A/N I do realize that the plot/concept of this kind of story has been many times before but ya know. . .YOLO.

I shouldnt be started ANOTHER story but Black Leather is almost done and Educate Me is just a ticking time bomb about to burst in my thoughts. Jealousy Is A Deadly Weapon is something I will finish by winter. . .I hope. I wanted to thank all the readers who named me as one of their favorite authors cus even though a review makes me happy, when I see someone listed me and my crazy ass as one of their favorite authors, it really does put a smile on my face.

OK...enough with the cheesiness. Read on.

Wavy, back length, raven colored hair.

Smooth and blemish less, russet skin.

Breathtaking, bright hazel cat like eyes that had lengthy eye lashes.

She had everything of mine except for her nose.

She had the same stout and wide nose her dad had but it was cute in childish ways. She was still the most beautiful little girl I'd ever laid eyes on. I wasn't saying that just because she was my offspring but because she truly was. Her features were that of a miniature Pocahontas and I knew when she grew older, she'd be even more gorgeous than she was now. She'd break hearts.

Her existence is what keeps me on the ground.

Even after six years, I was still in shock. Her father's being used to hold me to Earth but since I left, I've learned to move on. He hadn't imprinted yet from what I had heard and there was still a chance to go back and make things right but it was too much of a risk. I loved my baby girl and I didn't want her to grow up with out her father. That wouldn't be fair to her.

For Christ Sake's I didnt even tell my mother! Or Seth. My own baby brother didn't know he had a niece.

It pained me whenever she asked me where her father was. I promised almost a thousand times that they'd meet one day, but I've made no attempt to keep that promise. It made me cry at night how badly I screwed up by running from him. I was nineteen years old and I thought running was the answer back then.

Sometimes I thought I needed him but when I saw how happy we were without the rest of La Push in our way, I knew we'd be okay.

I knew I was gonna crack sometime soon but I had gone six years without him.

And the fucked up part was is that he didn't do anything to deserve it.

He never hit me or talked down on me and always treated me as he equal. He never cheated, either.

He was the best boyfriend I had ever had.

Scared shitless, I ran from him when I found out I was pregnant. He had the rest of his life in front of him. We all believed I was a dead end but turns out I wasn't. The one time we decided to skip out on a condom, I just happen to get pregnant.

Whoop for the miserable lady wolf.

Don't get me wrong, I love my daughter. With all my heart. I don't regret having her. I do regret keeping her away from her family but maybe this was the right choice. He didn't even like kids to begin with!

"Mommy..." her voice called to me.

"Yes?" I answered and turned to face her as she lay there in her pink, princess themed sheets.

It took her a while to speak up. I knelt against the bed to her face and stroked her just brushed hair. "What's wrong?"

She sighed. "Do I even have a dad?"

I stiffened. "Where is this coming from?" I asked.

She shrugged and sank into her covers. "Nowhere."

"Tell me."

We had a mother-daughter stare down until she caved.

"Some girls at school were asking why you always picked me up and not my dad. Then they made fun of me and told me I didn't have a dad."

That made my body shake with fury. My skin crawled and I took a breath to calm myself. I didn't wanna rip into wolf form with her right here looking up at me like I was the eighth wonder of the world.

These little prissy families out here in California with their perfect, American dream, white picket face and tire swing in the back, model students annoyed me.

"And what do you say to them?"

She hung her head, sad. "Nothing."

I exhaled. "Well, it's spring and you don't have to face them for another two weeks. Next time they ask you, tell them to mind their business."

"But that's mean."

"Well so were they."

She smiled her biggest and reached out for another goodnight hug. I wrapped the six year old in my arms tight, holding on to every memory we've had so far.

"I love you, Mommy."

"I love you too, Baby Doll. Go to sleep."

She loved that nickname. I'd given it to her when she was about two because her face and attitude did resemble that of a baby doll's. She responded to that more than her real name, Alejandra or Alexandra.

Just as I was about to flick out the light, she called me again.

"Yes?"

She fiddled with her pajamas. "I do have a dad, though?"

I laughed. "Yes, Baby Doll. You do have a dad. Go to sleep now."

I flipped the switch and her night light glowed on the other side of the room. "Night."

"G'night."

I shut her door and stood there for a few minutes. After hearing her light snore, I made my way downstairs to finish the movie I was watching.

When she went to sleep, things got quiet. Her laughter and talking would fill the silence of the house in the day but by night rolled around, there was this deep and dark void. Not just in the house but in my heart as well.

I missed him so much but I was way too proud and stupid to admit I needed him.

Then again, I didn't.

I had managed to make a life for myself without him and if I didn't need him when I got pregnant so I didn't need him now. We were just fine on our own.

The person I was missing the most was my mother.

God, that women.

She probably lost her mind when I left. Left and never came back. I could just picture her losing it when I wasn't in my bedroom the next morning. That's the part that was hurting the most.

The pack probably didn't miss me at all.

I bet everyone on the res was overjoyed when they found out I was missing. Especially Sam, who still probably still pitied me. He knew he didn't have to feel guilty anymore. My heart still hurt cus of him and it was hard to think of my own flesh and blood cousin as his one true mate for the rest of their lives, happily ever fucking after.

But they were my past.

Alejandra "Baby Doll" was my future and one love. Every night I prayed that when she turns nineteen, she won't get pregnant and run from the man who loved her.

Sometimes I wondered what the hell I've done with my life. I ended up being the one thing I dreaded to be.

A model. Of all things I wanted to be, I turned out to be a model?

