I didn't know why she was doing this. She had been so angry at me before, besides now she had Cooper to take care of, and I highly doubted that her dad would appreciate my unannounced visit, but I had no protests. I knew that I needed help and since there was no way I was going to the hospital without insurance, Jasmine was my best bet.
It hurt to move and it pained me to breathe. I'm not even sure how I got into this mess. I was walking out of the club and was trying to find my motorcycle when I was jumped out of nowhere. I was upset about my motorcycle, but I knew that I couldn't go back to get it. I was physically unable to ride it and I didn't want to leave Jasmine in case this was my last chance with her.
I looked over at her as she kept her eyes glued to the road. Her twitching fingers and her biting her lip, didn't escape my notice. She was either nervous, or really deep in thought. I would give almost anything to be able to read her mind right at that moment.
My eyelids grew heavier by the second, though I didn't feel tired. I couldn't open one of my eyes and my lips were burning from the split in them. I felt dizzy and my mind kept going blank but I was trying my hardest to stay awake.
Before I knew it, we were sitting in front of her house and she put the car in park. I looked over at her big brown eyes and felt my heart race. I don't know how I stayed away from her.
Jasmine, I'm sorry for everything that's happened, I just-" she cut me off with a sharp look.
"We don't need to discuss this now. We'll do it later when you're all fixed up," she argued. With that, she got out and came around to my side and helped me out of the car. We slowly made our way to the front door and she opened it and brought me inside, laying me down on the couch.
She pushed my hair out of my face as she knelt beside me and her eyes were shining as she looked down at me. She took a deep breath and quickly stood up.
"I'll be right back," she said in her usual soft voice. She turned and went down the hallway and came back only seconds later with a wet rag in one hand and a first aid kit in the other. She set the kit down on the coffee table and opened it. When she got whatever she needed, she turned back to me and pressed the rag to my eyebrow and I cursed out when I felt the familiar, but unexpected burn of the alcohol."
"Shit," I swore. She scrunched her tiny nose up like she always did when I swore around her. "Sorry," I said. She shook it off and went back to working diligently. I heard a door open and footsteps came down the stairs and I watched as Jasmine's body went completely rigid.
"Jasmine? Who or what was that," asked a feminine voice which was faintly familiar but I couldn't place it.
"Uh- It's nothing Isabel, just go back to bed, everything is fine," Jasmine called. I froze at the name. That's why she had sounded so familiar. It was Isabel. But why was she here? She came down the stairs and tightened a fuzzy bathrobe around her small frame.
She stopped for a second when her eyes landed on me. Surprise crossed her face but after a moment of hesitation, she proceeded to walk towards us. She crouched down next to Jasmine beside me, her look made her seem like she was worried and I remembered all the times that she was the mother that I never had.
"What happened, Shane," she asked quietly. When I tried to speak and answer her question, my busted lip burned with the effort but I managed a sentence anyways.
"Some guys jumped me in an alley, but I don't know who they were," I said truthfully. Something crossed her face but it was gone as quickly as it came.
"I know that he doesn't want to go to the hospital, so I'll just go get your father," Isabel said to Jasmine. Jasmine's eyes grew wide and she seemed to panic for a moment, but Isabel laid a hand on her shoulder in reassurance.
"It's okay. If he has a problem with it then he can answer to me," she said proudly. Jasmine still looked worried but she nodded once and Isabel made her way up the staircase. A minute later, she came back down with Jasmine's Dad. He was wearing nothing but a pair of silky pajama bottoms and he was still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His eyes narrowed as he looked at me.
"Shane? What are you doing here? On my couch?" Mr. Johnson didn't look happy at all to see me. Isabel gave him a stern look that I had seen many times, but hadn't seen in awhile. She walked back over to me and crouched down beside Jasmine again.
"He's hurt Brian. He needs help and whether you like it or not, we're helping him," Isabel stated. Mr. Johnson grunted and came to stand beside Isabel and crossed his arms.
"Why can't we just take him to a hospital? It's not our problem to deal with honey," he said quietly. I saw Isabel hive a familiar flare of her nostrils.
"I don't care Brian. He needs help and we will help him. How would you feel if, heaven forbid, that something like this happened to Jasmine? Wouldn't you want someone to help her," Isabel queried. He went quiet and sighed while nodding his head very slightly, admitting that he had lost.
Jasmine and Isabel stepped away while Mr. Johnson came closer and examined my injuries. Jasmine quietly told him about my stomach and Mr. Johnson gently helped pull my shirt off. He stared in shock at the sight of my wounds. His eyes also lingered on my multitude of tattoos.
