Chapter 8
Brock was driving this time. I was in the passenger sit shivering and trying to stay warm. The water I jumped in must have gave my body a chill. Brock looks over when my teeth clatter together. "You do know I am one hundred and eighty degrees over here." Brock says. I look over then shift over and lay my head onto his shoulder. I instantly felt warm. Brock chuckles and wraps an arm around me. "Your warm." I say and he chuckles once again. "It's a wolf thing." He says.
"No, it's a Brock thing." I say and he smiles. He stops in front of my house and he looks down at me. I look up and hold my breath. Our faces were inches apart. "Please give me a chance. I will never break your heart like Steve did." Brock says. "Brock." I whisper. He leans closer to kiss me and I just couldn't. I lean back and he sighs. "I'm sorry." I say quietly. "No I understand." He says and I bite my bottom lip. I went to exit the truck when he grabbed my arm all of a sudden. I look back and he puts a finger onto his lip signaling to stay quiet.
"Brock? What is it?" I asks quietly. "A vampire. I sense it." Brock says. "What?" I ask and look around when I spot the car. "That's Joesph's car." I say and quickly get out of the car. I rush into the house and turn on the lights. "Bucky." I heard and turn to see Natasha. "Natasha." I say and we both hug each other. When we parted she gives me a look. "Are you crazy!? How are you alive?" She asks panicked. "What?" I ask confused.
"I saw you jump off the cliff. Why would you go that far to kill yourself! Have you ever thought about George or the family-"
"No Natasha, I wasn't trying to kill myself. I was cliff diving, it was fun." I say and she looks at me like I am crazy. "I thought you promise St-"
"Don't say his name please." I say weakly and kick a myself and I look at the ground. Natasha touches my arm and she wrinkles her nose. "Oh god what is that wet dog smell." She asks. "Oh I think that might be me." I say and smile as I sit down on the couch. "My best frend Brock, he is a wolf."I say and she gives me alook then looks up and glares. I turn to see Brock. "I had to make sure that you were safe." Brock says. I stand up and touch his arm. "She won't hurt me." I say softly.
"Didn't stop him from hurting you in the worse way possible." Brock says and I look down. "Steve went off on his own. He felt so much guilt." Natasha says. "Can I have a moment alone with Brock." I say. She nods and walks outside. I look back only to feel lips on mine. I gasp and freeze on the spot. Shit, shit, shit. This can't be happening. He pulls away. "Sorry I just had to do that." He says. My lungs were having a hard time getting air. "Natasha will take care of me. I will be fine." I say and walk to the kitchen. I was actaully kind of mad at Brock for doing this to me.
"There you go again." Brock says. I stop to turn and cross my arms across my chest. "We don't need to keep doing this to each other." I say. He looks at me. "Yes we do." He says and the phone rings. Brock picks up the phone. "Barnes residence." He answers. He frowns then his face hardens. "No George is not here why?" He asks. After like a minute he answers. "I'm sorry he is busy planning a funeral." He says and hangs up. I didn't like the way he said that. I had to know who was calling. "Brock, who was that?" I ask.
"No one." He says and Natasha runs in. "Bucky! Steve is going to the Volturi. He is going to kill himself." She says panicked. "What why?" I ask fear running through my body. "Steve thinks you are dead." Natasha says. I look down. How does he think I am dead? Unless..... no. I look up at Brock. "That was Steve. Why didn't you let me talk to him!?" I say angry. "He wasn't asking for you." He says harshly. "I don't care." I yell and I run out of the house. "We have to get there as fast as we can." I say and both Natasha and I hop in. "What about George?" Brock asks. "I'm seventeen almost eighteen. It is not illegal. " I say.
As Natasha starts the car Brock grabs my wrist. "Please don't go." He says with his eyes wide and pleading. I look down. "Look I know Steve doesn't love me, but I just can't let him die because he thinks I'm dead. I will never forgive myself." I whisper. "Don't go. Stay, for George...... for me." He says. My heart was torn. Half my heart wants to stay with Brock but the other half is screaming at me to go save Steve. But I can't help it. I love Steve. "I have to go. Go Natasha." I say and she drives off when Brock stands up straight.
When we take the plane I was a jumble of nerves. I was scared that we won't get to Steve on time. Natasha grabs my hand. "We will make it." She says and I nod. I felt slightly better. Just slightly though.