ALLIES AND LIABILITIES #12
Allies and Liability Chapter #12
#12
I told Jacob to leave when he dropped me off in the driveway, remembering my basement was loaded with guns. He was a bit hesitant to leave, but I reassured him I’d see him again soon. When I entered the house, I didn’t call out and say I was here. The house was cleaned up. I walked quietly up to my room. It was cold in there, and now it felt more like prison cell than a room. I shivered and sat under the window. My window remained open as always. Rain began to fall through the air, and I could hear it hit the house and the ground.
“Abby is outside at the river” Mark’s voice came from behind me, I turned to face him. His features were cold and bitter, something I’ve never seen on him, “she’s waiting for you” he added and left. I looked at the floor, feeling the hatred all over. Hatred towards me. I climbed down the ladder and jumped off half way down. The rain hammered my head and shoulders as I ran to the river about two miles out in the wood.
* * * *
I could hear the water of the river rushing over rocks as it flowed down stream. I saw it; I stood at the water’s edge and looked around to find Abby. She wasn’t there, I stared at the water; my hands tight in fists. I sucked in a breath of air and exhaled jaggedly.
Suddenly there was a horribly strong blow to the back on my knees. I fell and my face dipped into the icy water. I felt a hand grab the hair on the back of my head, and my head was dunked deeper into the water. I struggled to break free, but the person grabbed my hands and held them behind my back. I could feel the water rising to my shoulders. My breath began to escape my lungs quickly, and soon enough, my lungs began to burn. And I gagged, swallowing large amounts of water. Then I was jerked up. My face still inches away from the water. I gasped, desperately filling my lungs with air. I coughed and wheezed until I heard a voice I’ve learned to hate. Without a doubt I knew she knew about everything. But I also knew there was nothing she could throw at me to hurt or kill me. Wither I was the one to do it; she will be the first to go.
“I hope you’re happy, you made a bigger disgrace out of yourself…” Abby’s snake-like voice was shrill; I could tell there was a lot on her mind right now.
“I am happy” I replied bitterly, it was true, I could feel her cold hand tighten in my hair and I winced, then she shoved my head under the water again, I barely had enough time to gather the air I needed.
The bitter water stung my skin and I felt my nerves numbing a little, I held in what ever breath I might have and exhaled just a little every short moment. I tried to calm my racing heart but my efforts were fruitless and too soon I ran out of air and I began to gag and choke on the water. I opened my eyes, my vision was slowly being taken over by black, it came in from all the sides, and I could feel my consciousness slowly slipping away. Then once again I was tugged from the water and I met the air again, gratefully, but desperately trying to breathe while I wheezed and coughed out the water. My throat burned and my head throbbed.
“I accepted a job offer at my old military academy, you and I are leaving in two weeks, you start school in September” she hissed into my ear, I could feel her breath on the side on my face. I wanted to reply but my voice was hardly recognizable between my desperate gasps. My teeth clenched and my jaw flexed. I tried to shake my head but her grasp in my hair wouldn’t let me move.
“No…not-leaving” I protested as best as possible, she chuckled quietly.
“Be grateful, you’re lucky I’m giving you a chance to stay with us. We’re leaving just so you can forget him, that’s all. You can live normally, I’m giving you that chance, and you don’t have to die” she whispered, it disgusted me how she thought this was living normally. I would have forced her off of me by now, but I couldn’t find the anger, there was only incomprehension and one other emotion I couldn’t explain.
“I’m not going-to-die” I said shakily, I felt her nod her head.
“Exactly, shall we start packing?” she offered, she seemed pleased to think I was agreeing with her for once. My face was a foot away from the water.
“I’m not staying with you, you can’t make me” I retorted, my breath coming back now, her grip tightened in my hair.
“Oh yes I can” she replied foully, I wrinkled my nose in disgust.
“There’s nothing you can take away from me” I said, “I have nothing” I added
“I’m offering life, Natasha, your life, you’re being spared” she explained, I was offended when she used my name. I snorted.
“But if I do kill you now…what will your mutt do; knowing that if he never left you…you’d be alive. He’ll probably come to find me, thoughtlessly by himself. He shouldn’t be too hard to kill…and if I don’t get the job done, he might kill himself…either way you lose” she laughed quietly, I scowled.
