Post by laceface on Jun 24, 2011 13:54:58 GMT -5
| [atrb=style,background-image: url('http://www.desktopwallpaperhd.com/wallpapers/27/23276.jpg');,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][cs=2] if i leave my heart with you tonight promise me that you're gonna treat it right. |
the pain was throbbing, the only thing that her mind could focus on since it had overthrown her thoughts and attention span. a break of a bone was a more intense pain, she could clearly recall the anguish that had been dumped on her when she cleanly snapped a bone. the pain centered in her knee was intense but was nearly anything compared to the agony of having a bone snapped. phillie bit at her lip and shut her eyes against the gray of her sweatshirt. she had no clue what she had done to her knee, had she hit a nerve? she was trying to sift through her thoughts when jacob's use of sarcasm burst through and penetrated her thoughts. she let out a sigh, trying show she didn't appreciate his dry sarcasm. "then that is something you have been keeping from me since the moment i met you. thunder boys are haughty and rough. i don't quite like them," she said, her words holding a bite. sarcasm didn't need to be mixed into the equation but her tone had matched the one that jacob had quietly spoken in. philomena was grabbing desperately at her knee, she had to hold back a quiet moan that was lingering in her throat. why was this all so painful? he had a firm grasp on either side of her face, she couldn't keep her face buried into her sweatshirt for too long. he had left her knee alone to look down at her and directly stare into her eyes. phillie weakly nudged her face to the side but jacob's grasp on her was firm. she let her eyes flutter open and on the tips of her eyelashes were a cluster of tears. "bloody hell is right, jacob. that rock is imposing and it did a good job on my knee." there was a bitter smile on her face and she was staring up at him and trying to work some good humor back into her voice that was colored clearly with pain. he was going to force her to let him help in some way, it was something she wouldn't be able to avoid. the medical wing wasn't a place that she wanted to visit. word of her injury would travel quickly to her parents, she didn't need any more of their attention focused onto her. a quiet sigh passed through her lips and she released the hold that she had on her knee. "okay jacob, you win. do what you want." she looked up at him in defeat, there was no pleading look in her face. philomena would silently accept this loss and allow jacob to do what he found was necessary. LISTEN UP! THIS POST IS FOR MARCI. IT HAS 451 WORDS. SHE IS CURRENTLY WEARING THIS. BY THE WAY, SUCKISH. OH, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DUCK DUCK'S NOT A GOOSE |
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