Page 46 of Broken Skulls (Rebel Skull MC #7)
Chapter Forty-Five
Jacob
I don’t know how many days pass before I finally hear her voice. Thank god she’s okay. Lily told me she had a concussion and was ordered to rest. I didn’t say anything in return. What could I say? I’m the one who gave it to her.
They should have had me arrested. It doesn’t matter that I was out of my mind when it happened. I’m a piece of shit. No better than my old man.
“Please talk to me, Jacob,” she begs from the other side of the wall.
I don’t say anything.
“You can’t stay in there forever,” she tries again.
Fuck if I can’t. Animals deserve to be locked away. I hit the woman I love. I’ve never hit a woman in my entire life. I’m so fucking pissed at myself.
She sighs loudly on the other side of the wall. I hear her open the little door. She’s leaving me something.
“I love you,” she says as she closes it.
It kills me not to say it back.
And besides, I’m not hungry.
Eventually, the thought I might hurt her feelings by not eating the food she left guilts me into giving in. I wait until I’m sure she’s upstairs, and then I slide to the floor and open the little box.
My hand cautiously pats inside, not wanting to spill anything.
It’s not food.
I pull the stuffed dog I gave her to my chest.
Fucking hell.
When I get back in bed, I realize it smells like her. An ache settles in my chest, but no matter how much my heart yearns for her, I can’t succumb to it. I’m no good. In fact, I told my brothers to tell her those exact words and to help set her up wherever she wants to go.
I don’t understand why she’s still here.
I bring the stuffed animal to my nose, inhaling deeply. Why did she have to go and do this?
Because I deserve to be tortured for hurting her.
Hours later, she’s back outside my room. Again, I wait until it’s quiet before opening the door.
This time she did leave food. My favorite.
She’s not going to make this easy.
I jump when she speaks.
“I know what you’re thinking, Jacob. You’re not like him. It was an accident. I’m fine.”
I shake my head.
Thank god Dirk has the key, or she’d be in here. And I don’t know if I’d survive seeing her.
“If you’re not ready to talk, that’s okay, because I’ll still be here when you are. I’m not going anywhere.”
Goddammit.