Real Men Cry: A Jacob Black Fiction
By: Sweetzer
I could feel the tears pouring down on my face. I was a man, I shouldn't be crying. Yet here I was, balling, my eyes out over some… stupid girl. My Bella, his Bella, Bella. I loved her more then I loved my brothers. I would become vampire chow for that girl. She didn't care, though. She proved that when she chose him over me. I was healthy and natural. What was the leech? Beautiful and smart… Monstrous and insane… Every girl's dream.
The worst part of this whole mess was that I was crying right outside the blood sucker's front door. Surely he could hear me, he could hear everything… His nosy mind breached in to every one's but Bella's head. Thank god, she needed some sort of break from him. I had to take all the bad stuff sometimes, for Bella.
Like right now, she was laying in the giant Cullen house, pregnant. My nice, warm, human Bella was pregnant with a monster. That was exactly what I wanted, because now I felt like she'd taken that vampire's teeth and shoved 'em through my temples. I couldn't stand to look at her. It may have sucked to be away from her when she was in pain, but couldn't she let me go? Couldn't I let her go? No.
Something was keeping me near Bella, something was making me lie under this leech's tree and cry for Bella. Maybe I was still protecting her from the creatures that she lived with. But I knew that couldn't be true. Damn, Edward, for actually loving her back! I swear he just enjoys tearing my heart apart.
See, I actually thought Cullen was gay when he left Bells. I couldn't see any guy in this world leaving someone as perfect as her. So I decided that he was surely gay, and him and that Jasper guy ran off together. I mean, Alice came back, didn't she? But why not Jasper? Because he was clearly fruiting it up with Edward.
I hope you heard that, blood sucker, I thought in my head, feeling some comic relief from this whole mess.
To my surprise, Edward was right at his front window, scowling at me. I wiped my tears off my face and frowned right back at him. I didn't care if he came out and killed me for being the good guy. He needed to hear himself being made fun of. Then he might seem more human to me.
Edward was just sighing and shaking his head. What was his problem? I soon realized what he was doing. One of his long, pale hands was pointing towards the thick forest. I looked over and saw the wolf face of Leah Clearwater popping out of a bush. I heard her whine a little, and knew that she was getting tired so it must've been my turn to run patrol. I didn't get any sleep, though. I was to busy crying… What a pansy I am…
"Coming, Leah," I yelled. I didn't look back at the house as I walked away. It would just remind me of who was in side.