After the previous night's events, it came as no surprise to me that I got next to no sleep during the night, once I resided back to the sanctity of the spare room. My mind was reeling with how events had developed. What had Jacob meant by what he said last night? How could he possibly know anything about my history? Had he just been making his own presumptions? He couldn't have guessed from my reactions alone, could he?

My head is still spinning this morning, as I gaze from the tinted windows of Jacob's Mercedes. The morning is frosty, making the scenery look more beautiful than usual. Jacobs end of town is much closer to the countryside, and it shows, with the various species of trees, and wildlife in abundance in and around the area. I envy him for the location, it's picturesque and serene, unlike downtown where I reside.

Earlier on the group made the decision that Jacob would drive me back to my house. It made sense I guess, as he knows where I live. Tom left with Danni way before dawn, to try and save her car and move it to the nearest garage. Ollie had chosen to hitch a ride with them too, leaving me, once again.

Alone with Jacob Wilde.

He seems a little too happy today as he cruises along the road, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel to a heavy bass tune on the radio. Like the cat that got the cream. I'm not sure why he's feeling so chipper, but I am certainly experiencing the latter. Now do I not only feel anxious around this handsome man, but I am also nursing a massive headache to boot.

"Kitten. Shall we stop on the way back for a coffee?" Jacob asks.

He was back to referring to me by that annoying nickname again. I found myself astonished when I'd heard my actual name come out of his mouth the previous night, but I guess he realised the severity at the time. If I hadn't been in such a predicament myself, I would have given him an applause.

I shoot him a look, to which he grins toothily back my way.

"Do I have a choice?" I grumble returning to stare out of the window.

"Not really," he chuckles, "considering you're in my car, and I'm your lift home."

"Wonderful," I spit sarcastically before sighing, "let's get it over with then."

The car park to the coffee shop is fairly vacant, to my surprise. I guess people don't venture out all that much in these weather conditions. I'd much rather stay at home, in the warm, cuddled up next to the fireplace.

Jacob pulls into one of the many car park spaces and turns off the ignition with a twist of the key. I climb out of the car slamming the door, with plenty more gusto then needed. Jacob shoots me a look as if to say 'Don't ruin my car, or I'll ruin you.' Rolling my eyes I proceed to the entrance, greatly welcoming the warmth and delightful scent of coffee, that envelops me as I step into the shop.

"What do you want to drink, Kitten?" Jacob questions, stamping his clompy feet on the doormat.

"Nothing," I shoot back, refusing to look at him.

He chuckles, whilst I walk away, towards the rear of the shop. Finding a two-seater next to the large shop glass window, I plop myself down on the red leather seat. Sighing heavily to myself, I position my chin in my hand defeatedly, keeping balanced via my elbow on the table.

When Jacob returns he sits down on the seat straight across from me. I don't bother to acknowledge him until he places a polystyrene cup directly under my nose. The distinct smell of sweet cocoa wafts up my nostrils, prompting to satisfy my senses.

"Hot chocolate," he confirms my suspicion, "Thought it might cheer you up a bit."

"There's nothing wrong with me," I spit back, shooting him a glare, as icy as the weather beyond the glass.
 
"Sure," he concedes, sarcasm dripping from his voice. He straightens his back against the chair, appearing taller "So, about last night?"

My head whirls around in his direction, my eyes instantly finding his, and I swear I notice him shift uncomfortably under my gaze "What about it?" I challenge with venom.

"What on earth happened?"

My eyes narrow in a fury that he even considered bringing the event up, he must have a death wish today.

"I thought you had me all figured out," I grumble back.

"I have my suspicions," he certifies, glancing down at his own coffee cup. Jacob takes his coffee black, like his heart. He swirls the wooden spatula in his drink a few times before looking up at me again. "But I want to hear it from you."

"Mind your own business, Wilde."

He scoffs, almost choking on the liquid in his mouth, and this causes my hands to tighten inadvertently into fists. "Considering I found you in my bedroom, with your hands in my underwear drawer, I'd say that's my business, wouldn't you Kitten?"

"I was looking for my photograph," I sigh with finality. It had been a stupid place to look.

"Right," he raises his cup to his lips taking a long gulp, and I do the same. "And you thought I would hide it in my underwear drawer?" he questions, his tone doubtful.

"Shut it, Wilde," I retaliate sharply, finally silencing him.

An elongated length of time passes as Jacob watches me, with notable interest. His eyes focus, analysing me like an animal in the zoo. This infuriates me further, but I manage to keep my anger in check. Only, I'm not sure how long that will last.

"I think you should go to the doctors, Kitten, about the panic attacks you're having," Jacob tries to reason with me gently.

