"I hate you!"
"I hate you!"
I screamed at Jacob. I screamed, I shouted and I yelled. He was such an idiot. Why doesn't he understand? Why can't he see what I want? Why can't he understand what I feel? It's sooo unfair!
I'd shouted these questions at him a million times. It has become our annual routine. I've been living with Jacob for a year and a half. I've hated it ever since.
Jacob and I had convinced mum, dad, grandma, grandpa, auntie Alice- well basically everyone, to let us go off with the pack and live together. We're not a couple or anything. Just friends, strictly friends.
He's such a control freak. Always worrying about my safety, Worrying about my health. Have you eaten your breakfast? Did you make your bed? Don't do that, don't touch this. 'Oh no Nessie don't talk to that guy he's probably crazy.' Blah blah blah, just because he had a straight jacket on doesn't mean he's crazy. Gosh I've really grown to hate him a lot.
Oh yeah and just when I thought It couldn't get any worse, he drops a huge bomb on me. Apparently he 'imprinted' on me when I was a baby. I wasn't even a day old, even an hour, and what does he do? He just strolls up to me and bam! There you have it, I've like belonged to him ever since.
I think it's disgusting, I mean he was in love with my mother only 6 months before. Ewwww!
Now you're probably a little confused. I guess you're thinking that I wasn't what you expected. Thinking, why is she so rude and ungrateful? Sure I was raised by eight vampires and five wolves, not to mention my large extended family. All the love, care, toys and joy a kid could need. But hey, you can't keep a girl locked up forever with no access to the outside world.
After a while I started to get a little 'stir crazy' that's when Jacob and I moved away. I see mom and dad once a month and the rest of the family once every two months.
But that's not all. After one month of living with Jacob, it was official, I hated him and I wanted out. I was planning to run away, but the night of my extreme plan, I was stopped. Not by my family, not by Jacob, but by a vampire I had never met.
Matthew Cooper. He was a rogue vampire and he happened to be roaming through the nearby town. I ran into him and I was scared. Right then I wished for my overprotected family. I wished for a safe and secure environment. But much to my surprise he didn't hurt me. He made fun of me. Seriously, he taunted me. I was shocked. Utterly confused. Why wasn't this vampire ripping my throat out? Why wasn't he draining the life from me? That's when I figured out my family had lied to me. All my life they'd made up things they thought would protect me. I guess they never thought I'd be out in the world by myself.
Anyway Matthew Cooper has visited me every night since. He's my best friend and I don't know what I'd do without him.
The only thing that gets me through living with Jacob is knowing that at the end of the day I can see Matthew Cooper.