“No, no, no!” I protested, “Jacob won’t, he’s not stupid” I argued, and I could feel her disgust while I defended him.
“Really? That’s what happened last time…With dear, dear Carol” her voice broke when she spoke the name, Abby had always had strong emotion for Carol, she loved Fabala and Carol the most, by far, “That beast was almost dead, but his buddy came just in time to save him…pity I was having a good time. You know I’m still looking out for that opportunity to kill him” she continued, I tried to shake my head. No…no, no, Jacob wouldn’t do that…would he?
“He won’t, he knows better than that. I’m not leaving, I’ll die before I go with you” I fought back, But I didn’t want to die…death was the last thing I wanted. I couldn’t help but feel stupid. I tried to figure out an excuse to believe Jacob wasn’t that naïve.
“Your wish might come true…” she exclaimed in an angry shriek, I breathe deeply; “I can make it happen you know…death is simple to commit” she threatened bitterly. The skin on my head burned and stung, but the crisp rain was soothing in a way.
“Bring it” I shouted aggressively, viscously welcoming the challenge. I heard her grunt sourly and she stuck my head back under the water’s surface. I wasn’t standing for anything from her. With my hands I struggled against hers’. I kicked my foot backwards with all my force. I hit the back of her knee, and I felt her fall into the river, she let my hand free but held onto my hair harder than ever. We both managed to stand upwards in the river. I kicked my leg up and caught her neck in the back on my knee. Then I shoved my leg down and I whipped her hand that clung to my hair. She let go and she got knocked into the water, I stepped down on her back to keep her still. I reached down into the dark water and grabbed her neck. I heaved her up and pressed her face up against the land. Her breath was steady as always, I turned her over and press my hand against her throat; she grabbed my hand and forced it off. I yelped when she twisted my wrists and kneed my stomach, knocking the breath out of me again. She hurled me onto the land again; I laid face down on the muddy ground; wheezing and gasping. My jaw tensed and I lifted myself up with shaky arms. I saw Abby step in front of me and kick my arms so I fell to the ground again. I yelped from the sharp pain in my elbows when I tried to get up again. She grabbed my hair again and lifted my head up a couple feet. She knelt down next to me so our faces were inches apart and she forced me to stare into her eyes.
“I changed my mind” she stated in a quiet hollow voice, I gagged, “I’ll give you ‘till you graduate high school, then the hunt begins” she smiled darkly , “aren’t I nice, giving you a head start” she added. There was a moment when we just stared at each other, that minute stretched into what seemed to be an hour. I felt there was a secret, and I was so close to figuring it out. In that minute I couldn’t believe she was my mother…it didn’t make sense, we didn’t look the same…I didn’t look like Mark or Fabala, and I obviously didn’t look like Drew and Caleb, only my brother. I looked more like Lily and my aunt and uncle than anyone. And where was that motherly love? Why didn’t we love each other like family should? She just couldn’t be my mother, I wasn’t her daughter, it was just one of those feelings that you couldn’t deny. “Start packing, we leave in two weeks” she informed again; I grimaced and spat in her face. I could have sworn I saw red flash in her eyes with the rage. She jerked me to my feet by my hair and freed me. I stood with shaky legs.
“You’ve just made the rest of your life a living hell” she snarled aggressively, I shook my head slowly.
“You can try” I shot back, her nostrils flared and she stepped forward to me and her hand lashed me across the cheek like a whip. I yelped and I fell backwards into a tree and then into the mud. Searing pain ripped through my cheek, I couldn’t flex my jaw because it stung too much. I gasped and felt my cheek. My cheek was covered in thick hot liquid and when I pulled my hand away it was coated in a shiny deep red blood. This couldn’t be from her hand. Abby stood over me and dropped a small flashing object in front of me and then she was gone and I could hear her footsteps disappear in the distance. I picked up the object. It was also covered with blood. A knife. I tightened my grip around the handle and stabbed it into the tree trunk next to me, it stuck and I left it there. The heavy rain drilled into my cut cheek, making the pain even worse. I rolled onto my stomach and started the long walk back. My mind on how I was going to tell Jacob, and what he would do to stop it. It made me want to collapse and just get lost. So lost that I’ll never be found and the world would forget I existed.
