Making Me Forget
I hate La Push. I hate La Push. I HATE La Push.
In case you couldn't guess...I hate La Push. It just has too many painful memories, the most painful being the death of my mother who I was so very close to. She's gone. It's been years, yet the tragedy of it all still hasn't sunk in. I don't think it ever will.
My first year of college is over with and since I haven't come home for any holidays dad is making me come home for summer. Joy.
I pull up to see my dad and Jake waiting on the front porch. Before I even get out of the car Jake excitedly wheels my dad down to where I am. The first thing I notice is how big Jacob has gotten and it catches me off guard.
"Oh my god...Jake. You're huge! What happened?...Wait are you on drugs? Dad, is he on drugs?" I ramble.
My dad chuckles. "No he is not on drugs. Now come give your old man a hug."
I give my dad a warm smile. He always did try his best for us after mom past, and I don't blame him for me hating La Push. "I missed you dad." I whisper as I reach down and give him a hug.
"I missed you too Rach." He whispers back.
"What about me? Was I not missed?" Jacob pouts.
I laughed and go to give him a hug too. "Of course you were missed, but I know that isn't what you want. You want presents."
"Well now that you mention it..." Jake says.
I laugh again. "Well if you help me take my stuff inside maybe you will get some." I bribe.
"Good enough for me!" He says and hauls all my bags from the truck and trudges inside.
"So big..." I mumble as I follow Jake and my dad inside.
After the distribution of presents and settling back into my old room I head downstairs. I hear a bunch of yelling and as soon as I round the corner I see a couple guys sitting on the couch with Jake. I chuckle and decide that I should go on a much needed walk.
As I'm about to head out the door something huge rams into me, almost knocking me over. After a moment of shock I realize it's another guy.
"Hey! Watch where you're going!"
"Hey! Watch where you're going!" We both spit in unison.
His annoyed face turns into a stare. As if he is a blind man seeing the light for the first time.
"Ummm...Hello?" I say waving my hand in front of his face.
Our little tumble alerted the guys to our current situation and I hear one of them say something.
"Imprinted!" the one says, as another guy elbows him in the gut. I grow intruiged and confused at what the boy said , but I hear the "staring" guy speak and it snaps me back to reality.
"Uh, um. S—so-sorrry. I'm Paul. Paul Lahote. You must be Rachel, Jacob's brother." He stutters.
"Yes. I am. And I was just about to go on a walk, so if you will excuse me..." I start. I notice his well-defined chest and will myself that this thing I'm feeling is merely a physical attraction and nothing more. I cannot fall in love at La Push. Nope. Not gonna happen.
He stops me again, this time on purpose. "Hey, I really am sorry." He says sincerely.
I pull my arm out of his grip and see a hurt look flash across his face. "Sure." I mumble before turning around and heading out the door for my walk.