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checked, all that needed stuff; I had enough strength left in my neck to lift up my head. I had to find Jack. I had to see him. I had to see the truth in his eyes. Had he saved me? Really and truly? The hatch of the ambulance was opened, and I searched almost desperately for his face. Craning my neck, fighting the pain, and then he was there. And a weight was lifted off of my shoulders as he stood only feet from the back. I smiled. He hadn’t left.
    God, why did I care so much whether he was there or not anyways?
    His hands were tightly balled at his side. His mouth was set in a grim, unreadable line. The slight twitch of his jaw had me thinking that he might actually be worried about me.
    I hated the fact that I felt so safe in in his arms, so protected, cherished even. It made me weak, vulnerable. I’ve always protected myself. I’m my own bodyguard of sorts. And to admit that I liked the way Jack had held me against his body, how he had brushed my hair off my face, how his whispered soft words in my ears temporarily eased my pain.
    I pushed down the urges I felt for him, fisting the sheets that covered the stretcher with my hand. I didn’t want to admit that I craved his company, his touch. I’ve never felt this attached to someone so soon in a friendship…if that’s even what you wanted to call it. I’ve always hated when girls have insta-love in the books that I read. It was unreal, and entirely ridiculous! A teeny, tiny part of me liked to admit that I did sort of enjoy playing the damsel in distress back there.
    Jack had somehow become my-bend-over-backwards, knight-in-shining-armor…or in his case, black leather. The thought made me giggle, almost hysterically, and the medic raised one eyebrow at me as he stared down at my face. I sighed and ignored his look.
    Huh…seriously though, who would have thought that my said knight would ride in on a Harley instead of his white horse.

 
    Chapter Six
    “Mom, really ? You’re going to bail him out and let him come home, after everything he did to me…to you? H–how could you?” I glared into the empty, soulless eyes of my traitorous mother.
    She was sitting at the far end of the hospital room on one of those reclining leather chairs, nervously bouncing her knee as she looked everywhere else, but at me. I never thought I’d see the day where my mother would pick her husband, a complete lunatic and a psychotic attempted murderer, over me, her own daughter.
    “You know I have to have him at home Emmy, Jamie needs him.” I blinked. Oh hell , no. She did not  say that. The last thing my little brother needed was to be raised by an alcoholic, abusive douche bag.
    What in the hell was she suggesting here? I mean seriously, I knew my mom was dense and all, but I never thought of her as a complete moron, at least not until that moment.
    Jamie’s face popped into my head as I thought of all the times that he’d fallen or gotten hurt while playing. Whether it was a scraped knee or a stubbed toe, he always ran to me. I was the one he sought comfort from. I was the one he wanted to snuggle with. Not his mom, certainly not his dad either. Jamie was one of the only people in this world that I could truly say I would do anything for. If the step-douche came back, then I couldn’t be that girl for him anymore. Because there was no way on God’s green earth that I’d be able to live in that house with John the monster anymore, especially since the dude tried to kill me.
    “I’m pressing charges then. I don’t care what you—” I snapped, biting my lips to fight the tears.
    “Listen Emmy, I wasn’t there to see what happened. How am I to know that you didn’t provoke him, threaten him even?”
    My heart tripled to an enraged beat. I clenched my hands into fists. Holy mother of God…she couldn’t be saying what I thought she was saying…could she?
    I stared into the shallow pitted eyes of the woman I now hated more than anything in this world. Christ… After