* * * *
When I reached the house again I climbed into my room and lay on the floor for a good five minutes before I left to take a shower and change out of my muddy cloths.
By the time I was clean, my cheek was healed. A normal person would have needed stitches. All the haunting thoughts about Jacob were joined with the question of my real mother. Was she really my mother? I wasn’t sure how to answer. But I knew how to get the answer, either from one of the Cullens, Fabala, or one of the pack members. Any one of them would have seen or heard about something like this coming into play.
I quietly stepped down to the main floor and into the kitchen. Drew was there, taking an apple out from the fridge. He turned to face me; he glowered at me with utter dislike.
“What” I snapped, he scowled.
“Why are you still here…? I thought she killed you” he muttered, I grimaced.
“You thought wrong” I said, “where is Abby anyway?” I asked
“With Alice” he replied bitterly, “don’t you have somewhere else to be? Maybe, fleeing the country or something, we’re supposed to be on guard to kill you if we saw you” he explained, I rolled my eyes.
“Look Drew…” I began, he yawned ostentatiously
“Save your breath, you might need it soon” he cut me off and shoved past me. I sighed and leaned against the counter. I breathed deeply, my hands grasping each other in my lap. I walked to the phone and dialed Jacob’s number, but hung up after the first ring. My head throbbed painfully. I sat up on the counter and tucked my knees to my chest. I wondered how Bella was doing, must be a hard time for her too. It’s been a though week all around.
There was a knock on the front door, and then another urgent one. I scrambled off the counter and ran to the door and pulled it open. I wasn’t expecting Jacob to be there. I jumped a little then he strangled me in his arms. I wiggled my arms free to push away.
“Why are you here?” I questioned
“I saw what happened at the river” he stated dryly and I looked away, my tears burning my eyes. I bit my lower lip and trembled. I leaned into him again. “I’m sorry” I whispered, he kissed the top of my head.
“Everything is alright; you’ll stay with me” he said, “are you okay though? Are you hurt?” he asked, and I looked up at him.
“I’m fine” I said in a low voice, he ran his thumb over the cheek that was cut. “Do you think I could get away with it?” I suddenly asked, referring to his offer. He smiled.
“Probably” he nodded, I smiled.
“When can I leave” I asked hopefully, feeling as if a huge weight had just been lifted off of my shoulders.
“Now”
“Wait, can I just talk to Lily first?” I asked slowly, thinking of my favorite baby cousin; my favorite relative by far.
“I want you away from here now” he said, he sounded slightly greedy and urgent. I put my hands on both sides of his neck and reached up to kiss him.
“So be it” I whispered, “meet me outside my window” I instructed and with one long kiss we broke apart.
I first sprinted to the basement and picked out one of my pistols and took a pack of bullets and ran them up to my room. I pulled out my old Nike duffel bag. I glanced over the window, sure enough Jacob was there looking up at me, I smiled at him and disappeared into my room again. I stuffed the majority of my cloths in it (the gun and bullets hidden at the bottom), then I managed to stuff in some of my paints, brushes, my drum sticks and finally my wallet. I slung the strap over my shoulder and proceeded to the window.
“Just drop it” Jacob called to me, trying to keep his voice low. I hesitantly dropped it over the side, but before I managed to climb over the side myself. Something wrapped around my neck and jerked me backwards onto the floor. I gave a loud yelp.
Drew knelt down on my back and shoved the end of the barrel of his gun to my head. The metal pushed my face flat against the floor. My heart almost stopped beating.
“Don’t speak” he muttered into my ear, I obeyed. I saw Mark creep over to the side of the window, with a gun of his own clutched in his hands. All I could think was no, no, no, Jacob.
“No, No. Stop it! NO!” I tried to shout but Drew covered my mouth with his hand and he made the gun pointed at my head more obvious. “Natasha…what happened?” Jacob’s voice came loud and urgent. I wanted nothing more than to yell at him to leave. There was an eerie silence then Jacob spoke again, and a tear leaked out from the corner of my eye.