My heart skips a beat at the concept of going back to the doctors, where I would have to explain myself to them all over again. The doctor would admit to counselling again, and I just didn't have the time or energy these days, to blurt my feelings out to some poor sap who had no choice but to listen and fake interest. I shift a piece of hair that's interfering with my vision, with a flick of my head.

"You're entitled to your opinion Jacob, and I'm entitled to ignore it," I reply simply, turning to gaze out of the window.

Jacob reaches across to place a large hand on top of mine, to which I immediately yank away from him. He lets out a heavy sigh and shakes his head as if I'm a lost cause.

"You can't run from this forever, Kitty."

At the application of my given name, I scrunch my nose up in a scowl, directing it at him. "Who says I'm running from anything? I'm perfectly fine, Wilde." I force out through gritted teeth.

Suddenly, Jacob's facial expression changes, to one of total seriousness. His eyes go cold, holding mine in a stony gaze. "I can tell you're not fine, otherwise you wouldn't be acting like a complete and utter Bitch this morning," he replies stonily. "Don't lie to me Sweetheart, I'm not stupid."

I gulp inwardly, remembering those exact words from the previous night. However I'm refusing to back down today, maybe its the lack of sleep that's fuelling me. Rising from my seat causes me to edge the glass table backwards into his chest in the process. Jacob swiftly catches both drinks as they threaten to topple from the table and create a mess on the floor.

"Stop trying to intimidate me! Stop trying to analyse me like I'm some science experiment!" My voice is rising with each word, but as much as I try, I can't stop it "You wanna talk? Why don't we talk about that stupid tattoo you tried to hide from me last night!"

"Kitty. Please. Calm down. Not here," Jacob urges, standing to tower over my small frame.

I scoff unattractively "Hm, don't want to talk about that, do you? How can you expect me to spew my guts about my life when you won't tell me a damn thing about yours?!"

I'm breathing heavily by the time I've finished shouting at him, and am well aware of the stares coming from the few other people in the cafe. Jacob leans in close to me, a terrifying look cast across his face. I find myself unwillingly backing away from him

"Kitty, I never said I wouldn't tell you. This just isn't the right place," his voice is calm, yet deadly, as he uses his hands to gesture how inappropriate our environment is.

"Whatever," I jeer, turning and running from the shop, surprised when he makes no attempt to stop me.

The cold air hits me hard, like a punch to the gut. I'm on the verge of tears again, but this time I swear I have no intention of showing them to him. I can't show Jacob my weakness, not again.

I sense his strong presence nearby before I hear him speak.

"When you're quite done making an embarrassment of yourself, maybe we can get going?" he suggests.

My blood is at boiling point, ready to let off a hell of a lot of steam. Forcing my emotions to the back of my mind, I exhale slowly. "I'll walk the rest of the way."

"No, you won't Kitten. It's absolutely freezing, Sorry, but I'm not gonna let you walk" Jacob's voice retaliates before he's lunging for me.

I squeal and squirm, trying to release his fingers from my wrist, but he's a tonne stronger than me. I refuse to give up the fight as he drags me to the car.

"Get the hell off me!" I yell "I'll scream-"

My voice terminates when Jacob shoves me roughly against the metal of his car. One of his paw-like hands covers my mouth, and the other spread out against the shiny car door. Jacob leans into me, so I have no choice but to lean back to escape his overpowering presence. He angles his head downwards, with eyes full of fury, and he's breathing heavily, most likely worn out from the fighting.

"Kitty," he says my name carefully, his voice full of malice "I will not tell you again. Get in the fucking car."

My eyes widen above his hand, and I nod helplessly. Seeming satisfied with my answer his hand drops from my face, and he steps back just enough to open the car door. I wordlessly clamber inside and pull the seatbelt across me. Jacob slams the door behind me and climbs into the driver's seat, hastily reversing out of the car park.

The drive back to my house is the most uncomfortable silence I've ever experienced. I'm sitting as far back in the leather chair as possible and Jacob is staring straight ahead of him, hands gripping the wheel so tightly, his knuckles are practically white. His blue eyes flicker towards me for a fraction of a second before he releases a long sigh.

"I didn't mean to scare you."

"Could have fooled me," I mumble, mainly to myself.

I swing the door open wide when the car rolls to a halt. Relief floods over me at the sight of my house before me. I climb out of the car, ready to slam the door in his face, but I don't want to leave without letting him know how furious I am. Ducking my head, and crouching a little so I can see him clearly I prepare to release my rage. Jacob turns to face me, an expression of complete confusion on his face.

"You're trying to delve into stuff that you're not welcome into. Stay out of my way, and stay out of my fucking business Wilde."

And with that, I slam the door, as hard as physically possible. The angry screech of tires on the pavement tells me speeds off down the road.

A/N- Hey guys! I know this chapter is a bit of a filler but hopefully you still enjoy it <3

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