Disclaimer: Belongs to Stephanie Meyer, my hero and in dedication to Twilightluver001, my inspiration.
BPOV
"We will always be together," he said. "I will always love you," he said. What had happened to those promises? Those words? But that was just it. They were just words: nothing but shallow, meaningless utterance. He SAID he loved me. He SAID that I was his life. He SAID he would never leave me, but those were all lies, horrible lies. I had loved him. I had practically dedicated my life to him, and HOW does he repay me? By leaving me to rot here in Forks. It sickened me to think about it. But he was the past. Now is the present and every next second is the future. It's been five years for goodness sakes! It's time to forget about him.
I shook my head, trying to dislodge the thought out of my brain. It was two o'clock in the morning and yet I was still not tired. I laid in bed, listening to Charlie snore in the other room. My sheets had been thrown off the bed, for I was sweating profusely, though it was forty-eight degrees. The windows were covered with frost, making everything outside look like a blur of colors and shapes. My breath was a foggy mist, appearing every time I exhaled. When I was little, I would pretend I was a dragon breathing fire and Renee would laugh and pretend to be the damsel in distress. Then Charlie would sweep her up and save her. This was when they were married. A ghost of a smile played on my lips, but was almost immediately replaced by tears. Sometimes I wished they were still married and we'd be a family and we'd all live in Phoenix and I would have NEVER met Edward Cullen. Fury started to bubble up in my stomach. The vile monster started to tear up my insides. Then, all of the sudden, I calmed down. Stupid hormones.
I sighed. I will never be able to fall asleep with all these mood swings. Maybe a nice walk will help me calm the nerves. I sat up and pulled on a coat. It was going to be chilly outside. I grabbed a scarf and headed out into the frosty weather. I walked along the icy sidewalks, careful not to slip, being the klutz I am. I peered up at the houses I was passing by. Lights of green and red hung from rooftops to fences. Little Santa and deer figurines dotted their yards, some moving slowly. In one yard was a manger, with Mary and Joseph and a little baby. Some other farm animals surrounded the scene as well. I gazed into windows and saw Christmas trees in living rooms with tinsel, ornaments, and lights. Some windows had a menorah in the sill and in some windows a fire were burning in the fireplace, giving a very cozy effect.
I glanced back down to my feet just in time to see them stumble on a patch of ice. I slipped, slid, and then crashed down onto the hard, frozen ground, right on my tailbone.
"Ouch!" I yelled into the night. No one seemed to hear (or care). I rolled over and rubbed where I had fallen. I winced in pain. This was going to leave a mark. I tried to stand up, but it hurt too much, so I sat back down, icing my new bruise. Gingerly, I started to crawl back the way I came. Every few steps, I would moan, but still, I kept going. While I was groaning in distress, I heard the rumble of a motor. Painfully, I turned around to see Jacob on his motorcycle coming straight for me. I stopped my pursuit and sat there, numbly, until he reached me.
"Having a nice crawl?" he asked, apparently amused. Childishly, I stuck my tongue out at him.
"I tripped on a patch of ice, if you want to know," I grumbled. I watched his expression, annoyed, as he tried to keep a straight face.
"You're lucky I heard you yell, barely. Honestly, couldn't you scream louder?" I made a sour face.
"Look, can you take me home or what?" I growled.
"Okay, okay! That is, if you can sit down." A chuckle escaped his lips as he picked me up and sat me down on his lap. I whimpered in pain. Boy, did it hurt! I looked up at him. His amusement had disappeared and disapproval etched in his face.
"Why in the world were you doing out here alone anyway? Especially at this time of night?" he asked.
"I wanted to take a walk. I couldn't go to sleep." I answered, realizing how foolish I was. He shook his head and dropped the subject. He started the motorcycle and drove me back home. The wind and cold bit my face angrily, almost trying to tear it off. As I wished that it would stop, we slowed to a stop at Charlie's house. Jacob picked me up and carried me over his shoulder, inside, ignoring my protests. He then laid me down on the couch.
"Now, I need to get back to the pack, so stay put and don't hurt yourself. Sam won't like it if I had to abandon my duties again." He said sternly. I drooped my head, embarrassed.
"Sorry," I mumbled. His expression softened and he bade good-bye. He closed the door behind him in a soft whooshing noise. I laid on my side on the couch, listening to the motorcycle drive away into the distance and before it was out of earshot, I had fallen asleep.