“I’m coming up” he said, his tone more aggressive now. My heart pounded like a hammer and my stomach twisted and flipped. I began to hear his feet against the ladder. My chest throbbed. Finally I could see him; he didn’t bother to come in.
“Jacob! Get out!” I shrieked, Mark spun around into the open space in front of the window. Jacob ducked and there was a loud bang from the gun. I managed to spin onto my back and knee Drew in the groin, he rolled onto the floor. I crawled out and curled my arm around Marks neck; I put my leg behind him and pulled him back so he fell over on the ground. Jacob appeared in the window again and reached out and grabbed me, but something grasped my ankle and I was yanked back. I managed to steal Mark’s gun and throw it across the room. I turned again to leave, but Mark took hold of both of my elbows. I kicked my foot backwards into his stomach, he fell winded. I turned again but this time there was another loud bang and a horrid sharp pain in my thigh. I tumbled to the ground from the force. I yelped loudly. I didn’t dare look at my leg. I reached out for Jacob, and he caught me. There was another bang and sharp, horrible pain, only this time in my arm, I weakened and broke down. I heard a bang from the front door.
“What the hell is going on?” Abby’s shrill scream came, I weakened even more and something else took hold of my knees.
“Come on, you can get out” Jacob encouraged, I stopped.
“No, Jacob, you must leave” I ordered shakily
“I can’t leave you here”
“Yes, trust me, leave, please” I begged and pushed him away, Abby burst into my room and grabbed Mark’s gun on the floor. Her face was pink with anger when she saw Jacob. Jacob took my wrist, I turned quickly.
“Jacob, leave” I demanded, I kissed his cheek hastily. There was a loud bang and I pushed his head to the right, a bullet shot just over my left shoulder. “Love you, now leave” I demanded again, on the ground I noticed someone else running to the house. Jacob didn’t come alone, thank god.
“She’ll kill you” he said, I shook my head.
“She’ll kill you” I corrected then knocked over the ladder, his friend broke his fall and then they were gone.
A bony hand grabbed my shoulder and spun me around onto the floor. And I didn’t make and effort to get up; knowing talking back might make things worse than they already are.
#12
I told Jacob to leave when he dropped me off in the driveway, remembering my basement was loaded with guns. He was a bit hesitant to leave, but I reassured him I’d see him again soon. When I entered the house, I didn’t call out and say I was here. The house was cleaned up. I walked quietly up to my room. It was cold in there, and now it felt more like prison cell than a room. I shivered and sat under the window. My window remained open as always. Rain began to fall through the air, and I could hear it hit the house and the ground.
“Abby is outside at the river” Mark’s voice came from behind me, I turned to face him. His features were cold and bitter, something I’ve never seen on him, “she’s waiting for you” he added and left. I looked at the floor, feeling the hatred all over. Hatred towards me. I climbed down the ladder and jumped off half way down. The rain hammered my head and shoulders as I ran to the river about two miles out in the wood.
* * * *
I could hear the water of the river rushing over rocks as it flowed down stream. I saw it; I stood at the water’s edge and looked around to find Abby. She wasn’t there, I stared at the water; my hands tight in fists. I sucked in a breath of air and exhaled jaggedly.
Suddenly there was a horribly strong blow to the back on my knees. I fell and my face dipped into the icy water. I felt a hand grab the hair on the back of my head, and my head was dunked deeper into the water. I struggled to break free, but the person grabbed my hands and held them behind my back. I could feel the water rising to my shoulders. My breath began to escape my lungs quickly, and soon enough, my lungs began to burn. And I gagged, swallowing large amounts of water. Then I was jerked up. My face still inches away from the water. I gasped, desperately filling my lungs with air. I coughed and wheezed until I heard a voice I’ve learned to hate. Without a doubt I knew she knew about everything. But I also knew there was nothing she could throw at me to hurt or kill me. Wither I was the one to do it; she will be the first to go.
“I hope you’re happy, you made a bigger disgrace out of yourself…” Abby’s snake-like voice was shrill; I could tell there was a lot on her mind right now.
“I am happy” I replied bitterly, it was true, I could feel her cold hand tighten in my hair and I winced, then she shoved my head under the water again, I barely had enough time to gather the air I needed.
