“Up.” Jacob’s voice echoed through the room as he flipped the light on.
“f**k off.” You grumbled and pulled the blanket over your head. Which he swiftly grabbed and pulled away from you.
“Get up.” His tone sterner now.
“What time is it?” You squinted as the bright light beamed into your eyes.
“Time to get up.” He grabbed your arm and pulled you into a sitting position, your hand immediately went to the wound on your stomach as it ached.
“Maybe you forgot, but I was shot a few weeks back and I’m in pain.”
“Oh, I didn’t forget. I’m just choosing to ignore it. Now, up.” He stood in front of you.
If he wanted to see you fall in the floor and get hurt, then you’d indulge him. You braced yourself and pushed off of the bed, your legs wobbling under the pressure of holding your body up. You
