okay." He kisses me on my head and sends me off to his room. I put one of his big shirts on and look at the photos and posters hanging on the wall. Just as I was about to go jump into bed, one picture caught my eye. I grabbed it and went into his bed. I lay under the covers and stare at the picture. It was the day of the wedding. My parents divorced before they had my brother but a few years after me they got back together. I remember that day clearly. I can feel the stinging of new tears in my eyes. I hold the picture close to me. I think about the way she use to hold me close to her when I was scared. The way she was never angry. Her smile. I think about the times when her Blake and I used to play dress up. I think about everything before the accident. I start drifting off thinking about the memories of her and how I can never get her back.
1 hour later -----
I wake up to hear soft knocking on the door. I decide to just stay in bed and ignore it thinking it was Jackson.
I kept my eyes closed.
"Riley? Are you awake." I hear Nate's broken voice. It sounded like he was crying a lot. He sat down next to me. I flip over so I'm not facing him. He lays a hand on my shoulder lightly and i flinch away from him.
"Riley you KNOW how sorry I am. Yes I know I hurt you. And I'm sorry I threw the bottle at you! Please Riley talk to me. I'm begging you." He moves closer to me.
"If you cared about me you never would have thrown the bottle or lied to me about my brother, or take me away from Rose." I don't turn to look at him.
"Just leave her alone Nate." Jackson calmly says entering the room.
"Riley please you know how sorry I am." As he says this I get up and walk quickly upstairs. I go into Blake's room and lock the door behind me. Shockingly I don't hear the nocking just yet. I walk around Blake's room. I hope he comes home. Out of no where my phone rings.
"Heller?"
"Hey Ri how's your arm?"
"It's doing a lot better Rose. And Blake isn't here. They lied to me just to get me back. Then Nate and I started yelling at each other, he threw a bottle, but now I'm good."
The line disconnects. I try to call Blake.
"Hey this is Blake le-" I hang up. I lay down on his bed. About 10 minuets later I hear yelling downstairs. Rose came over. That was probably the reason she hung up. I think about Blake. I need him back here. As soon as I find him I'm gonna kill the first son of a bitch I see then I'm gonna take his weapon and kill the next son of a bitch. My thoughts were interrupted by the window being opened. I quickly turn to have a hand from behind me over my mouth. I try to scream.
"Riley!" He whispers. I keep thrashing around.
"Riley I'm not gonna hurt you stop!" He puts his gun to my leg. I stop immediately.
"You need to come with me and please be quiet." He walks me over to the window. He goes first down the ladder then I go. As soon as I get on the ground I look at his gun.
"You." I look at him.
"What?"
"Your the bastard that shot me." I back away.
"Yes and I'm sorry just please you need to come with me." He pleads.
"No I'm staying right here." I say walking toward the ladder.
"You forced this on your self." He says getting closer to me.
"I forced wh-" I was cut short as my mind and vision were consumed by darkness.
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~Kristen