The bitter water stung my skin and I felt my nerves numbing a little, I held in what ever breath I might have and exhaled just a little every short moment. I tried to calm my racing heart but my efforts were fruitless and too soon I ran out of air and I began to gag and choke on the water. I opened my eyes, my vision was slowly being taken over by black, it came in from all the sides, and I could feel my consciousness slowly slipping away. Then once again I was tugged from the water and I met the air again, gratefully, but desperately trying to breathe while I wheezed and coughed out the water. My throat burned and my head throbbed.
“I accepted a job offer at my old military academy, you and I are leaving in two weeks, you start school in September” she hissed into my ear, I could feel her breath on the side on my face. I wanted to reply but my voice was hardly recognizable between my desperate gasps. My teeth clenched and my jaw flexed. I tried to shake my head but her grasp in my hair wouldn’t let me move.
“No…not-leaving” I protested as best as possible, she chuckled quietly.
“Be grateful, you’re lucky I’m giving you a chance to stay with us. We’re leaving just so you can forget him, that’s all. You can live normally, I’m giving you that chance, and you don’t have to die” she whispered, it disgusted me how she thought this was living normally. I would have forced her off of me by now, but I couldn’t find the anger, there was only incomprehension and one other emotion I couldn’t explain.
“I’m not going-to-die” I said shakily, I felt her nod her head.
“Exactly, shall we start packing?” she offered, she seemed pleased to think I was agreeing with her for once. My face was a foot away from the water.
“I’m not staying with you, you can’t make me” I retorted, my breath coming back now, her grip tightened in my hair.
“Oh yes I can” she replied foully, I wrinkled my nose in disgust.
“There’s nothing you can take away from me” I said, “I have nothing” I added
“I’m offering life, Natasha, your life, you’re being spared” she explained, I was offended when she used my name. I snorted.
“But if I do kill you now…what will your mutt do; knowing that if he never left you…you’d be alive. He’ll probably come to find me, thoughtlessly by himself. He shouldn’t be too hard to kill…and if I don’t get the job done, he might kill himself…either way you lose” she laughed quietly, I scowled.
“No, no, no!” I protested, “Jacob won’t, he’s not stupid” I argued, and I could feel her disgust while I defended him.
“Really? That’s what happened last time…With dear, dear Carol” her voice broke when she spoke the name, Abby had always had strong emotion for Carol, she loved Fabala and Carol the most, by far, “That beast was almost dead, but his buddy came just in time to save him…pity I was having a good time. You know I’m still looking out for that opportunity to kill him” she continued, I tried to shake my head. No…no, no, Jacob wouldn’t do that…would he?
“He won’t, he knows better than that. I’m not leaving, I’ll die before I go with you” I fought back, But I didn’t want to die…death was the last thing I wanted. I couldn’t help but feel stupid. I tried to figure out an excuse to believe Jacob wasn’t that naïve.
“Your wish might come true…” she exclaimed in an angry shriek, I breathe deeply; “I can make it happen you know…death is simple to commit” she threatened bitterly. The skin on my head burned and stung, but the crisp rain was soothing in a way.
“Bring it” I shouted aggressively, viscously welcoming the challenge. I heard her grunt sourly and she stuck my head back under the water’s surface. I wasn’t standing for anything from her. With my hands I struggled against hers’. I kicked my foot backwards with all my force. I hit the back of her knee, and I felt her fall into the river, she let my hand free but held onto my hair harder than ever. We both managed to stand upwards in the river. I kicked my leg up and caught her neck in the back on my knee. Then I shoved my leg down and I whipped her hand that clung to my hair. She let go and she got knocked into the water, I stepped down on her back to keep her still. I reached down into the dark water and grabbed her neck. I heaved her up and pressed her face up against the land. Her breath was steady as always, I turned her over and press my hand against her throat; she grabbed my hand and forced it off. I yelped when she twisted my wrists and kneed my stomach, knocking the breath out of me again. She hurled me onto the land again; I laid face down on the muddy ground; wheezing and gasping. My jaw tensed and I lifted myself up with shaky arms. I saw Abby step in front of me and kick my arms so I fell to the ground again. I yelped from the sharp pain in my elbows when I tried to get up again. She grabbed my hair again and lifted my head up a couple feet. She knelt down next to me so our faces were inches apart and she forced me to stare into her eyes.
