"Jake, stop!" I said laughing. I tried to squirm away from him.
"Put me down!" I cried.
"Never!" he said stepping closer to me, tickling me at my sensitive spots. "Not until you say that I am the sexiest man alive." he said with a grin.
"No! I am not going to feed your inflated ego anymore, than I have to." I shot back playfully.
"Than I am not going to stop tickling you." he said tickling me even harder.
"Fine." I said gasping for air. "You are the sexiest man alive! Happy?"
"Happy enough." he said smiling as he released his arm from me.
"God, you don't play fair." I whined.
"I never do sweetheart." he said smiling.
"God, you are such a kid sometimes." I teased.
"Likewise, Leah." he shot back.
Today is a good day for us. It's been a long time that we been really playful with each other. It's been a while in our relationship that we been really happy.
I reached to push away, the hair that fell to his face. I brushed his cheeks softly. This is the Jacob that I love.
His usual hard eyes, are now soft.
"I love you." I said softly.
"I love you too." he replied.
Today is a good day, until he said the next words.
"Honey, I am sorry to ruin this special moment but I got to meet my buddies at the bar. We made plans to go out tonight. Are you going to be okay on your own?" he asked.
I nodded. I hate it when he goes out. He usually comes home drunk and than we have all sorts of problems.
"Thanks, babe. See you later tonight." he said as he kissed me in the cheeks.
"I love you." I said. "Don't be home too late."
"Love you too, babe." he said. "Today is a good day." he said before he walked out the door to hang out with his buddies.
Yes it was. I thought. Until you decided to go out and drink with your buddies.
I sighed. I walked over to the couch and turned on the TV. I flipped through the channels trying to find one that I would be interested in. But my mind wasn't thinking about TV shows to watch. But instead I am thinking about a lot of other things. I am thinking about my past. It's been three years since I left La Push. It's been three years that Sam, my high school sweetheart had broke up with me for Emily, my cousin. It's been three years ago, that I found out the truth about some of the certain people of my hometown. Some of the people back home have the werewolf genes.
Two and half years ago I met Jacob and started to dating him. I never told him any of my past. It hurt too damn much to tell someone.
I sighed once again. There was nothing on TV that really interest me.
***** seven hours later 12;00 am.
"I am home." Jake drawled out as he stumbled inside the house loudly. He woke me up in an instant.
"Baby, I am back." he singed.
I groaned, as I rubbed my eyes. Here we go again. Another round.
"I miss you." he slurred putting his arms around me.
I shook his hands off. I don't like him drunk.
"I miss you too Jake." I said trying not to wince at his alcohol drenched breath.
Than I saw the hickies on his neck. It was nothing new really. It is definitely not the first time I noticed them.
"Leah." he slurred. "I need you." he said pushing me into the wall and kissed me.
I winced at his breath. This was not the Jake I love. I cant have sex with Jake.
I pushed him away. "No, Jake!" I said. "Not now!"
"Why not?" he demanded. "Why not now? Have you been cheating on me?" he accused his eyes blazing with anger.
"No." I cried. "I never cheated on you! You're the one who's been out cheating on me! I should be the one questioning you! I am not blind Jake! I see hickies on your neck! I know you are cheating on me with those girls."
"Maybe, your not good enough." he said. "Maybe I need more. Maybe I am not satisfied."
Those words hurt me. I held my tears back.
"I am not going to get into it with you." I said. "Not another fight. God damn it, I cant handle it anymore. I am tired, Jacob. Good night." I said walking away.
"Don't walk away from me, you slut!" he screamed.
"Don't call me that!" I yelled. "I am not a slut. And if you think I am than you are a hypocrite. I am not the one going to the bar with my buddies and getting drunk and picking up girls."
He raised his hand and slapped me hard on my cheeks.
My face is burning from the hit.
"Don't talk to me like that!"
"No, you don't talk to me like that!" I shot back
"I hate you!" he shouted.
"I hate you too!" I shouted back walking off tired of all the fights.
(Alterative)
"Hey, Leah." Sam said coming home from work. "How's my lovely wife?"
"I am good Sam." I said reaching up to kiss him. "How's work?"
"Good." he said. "I had a good day today. But I miss my wife."
"I missed you too." I said. "You hungry? The roast chicken is almost done."
"Sound's good." he said. "I am going to wash upstairs to wash my face."
"Sam?"
"What?"
"Your mom called. She invited us to lunch tomorrow."
"Sounds good." he said. "Leah, after dinner, I have a surprise for you."
So, what do you think? Sucess or a failure? Review please. And if it is good, than I will continue. I am really excited about this one.