A.N. This is my third imprint story, I absolutely love them, can you tell? Ok, so, I got this really great idea for a Leah imprint story, and I had to write it! This is just the prelude, the next chapter should be up soon! So I hope you guys like it! Please review, and I own nothing, but the plot and the characters you don't see in the Twilight books. Now, without further adieu, please enjoy.
Love, what a stupid word, a stupid emotion too. Who needed love? It just ended up hurting you in the end anyway. Why do people believe in it? Even if it doesn't believe in them, believe in their happiness, their well-being. Love only takes, it never gives. It takes your heart, then it takes your freedom, what do you get out of love?… Nothing, that is the answer, absolutely nothing.
Leah Clearwater, yup that was me, the bitch of the entire pack. The one and only female dog, and the biggest pain in the neck around. Sure, I wasn't always like that, but around the males, what else was the sole female to do? I sure as hell wasn't going to let them get to me, no flippin' way! I had pride, and if anyone ever challenged it, they would end up looking like minced meat. No one messed with Leah Clearwater without a good ass kicking, no one… except that one pain the ass that had to come ruin my rep. The one who made my cold, broken self, feel that vile emotion. The one I told myself to disperse of long ago after the Sam incident. That despicable emotion… love.
My story starts off like most stories do. I had a great life, a great boyfriend, awesome parents, a caring brother. I think the one thing that didn't change was my brother, he has always been there, even through the tough times where I lost everything, where we lost everything. He never stopped smiling, I didn't know how it was possible, because I couldn't smile anymore. Not after everything that has happened.
First in the long chain of horrible events, my cousin, Emily, came for a visit, well, that visit turned into her never leaving the place because she had to go and imprint with my first love, my boyfriend at the time, Sam Uley. I loved that stupid man, yes, strange I know, but I loved him, and she had to go and take it away from me. I was bitter because of it, bitter to the very core of my being. I forgave Emily of course, she had always been like a sister to me, and I could never hate her, but I hated Sam. Hated him for hurting me this way. I knew he felt guilty about it, I could hear it in his thoughts every damned day, but I didn't care, he should. I wanted him to feel at least an ounce of the pain I had felt, at least a little bit.
Second, my father died of a heart attack. I had always been close to my father, the pain of losing him was a heavy blow, probably even worse than Sam and Emily shacking up. He was my rock, my safe harbor. He helped me through losing Sam, and I was starting to feel a lot better about the situation, then he left me. He left me all alone in the world. I was so lost, I didn't know what to do anymore, so I hid it all away, I kept all the pain, betrayal, hate, sadness, locked up inside of me to never come out again. I didn't want to feel it anymore, it was too much for me to handle. Yet there was Seth.
Sure, our father's death changed him, but he stayed strong. He stayed strong for his sister who couldn't, and for his mother who was broken. I felt sorry for the kid, but I clung to him, clung to his warmth that he had inherited from our father. Without Seth, I don't know where I would be now, probably dead, ya, that sounded about right. Without Seth, I'd be dead.
Now, quite a few years have passed, and my mother was moving on, she was now dating Charlie Swan, the chief of police in Forks. I liked Charlie, and he was doing a world of good for my mom, I was happy for them, but I was still the same. I was still cold and distant from everyone, even my mother. The only one who kept me from offing myself was Seth. Yet now, he had imprinted as well, leaving me to fend for myself as my mother and brother moved on, but I stayed the same. It was like I was just stuck, doomed to stay in the world of depression and darkness I had built around me. That was my safe harbor now, because there was no one else to cling too, they were all moving on, leaving me in the dust. There was nothing else for me to do, I was a lost cause.
That was until that fateful day, the day I was saved. The day that man reached into my little pool of depression and dragged me to shore. I could breathe again, I could smile again, and I could love again. He was my savior, and I owed him everything, but could give him nothing but myself, and my precious heart that I strived to protect. It was all I had, but yet, it was enough for him.
Now here is the story, of the man that saved me, and I feel sorry for him, looking back on it now, I was a real bitch. But that's me, Leah Clearwater, the bitch of the entire pack.