“I changed my mind” she stated in a quiet hollow voice, I gagged, “I’ll give you ‘till you graduate high school, then the hunt begins” she smiled darkly , “aren’t I nice, giving you a head start” she added. There was a moment when we just stared at each other, that minute stretched into what seemed to be an hour. I felt there was a secret, and I was so close to figuring it out. In that minute I couldn’t believe she was my mother…it didn’t make sense, we didn’t look the same…I didn’t look like Mark or Fabala, and I obviously didn’t look like Drew and Caleb, only my brother. I looked more like Lily and my aunt and uncle than anyone. And where was that motherly love? Why didn’t we love each other like family should? She just couldn’t be my mother, I wasn’t her daughter, it was just one of those feelings that you couldn’t deny. “Start packing, we leave in two weeks” she informed again; I grimaced and spat in her face. I could have sworn I saw red flash in her eyes with the rage. She jerked me to my feet by my hair and freed me. I stood with shaky legs.
“You’ve just made the rest of your life a living hell” she snarled aggressively, I shook my head slowly.
“You can try” I shot back, her nostrils flared and she stepped forward to me and her hand lashed me across the cheek like a whip. I yelped and I fell backwards into a tree and then into the mud. Searing pain ripped through my cheek, I couldn’t flex my jaw because it stung too much. I gasped and felt my cheek. My cheek was covered in thick hot liquid and when I pulled my hand away it was coated in a shiny deep red blood. This couldn’t be from her hand. Abby stood over me and dropped a small flashing object in front of me and then she was gone and I could hear her footsteps disappear in the distance. I picked up the object. It was also covered with blood. A knife. I tightened my grip around the handle and stabbed it into the tree trunk next to me, it stuck and I left it there. The heavy rain drilled into my cut cheek, making the pain even worse. I rolled onto my stomach and started the long walk back. My mind on how I was going to tell Jacob, and what he would do to stop it. It made me want to collapse and just get lost. So lost that I’ll never be found and the world would forget I existed.
* * * *
When I reached the house again I climbed into my room and lay on the floor for a good five minutes before I left to take a shower and change out of my muddy cloths.
By the time I was clean, my cheek was healed. A normal person would have needed stitches. All the haunting thoughts about Jacob were joined with the question of my real mother. Was she really my mother? I wasn’t sure how to answer. But I knew how to get the answer, either from one of the Cullens, Fabala, or one of the pack members. Any one of them would have seen or heard about something like this coming into play.
I quietly stepped down to the main floor and into the kitchen. Drew was there, taking an apple out from the fridge. He turned to face me; he glowered at me with utter dislike.
“What” I snapped, he scowled.
“Why are you still here…? I thought she killed you” he muttered, I grimaced.
“You thought wrong” I said, “where is Abby anyway?” I asked
“With Alice” he replied bitterly, “don’t you have somewhere else to be? Maybe, fleeing the country or something, we’re supposed to be on guard to kill you if we saw you” he explained, I rolled my eyes.
“Look Drew…” I began, he yawned ostentatiously
“Save your breath, you might need it soon” he cut me off and shoved past me. I sighed and leaned against the counter. I breathed deeply, my hands grasping each other in my lap. I walked to the phone and dialed Jacob’s number, but hung up after the first ring. My head throbbed painfully. I sat up on the counter and tucked my knees to my chest. I wondered how Bella was doing, must be a hard time for her too. It’s been a though week all around.
There was a knock on the front door, and then another urgent one. I scrambled off the counter and ran to the door and pulled it open. I wasn’t expecting Jacob to be there. I jumped a little then he strangled me in his arms. I wiggled my arms free to push away.
“Why are you here?” I questioned
“I saw what happened at the river” he stated dryly and I looked away, my tears burning my eyes. I bit my lower lip and trembled. I leaned into him again. “I’m sorry” I whispered, he kissed the top of my head.
“Everything is alright; you’ll stay with me” he said, “are you okay though? Are you hurt?” he asked, and I looked up at him.
