Go With Grace ?Jasper Hale 3?

Chapter 4

"You look pathetic." Willow's swollen eyes moved to the bed where her vision of Alex sat.

"Go away." Willow's voice cracked.

"Are you even surprised that he left?" Alex stood up off the bed and stepped closer to her. "He was always going to leave."

Willow sealed her eyes closed in desperation to push him and everything about the day away. Her rage seems to resurface, and her hands beat into the remaining glass intact and her sobs start up again.

"Lola?" Willow lifted her head and met eyes with Paul in the mirror shards.

He stood in the doorway looking completely different from the last time she had seen him. His black hair was cut short, and he had grown at least a foot. He didn't have a shirt on and wore a pair of cut off blue jean shorts.

"What are you doing here?" Willow spat the words with venom, not looking away from him in the mirror.

"It's past midnight Willow." He stepped further into the room. "You and Bella have been gone for hours. Charlie has search parties out everywhere."

"Did they find Bella?" Willow whispered. It suddenly clicked with her that Edward was there to break up with Bella. If Willow was taking it this bad it was probably worse for her cousin.

"Sam found her ten minutes ago."

"How brave of you to come out of your hiding to find me." Willow snapped and lowered her eyes to the blood dripping off her hands into the floor.

"Lola, I -" Paul started to refute but Willow turned her head to meet his eyes. Paul froze, his mouth gaping like a fish for air. Willow felt something snap inside her, she chalked it down to the last straw of her anger.

Paul continued to stare at her like he had never seen her before. She quickly pushed herself to her feet and met his stare head on. When he didn't speak and continued to stare at her like she was the only thing holding her to the ground she lost her mind.

"You're just going to sit there and stare at me? You've been MIA for over 20 days. Ignoring every attempt, I've made to reach out to you." Willow pointed her bloody finger towards his face as she stalked towards him. "You've been living a new life and decided you didn't need me. Until you want to play the hero."

"Willow you're bleeding." Paul took a step towards her but smacked her bloody hand against his bare chest in an attempt to push him back.

"You fucking abandoned me." Willow started beating both her hands against his chest in anger. "You left me. Just like- just like Jasper did." He caught her before her knees gave out again and she sobbed into his chest while her hands beat against him.

She continued to scream at him until her screams turned to sobs. Paul held her tight to his chest ignoring the hits she unloaded on him.

"Let's get you out of here." He spoke softly and picked her up in his arms. Willow didn't protest as he carried her out of the house. "I have to take you to the hospital."

"No." Willow muttered almost too softly for him to hear.

"Willow, your hands need stitches. You have glass shards sticking out of your skin." Paul protested as they walked through the door he had broken down.

"I'm not going to the hospital." Willow lifted her head off his chest, her swollen eyes narrowed at him.

"Stop arguing." Paul sounded annoyed. "You are going to the hospital."

"Then put me down." Willow started fighting against his hold with her legs flailing and arms flying. "I'm not going to the damn hospital."

"Enough." Paul snapped and tightened his grip on her. Her hand managed to make contact with his face. He growled in rage and half hazardly tossed her into the truck. "Fine. No hospital." He slammed the truck door behind him. When he climbed into the driver's side, he held his hand open with a brow raised. "Give me your phone."