Chapter 13 Guys, I wrote as fast as I could.

Jacob’s eyes refused to open. My eyes filled with moisture and tears rolled down my cheeks. I had probably killed him. I had my mind focused on his so I would be able to hear even the faintest of his thoughts, so that I would know he was ok. I was going to call Charlie but I realised that Jacob didn’t need the police. He needed a doctor. And what doctor could get here in less than three minutes?
I patted myself down, searching for my cell phone. I knew I had it when I left the house today so I must have on me somewhere. I found it in my jean pocket.
I dialled Edward’s number and it was barely ringing the first ring when he answered.
“Kayla, are wewe ok? Are wewe hurt?” Edward spoke so fast that it took me some time to figure out what he was saying.
“I’m fine,” I said. I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm and not to onyesha in my voice that I was crying. “I need Carlisle.”
“What did he do to you?” Edward demanded, his voice threatening. “Did he hurt you?”
I knew who ‘he’ was. Edward was referring to Charlie.
“Charlie didn’t do anything to me,” I replied. “It’s Jacob that needs Carlisle.”
“What did wewe do to him?” There was humour in Edward’s voice.
“This is serious!” I half-shouted down the phone. “I need Carlisle here to help him!”
“Stay calm,” Edward ordered, hearing the panic in my voice.
“Stay calm?” I repeated, incredulous. “My friend is nearly dying! I need a bloody doctor Edward! Get him here!”
“We will be there soon,” Edward assured me.
“Now!” I snarled. “I’m just inside the woods across from my house.”
I hung up the phone and gazed down at Jacob. I could still here his moyo beating but there were no thoughts in his head. I bent my head down and whispered in his ear.
“Wake up, Jacob, wake up. I’m sorry.”
But Jacob didn’t wake up and I began to panic even more. The tears fell thick and fast and I begged to any god that I could think of that Jacob would be safe. It seemed like hours since I had called Edward but it had only been a few minutes. I heard two pairs of feet running through the forest so I wasn’t startled when they stopped beside me.
“What happened?” Edward asked me, taking in the unconscious mbwa mwitu Jacob.
I shook my head, unable to speak through my tears. Carlisle was kneeling beside me examining Jacob. His white fingers were touching his bloodstained side. Edward lifted me up gently and pulled me close to him.
“What happened?” he whispered in my ear.
I couldn’t speak. I didn’t want to tell him. I was afraid he would judge me and then hate me.
“I won’t,” he spoke low in my ear. “If wewe can’t tell me, onyesha me.”
I let everything that had happened since Edward had gone run through my mind. Jacob holding me back from Edward, the argument we had and lastly, our fight.
Edward told Carlisle how Jacob had sustained his injuries. I didn’t look at Carlisle afraid that he would hate me for what I did.
Carlisle won’t hate you.
I couldn’t believe but I broke down in my own mind.
It’s my fault. I’ve killed him, I’ve killed him. Everyone will hate me. Everyone. Jacob won’t speak to me, Billy won’t, no one. I’m surprised you’re even touching me. I’ve killed my friend! Killed him! See, he’s dead au nearly dead. I stabbed him with a branch. I didn’t have to but I did. I did!
Edward listened to me patiently while I screamed in my head over and over again that I killed Jacob. When I paused he took my face in his hands and gazed at me with his golden eyes.
You did not kill Jacob Black. No one will hate you, not even Jacob. And I will never stop holding wewe because I upendo you. Understand?
I nodded. He made it all seem like a silly mistake. Like all I had done was just slap Jacob. He made it all better.
“He’ll be just fine,” Carlisle spoke.
I turned to him, my eyes wide with surprise.
“Really?” I asked.
Carlisle nodded. “He has a minor laceration and probably a severe concussion from hitting the mti but other than just bandaging him up, he’ll be fine.”
I ran over and hugged Carlisle.
“Thank you!”
Carlisle patted me on the back.
“It was nothing.” He said, modestly.
I let him go and turned to face Edward.
“I told you,” he said, smiling at me.
“The problem is moving him,” Carlisle said. “How will we get him home? We can’t kuvuka, msalaba the border.”
Edward’s eyebrows creased together as he thought of a way to overcome the problem they now faced. I didn’t have a clue what they were on about. What border stopped them getting Jacob to Billy’s?
“We can call Billy,” Edward said. “He can call Sam who can get Jacob.”
“How do we call Billy?” Carlisle asked.