He took a deep breath and started digging around in the first aid kit.
I wasn't sure how long it had been since Mr. Johnson went back to bed. He fixed me as best as he could then left without a word. Isabel and Jasmine lingered. Isabel busied herself in the kitchen, just like I knew she would, and Jasmine was now sitting on the couch, my head rested in her lap as she ran her fingers through my hair repeatedly.
I told her what had happened and she said that when I felt better, she would take me to go see if my motorcycle was still there, and I just nodded my head. I kept my eyes closed while I lay there.
Whether this was my last chance with her or not, I was enjoying the peace at that moment and the feel of her fingers running through my hair. It was very quiet in the living room, but not uncomfortable.
About a half hour later, Isabel came back in from the kitchen. She told Jasmine to step away and she helped me stand up, then walked me up the stairs. She led me to a room in the hall and Jasmine hesitated before following us in.
I limped over to the bed, supported on Isabel's shoulder, and jasmine turned on the lights. It was obvious that this was Jasmine's room. The artwork that lined the walls were varieties of different things. Some were landscape, a few animals, some inanimate objects, but most of them were people.
There were also photos lining the shelves, a desk in the corner and I could see the cracked door to a bathroom on the other side of the room. It was clean and we'll kept but Jasmine still shifted from foot to foot, seemingly embarrassed and I gave a small smile at the redness in her cheeks.
When Isabel helped me lay down, she walked over to Jasmine. "I want you to keep an eye on him all night. He needs help, so help him. If he gets hungry or thirsty, go get him some food, okay," Isabel instructed. Jasmine nodded and Isabel walked out after saying goodnight and giving her a kiss on the forehead.
After the door was closed, Jasmine came over and stood almost awkwardly in front of the bed, her gaze lingering everywhere else except on me.
"Bambi," I said softly to get her attention. She looked at me, her face expressionless. "Stop being so nervous. We're not going to do anything. Even if I wanted to, I'm physically unable," I reassured her. She smiled, her brown eyes crinkling. at the corners. I felt something stir inside of me, but I restrained it. She wasn't mine. I had no right to feel this for her. But I wanted to. I wanted it so bad that it hurt more than the physical pain that I felt now. I patted the bed beside me and she sat down beside me.
For a second she stared at me and her gaze drifted down to my exposed torso. Her eyes lingered on the tattoos, ignoring the bruising and injuries on my torso. She studied them, her eyes tracing the inky patterns.
Without saying anything about them, she laid her head down on the pillow beside mine, facing me. Her eyes roamed over my face, her mouth slightly parted and her cool breath fanned over my face.
I don't know how long we lay there just staring at each other, but it felt wrong to break the silence and I'm guessing that she thought the same. She brought her hand up and traced my jawline so gently that I felt no pain from the bruises that were there. Her small, tiny hands stopped moving all of a sudden and I wondered why she froze.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. I felt my eyebrows sink in confusion. What did she have to be sorry for? Before I could say anything, her lips moved closer until they met mine.
I ignored the stinging in my lip because I barely felt it now. All I felt was her pressed against me, just like I had been wanting her to, ever since she stopped wanting me the way I wanted her, but apparently, the feeling was mutual now. Her small hand gently placed itself on my cheek.
The burning sensation went all throughout my body, and I tried my best to ignore it. I really didn't need this right now. She pulled away at last, and my lips seemed to grow cold.
"I'm sorry for not giving you another chance," she whispered. "I should have listened and I shouldn't have been upset so easily over something so stupid, without letting you explain. Forgive me?"
I couldn't help but smile and nod my head. "So what does this mean," I whispered back. She shrugged a shoulder, a smile playing on her lips just as it was on mine.
"I don't know," she said quietly.
"Does this mean that maybe we could start over, and I could ask you out and take you on a real date and maybe we could try to be a real couple," I said quickly. I held my breath while watching her facial expressions, which went from smiling, to confused, to something I couldn't read, but it looked almost scared.
I was afraid she was going to say no, almost sure of it. Her eyes flickered through multiple emotions and her face was now calculating. In my head, I was going through multiple scenarios of what could go wrong at this moment, so when I heard an "okay" I had to ask what she said because I wasn't paying attention, which made me feel completely stupid.
"I said okay. I'll go out with you," she repeated. I smiled and felt something spread throughout my chest. She was finally mine. I had won the ultimate prize and at that moment, I knew that if I hadn't already, I would fall in love with this girl.