I heard this song, when I got the new Superchick CD (Their lyrics are ahmazing!) Its called Hold (Hence the title).

I thought up a story after this song, cause I thought the song really could be talking about how Leah needs Jake to help her.

So anyways, I don't own anything... cuz I'm a loser...

Hold

Tell me that it's gonna be okay

tell me that you'll help me find my way

tell me you can see the light of dawn is breaking

tell me that it's gonna be all right

tell me that you'll help me fight this fight

tell me that you won't leave me alone in this

Cause I need

I need a hand to hold

to hold me from the edge

the edge I'm sliding over slowly

Cause I need

I need your hand to hold

to hold me from the edge

the edge I'm sliding past

hold on to me.

Tell me I can make it through this day

I don't even have the words to pray

you have been the only one who never left me.

Help me find the way through all my fears

help me see the light through all my tears

help me see that I am not alone in this.

"I'm thinking lately" I told him. He turned to me, looking alarmed. "I know that I don't know everything right now, but I've decided on Kari if it's a girl." I said looking into his chocolate eyes, hoping to find that ever present expression of acceptance and protection. He graced me with that look, and reached across the void between us on the couch and took my small hands in his big ones.

"You can name it whatever you want Leah, as long as it's appropriate. There will be no Polly Esther or it's initials spelling something something bad." He said and I smiled a little. I seemed to me doing a lot more of that lately. And that was only due to Jacob. But that's not the beginning of my story.

I'm going to assume that you know I turned into a freak-of-nature werewolf a little less than a year ago. And after all of that Cullen drama I had become Beta for Jake's separate pack. Well life had pretty much calmed down after all that; Jake had an imprinting scare with that little Cullen brat but it turned out to be nothing.

I even started taking classes at the community college. I wasn't sure what I was going to end up doing with my life at the time, but my life was looking up and I was finally feeling happiness again.

I was a nineteen-year-old with a dream, and freedom. I wasn't constantly bombarded with the crap loaded on me from the pack. I patrolled when it was my turn, and came occasionally to pack meetings, but I wasn't always involved in it like the hormonal teenage boys were. Embry and Quill joined Jake's pack, so I wasn't as needed as before. I was still Beta, but I had freedoms, and I loved them.

I even had new friends, outside of the reservation. I had met them from the community college, and had gone to parties with them, and just plain hung-out with my new friends. I felt normal, I did normal things like study for tests, go out for coffee, and flirt with cute guys.

But I didn't miss the looks I got from a certain werewolf in my pack. The way his eyes lingered over my body, and how he made me laugh when no one else could. I knew there was something between Jacob and I, but I kept telling myself that he was only sixteen, and I was nineteen. Not only is it illegal, but it's just wrong. So I stuck with my older boys.

It was a Thursday, I remember it was raining that afternoon. But that night, when it happened, it was barely drizzling. It was a full moon, I could see it peeping through the leaves of the trees as I lay there. I had been at a party that night, up until 11:41 when I left to go to the little store in the reservation to pick up milk for home. I was walking back home with the milk in tow when it happened.

I felt hands pull at my dress. It was ripped from my body. I was cold and afraid. I couldn't think, looking back I should have phased, but everything happened too fast. It's mostly a blur to me, but the searing pain I remember. I felt like I was ripping. I felt myself shaking, but not in anger, in fear. Which is something I had never done before.

When he was done, he just got up and ran off. He didn't say anything the entire time but one word.

"Leah"

He didn't really say it, it was more like moaning. He was liking it, I could tell. It didn't even really seem like a rape. He didn't talk to me dirty, he didn't do anything but... Well, it.

I lay on the cold forest floor, completely naked for I don't know how long. I could see the sky turning, as a sign of dawn when I finally stood up and phased to get back home as quick as I could. I ran strait to my room and into my bathroom, curling up inside the bathtub.

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