“Charlie will have Billy’s number,” I said. “I could call Billy.”
“Good,” Carlisle said. “You do that now, Kayla. Edward and I will stay with Jacob.”
I nodded and ran back to my house. Charlie was sitting on the stairs when I got back. It was evident he was waiting for me.
“Kayla,” he said, but I interrupted him.
“Not now, Charlie,” I said. “I need Billy’s number.”
“Why?” he asked, suspiciously.
“Because I want to order a pizza,” I said, sarcastically. “Why do wewe think?”
Charlie didn’t answer and I knew what he was thinking. It didn’t take him long to say it.
“Jacob told you, didn’t he?” Charlie asked. “He told wewe that Billy told me.”
“Yes,” I said, agreeing with him. “I want to talk to Billy about it.”
“You’re calling him to shout at him.”
“No I’m not.”
“You are.”
“I’m not! Give me the damn number!”
“I don’t remember it.” Charlie said, defiantly.
But he did. He was thinking it. I memorized the number and pulled out my cell phone. I dialled the number and waited for Billy to pick up.
“What are wewe doing?” Charlie asked.
He knew nothing of my telepathy nor did he know of telekinetic powers either. I hadn’t told him and I never would if he continued to be like this.
“Calling Billy.”
Charlie stood up and walked over to me.
“How can you?” He asked. “You don’t have his number.”
“I remembered it.” I lied.
I listened to the ringing of the phone and I dreaded that it would just ring out but Billy picked up.
“Hello?” he sounded slightly breathless. He probably had to wheel his wheelchair a long way to get to the phone.
“Billy?”
“Yeah, who’s this?”
“It’s Kayla, Charlie’s daughter.”
“Oh.” Billy sounded surprised. “What’s up?”
“I need wewe to call Sam,” I said, slowly. I was thinking of a way to tell Billy what had happened without telling Charlie.
“Sam Uley?” Billy asked.
“Erm...I don’t know if it’s that one,” I replied. “If he’s anything to do with Jacob then it’s that Sam.”
“What do wewe mean?”
Then I knew what Sam it was. The Sam that Carlisle was talking about is the Alpha that Jacob couldn’t disobey.
“The Alpha Sam,” I alisema to Billy.
“What’s wrong?” Billy sounded worried.
“Something happened and we need Sam. I can’t say much now.”
I glanced at Charlie who was watching intently.
“Is Jacob hurt?”
“Yes.”
“In his mbwa mwitu form?”
“Yes. We need Sam.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll call Sam. He’ll be there soon.”
“Thank you, Billy.”
“No problem, Kay,” He said, hanging up.
Charlie tried to snatch the phone out of my hand but I moved.
“What’s going on?” Charlie demanded.
“It’s none of your business,” I said, harshly.
“It’s all of my business,” Charlie spoke loudly. “You’re hanging out with vampires!”
“So? wewe hang out with werewolves!”
A look of surprise flitted across Charlie’s face.
“How did wewe know?”
“Jacob.” I said, simply.
“Vampires are dangerous, Kayla, wewe should know that.”
“Yes, I do, but mtu-bweha are just as dangerous. They’re volatile and explosive.”
Charlie couldn’t argue with me on that one. He must know how unpredictable a werewolf can be. Look how angry Jacob had gotten. Jacob. I turned to run but Charlie’s vice-like hand clamped around my arm.
“Let me go!” I snarled. I needed to get back to Jacob.
“Vampires are dangerous,” Charlie repeated, his voice low. “You can’t trust them.”
“I can trust Edward,” I spoke just as low and my voice was threatening. “I can trust his whole family. None of them would hurt me.”
“How can wewe be so sure?”
“Edward loves me.”
A look of pain crossed his face. He couldn’t believe that. He knew that I loved Edward.
“He loves your blood.” he said, cruelly.
“He loves me,” I stressed. “And I upendo him. So get over it.”
Charlie’s hand tightened on my arm.
I needed to get back to Jacob. I had to tell Carlisle that Sam would be coming soon. But Charlie just wouldn’t let go. I stared hard into his brown eyes and saw that they were fierce and cold. Something like Edward’s was when he was fighting that vampire.
What I did inayofuata was unbelievably callous but I didn’t care. Charlie was not going to let me go, I could see this in his thoughts. So I did the only thing I could think of. I kicked him between the legs. His hand let go of me rapidly and he bent over in pain. I smiled and ran back to the forest.