Leah
Sam loved Leah. Leah brings Emily. Sam falls for Emily. Sam dumps Leah. Leah becomes useless to Sam.
How could Sam do that to me? And Emily? We were like sisters!
I sat on the couch watching "The Notebook". As if this damn romance stuff doesn't drive me into an early grave. Mom was shopping in Seattle, Dad was getting cold in his grave and Seth was hanging with the pack. I fucking hate love. I'm so sick of listening to Sam's every though of Emily, Jared on Kim, Paul on Rebecca, and Quil with Claire. The girl is two years old! I hate being alone. I hate the pain in my heart. I hate my own life. I'm a genetic dead end!
True love my ass.
Maybe death would be better than life.
I got up from the couch. Without even thinking, I picked up the vase that was sitting on the coffee table and threw it at the T.V. and started screaming. Then I was crying.
"Damn you, SAM ULEY!" I yelled.
This was too much for me to handle. If I have to look at another happy couple, I swear to God, on my father's grave, I WILL DIE.
Better yet, I go on and do the damn deed myself. It's not like the pack would care. I don't blame them. I was a total bitch to all of them, bringing up some things that better left forgotten. Like Sam and me.
Yeah, I'll just go kill myself.
But first, there's something I needed to do before I die.
Later….
I phased into a wolf in order to get to Jake's house a lot faster. It was only what 5 minutes of running.
I turned back into human, but I was now naked. It really doesn't matter anymore, its not like I'll need clothes for what I'm about to do.
Jacob came to the door. The only thing he was wearing was those cut off jeans.
"Leah?" He said. "What are you doing here and why are you naked?"
I took a deep breath. "I want you to screw me."
Jacob's eyes went wide. "..."
I smack my lips. "Do I have to spell it out? I. WANT. YOU. TO. SCREW. ME."
In frustration, I kissed him roughly. If I was going to kill myself, then I need to make this a quickie.
He hesitated for a moment before slipping his tongue into my mouth. Jake grabs my butt roughly and I moaned in his mouth. I nearly lost it when Jake grinds his pelvis into mines. I was pulling his hair, trying to get closer to him when he lifted me easily, backing us into the kitchen. The only sounds were the panting of our breath, the wet sound of our lips meeting over and over. He sat me on the counter, his tongue sliding deeper into my mouth as he moved closer.
I pushed my hips toward Jake, wanting him inside of me. "Please…" I managed to utter.
He thrust into me fast and hard. My head fell back, banging against the cabinet as he began pounding into me.
He scooped his arm under my one knee, lifting it and holding it to the side to spread me further. His other arm was a tight band around my back, his hand cupping my backside. I was bracing my weight with one hand, the other alternating scratching at his back in bliss and pulling his hair as he grunted with the effort.
He was filling me again and again, and our moans were getting louder. Suddenly his hips became more frenzied, thrusting faster and harder each time. When his mouth moved back to mine, I bit his lip as he drove me closer to the edge. My right heel was digging into his backside trying to bring him impossibly closer.
"J-Jake… please…" I panted.
"So tight…" Jake groans.
His fingers moved in circles around the sensitive nub, gently pinching me. I cried out, about to fall over the edge, when I felt his teeth and lips close over my nipple. I let out a scream as all the feelings zigzagging through my body coalesced right between my thighs and caused me to explode in thigh-quivering bliss.
I felt dizzy. And incredibly hot.
This was the best I ever had. Jake was way better than Sam. Then again it's been three years since I got laid.
"Damn Leah," Jacob panted, tracing a finger on my cheek. I look down at the counter. If only I could tell him. "Something wrong?"
"No," I lied.
"Leah,"
"Just drop it," I muttered. I ran to the door before the idiot was blocking me. "Can you please move?"
"You're just going to leave like that?" Jake asked.
"Fine." I said. "I'll go get some of Rachael's old clothes. Happy?" I'll sneak out of the window. When I got to the room, I quickly closed the door on Jacob's face.
"Hey!"
"Whatever." I said.
I went out the window and phased into wolf. I was undecided if I wanted to die as Leah Clearwater the human or Leah Clearwater the grey wolf? I guess human Leah should get one more chance before death.
By the time I got to the edge of the cliff, the waves were getting stronger by the strong wind and the rain. The cliffs were like a black knife, edging against the sky. The image of me falling, spiraling figures was still vivid in my mind. The ocean sounded very far away, somehow farther than before, when I was on the path in the trees. I grimaced when I thought of the temperature of the water.
But wasn't going to let that stop me.
I step out closer to the edge, keeping my eyes on the empty space in front of me. My toes felt ahead blindly, caressing the edge of the rock when they encounter it. I felt the sharp edge of the rock cut the bottom of my foot. I leaned forward, crouching to get more spring…
And I flung myself off this cliff.
I screamed as I was falling in the open air like some meteor. The water was icy, colder than I'd expected, but I didn't care. When the currents finally caught me, I plunged deeper into the dark ocean. Even under water, the waves were fighting over me, jerking me back and forth.
Death has finally claimed me.
Jacob
I heard the window break in Rachael's old room. I busted the door down only to find that Leah took off.
"Leah!" I called.
There was a piece of paper on the bed, it reads:
Jake, I know I gave you and the pack a hard time, especially Sam. I just couldn't stand it. It was too much for me to handle. But it would be best for everyone to live his or her lives without me. And I wanted to say is that I love you. Death would be better than life.
Sorry, Leah.
Death would be better than life. I phased into wolf and followed her scent. When I got to the cliffs, I could hear her crying.
"Sorry if you hate me." She said to herself.
And then she took a large leap off the cliff.
On instinct, rushed after her and to a jump off the cliff. The fall was fast as I phased back to human. As soon as I hit the surface of the water, the currents pushes me into underwater. To a normal human, being in these water has to be extremely cold. But this was like bathwater to me.
I saw Leah going deeper into the darkness of the ocean floor. I quickly swam, trying to reach for her. Finally, I grab her by her arm, pulling Leah closer to my chest and swam straight for the surface.
I pull us to the shore. I turn her around to her back.
I have to save her! She couldn't just die! Not now! So I started to perform CPR. I push hard on her chest then gave her mouth-to-mouth. Her lips were so cold and hard. Laying my head to her chest, I didn't hear anything.
"Breathe!" My voice was fill with anxiety, wild, and order. I kept on doing this until the water was pouring from out of her mouth. She caught her breath and gasped, jerking forward with her chest.
She was breathing, slowly and labor, but still she was breathing. Again, I lay my head against her chest, relieved.
She groaned.
"What the hell were you thinking?" I asked.
"That I wanted to die." She said. "I though that it was clear when I jumped off the cliff."
"But you could have told me." I said. She rolls her eyes. Typical Leah.
"You wouldn't understand." She said bitterly.
I place my hand under her chin to force her to look at me. Those soft brown eyes held so much pain and suffering because of a simple heartbreak. She was fighting back the tears.
"Don't treat me like I'm glass." She said.
"Oh honey. Its okay to break." I said.
Leah started to hit me with all of her force, but it was useless against me. I pull her into my arms for embrace. She stops and does something that would shock the whole world: crying. The tough Leah Clearwater was crying.
"I hate you."
"No, you don't." I said. "You love me."
"God, you are so annoying, do anyone tell you that?" She asked. I could see a smile on her face.
"I tell myself all the time." I laughed.
After a long silence, she finally has spoken. "Maybe I should go home."
"You should stay with me." I said, still holding her. "Until you can think straight."
"Sounds okay. And Jake?"
"Yeah?"
"You're right. I do love you."
"So do I. Leah, I love you too."
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