Not to sound cocky but I was beautiful enough to make such pretty babies like Alejandra. Then again she was only fifty percent me and fifty percent him. The nose was a constant reminder.

As the movie came to its end, I prepared myself for bed even though it was only nine. I was tired beyond belief so I skipped brushing my hair for the night and climbed right into my sheets.

The loneliness at night was the worst part of it all. The first few days of being by myself, I remember screaming into a hotel pillow, desperate to just die. I don't know why I didn't go back when I had the chance. I promised myself a few weeks but those weeks turned to months which became years.

The thinking help weigh down my mind till I found myself in a sleep.

The moon was full.

Leah loved full moons.

My room was dark.

Leah loved looking up at the full moon when my room was dark.

Too bad Leah was dead.

I thought about her every night when I went to bed, thinking she'd come back and tell me everything was okay. I was over crying for almost a year now and lately it's just been depression. She's been gone for six years and everyone else has gone on with their lives. I had never loved a girl so much. Not even Bella.

Her mother seemed to still be in a zombie-like state of life but Seth was the most shattered. He didn't talk to anyone for weeks, he missed patrols. He lashed out at people, using such profanity Id never think come out of his mouth.

Surprisingly the pack was sad, too. When the search was called off, we all went around moaning and groaning in pain, howling at the moon even. We had lost our sister; our only sister. The guys never showed how much they loved Leah until she was gone.

Her funeral was kind of awkward, as described by Seth. We all had concluded she was murdered but none of us spoke about it that much anymore. I didn't go. Instead late that night, I ran to her grave in wolf form and sat there staring at it like a sad puppy.

Love wasn't even an option for me anymore. The love of my life was gone so there was no purpose for finding another. Even after I imprinted on Bella's daughter, Renesmee, I rejected her because I was so depressed.

Even though Leah was genetically unable to have kids, I always wanted them. Leah would make a beautiful mother to them and an even more beautiful wife. The possibility was completely gone. After her disappearance and "death," I moved out of my dad's home and into one not too far. My job at the auto shop kept me fed and dressed so it was all fine being on my own. I wanted to mourn alone.

Six years later and I was still agonizing.

I didn't feel bad for myself cus I knew she was in a better place. I just wish I could figure out what happened to her then I could have some peace.

There was a distant and hard knock on my front door. Annoyed from being interrupted, I jogged down the stairs and opened it.

Scruffy faced and all was Seth, Leah's younger brother, who I had taken under my wing even before she disappeared. That was back when he was sixteen and naive. He was in his twenties now and still had some growing up to do.

He had a nasty, purple shiner around his eye and he looked at me as if he looked perfectly normal.

"What happened this time?" I asked him.

He leaned against the threshold nonchalantly and exhaled. "Bar fight."

I rolled my eyes. This was the third one this week. Last week, he was caught shop lifting. He made a smart move to call me to bail him out instead of his mom. I didnt say a word to Sue cus she would be in hysterics. Lately Seth has really been acting out of character. Like he's looking for trouble.

"Come in. Clean that up good before you go home in the morning. You're gonna give your mom a heart attack when she sees that."

Seth still lived with his mother. She doesn't want him to leave her after Leah's disappearance. She's been dating Charlie for a while but he doesn't fill the empty space that Leah once was.

He closed the door behind him. "That guy was asking for it."

"At least tell me you won," I ran cold water over a dish towel then tossed it to him. "If my baby brother's gonna get into bar fights at least may he win them."

"Bar tender broke it up before we could tell." He placed the cool towel on his eyes and slumped on the couch. "But I clocked him right in his jaw," he sounded proud. He was almost boasting.

I frowned and sat on the arm chair, facing him. "You can't keep doing this, Seth."

He rolled his eyes. "I don't want a speech right now, Jacob. I'm tired. It's not like I did drugs or something. It was just a little bar fight."

"Yeah, where someone could've popped you upside the face with a busted bottle. How are you gonna explain your eye to your mom?"

"I don't know. Jake, can we just drop it?"

"You may not wanna hear it but you need to. Seth, this isn't like you. What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Drop it."

"Seth, look at me. What the fuck is going on?"

"Jacob, let it go. It won't happen again." He grit his teeth.

"Seth, why are you acting like this? Youre not-"

He stood over me, a wild and angry look in his eyes. I'm surprised he didnt shift right there. "Jesus, Jacob! I miss Leah, ok? FUCK!"

Silence washed through the room as he plopped back on the couch, covering his eye. At first, I thought he'd start crying. He sniffled but didn't let a single tear drop.

"It's almost June eleventh. She went missing on March eleventh. I miss her so goddamn much, Jacob. I don't know how to keep my mind off it. She's...gone."

The realization hit me and sure enough it was March ninth. I remember the day Sue had been frantically sending all of us out to look for her. Her scent stopped at California and days later, cops called off the search. She was no longer missing. She was considered dead. Just cus the cops called off the hunt, doesn't mean the pack did. We searched for weeks and still nothing.

"I'm sorry, Seth. I miss her too. But you don't see me popping random people in fights, do you?"

He looked at me then shook his head. "No."

I sighed. I still saw this kid as the sixteen year old he was when he first started shifting. He was grown up now and making mistakes I never thought to make. I rose from the chair and he laid on the sofa.

"Goodnight Seth. This talk is not over." I stomped up the stairs and heard him chuckle before saying goodnight.

When I made it to my bedroom, I slammed the door and the wind gushed in my face. I sat on the bed.

Has it really been six years?

Before I knew it, I was producing a few tears of my own.