“I’m fine” I said in a low voice, he ran his thumb over the cheek that was cut. “Do you think I could get away with it?” I suddenly asked, referring to his offer. He smiled.
“Probably” he nodded, I smiled.
“When can I leave” I asked hopefully, feeling as if a huge weight had just been lifted off of my shoulders.
“Now”
“Wait, can I just talk to Lily first?” I asked slowly, thinking of my favorite baby cousin; my favorite relative by far.
“I want you away from here now” he said, he sounded slightly greedy and urgent. I put my hands on both sides of his neck and reached up to kiss him.
“So be it” I whispered, “meet me outside my window” I instructed and with one long kiss we broke apart.
I first sprinted to the basement and picked out one of my pistols and took a pack of bullets and ran them up to my room. I pulled out my old Nike duffel bag. I glanced over the window, sure enough Jacob was there looking up at me, I smiled at him and disappeared into my room again. I stuffed the majority of my cloths in it (the gun and bullets hidden at the bottom), then I managed to stuff in some of my paints, brushes, my drum sticks and finally my wallet. I slung the strap over my shoulder and proceeded to the window.
“Just drop it” Jacob called to me, trying to keep his voice low. I hesitantly dropped it over the side, but before I managed to climb over the side myself. Something wrapped around my neck and jerked me backwards onto the floor. I gave a loud yelp.
Drew knelt down on my back and shoved the end of the barrel of his gun to my head. The metal pushed my face flat against the floor. My heart almost stopped beating.
“Don’t speak” he muttered into my ear, I obeyed. I saw Mark creep over to the side of the window, with a gun of his own clutched in his hands. All I could think was no, no, no, Jacob.
“No, No. Stop it! NO!” I tried to shout but Drew covered my mouth with his hand and he made the gun pointed at my head more obvious. “Natasha…what happened?” Jacob’s voice came loud and urgent. I wanted nothing more than to yell at him to leave. There was an eerie silence then Jacob spoke again, and a tear leaked out from the corner of my eye.
“I’m coming up” he said, his tone more aggressive now. My heart pounded like a hammer and my stomach twisted and flipped. I began to hear his feet against the ladder. My chest throbbed. Finally I could see him; he didn’t bother to come in.
“Jacob! Get out!” I shrieked, Mark spun around into the open space in front of the window. Jacob ducked and there was a loud bang from the gun. I managed to spin onto my back and knee Drew in the groin, he rolled onto the floor. I crawled out and curled my arm around Marks neck; I put my leg behind him and pulled him back so he fell over on the ground. Jacob appeared in the window again and reached out and grabbed me, but something grasped my ankle and I was yanked back. I managed to steal Mark’s gun and throw it across the room. I turned again to leave, but Mark took hold of both of my elbows. I kicked my foot backwards into his stomach, he fell winded. I turned again but this time there was another loud bang and a horrid sharp pain in my thigh. I tumbled to the ground from the force. I yelped loudly. I didn’t dare look at my leg. I reached out for Jacob, and he caught me. There was another bang and sharp, horrible pain, only this time in my arm, I weakened and broke down. I heard a bang from the front door.
“What the hell is going on?” Abby’s shrill scream came, I weakened even more and something else took hold of my knees.
“Come on, you can get out” Jacob encouraged, I stopped.
“No, Jacob, you must leave” I ordered shakily
“I can’t leave you here”
“Yes, trust me, leave, please” I begged and pushed him away, Abby burst into my room and grabbed Mark’s gun on the floor. Her face was pink with anger when she saw Jacob. Jacob took my wrist, I turned quickly.
“Jacob, leave” I demanded, I kissed his cheek hastily. There was a loud bang and I pushed his head to the right, a bullet shot just over my left shoulder. “Love you, now leave” I demanded again, on the ground I noticed someone else running to the house. Jacob didn’t come alone, thank god.
“She’ll kill you” he said, I shook my head.
“She’ll kill you” I corrected then knocked over the ladder, his friend broke his fall and then they were gone.
A bony hand grabbed my shoulder and spun me around onto the floor. And I didn’t make and effort to get up; knowing talking back might make things worse than they already are.