Hey everyone, this is my first fanfic, so its kinda a learning curve for me if it sucks! Review as you like
My songs for this chapter is The Artist Vs Poet-Runaway and Lesley Roy-Im Gone Im Going
Chapter One: Free
Its difficult to lose someone you love isn't it? Even more so when your one own family is the person who takes him away from you. At least I thought Jacob would understand, when he thought he lost Bella the dude went ballistic, and went wolf for ages. I mean I don't blame him. Since I lost Sam to . . . her, the torment was impressed on me all the time. And it did not help when, when he left me, I shredded all my clothes and turned into a tripped out werewolf. The first female to do so. Im Leah Clearwater, here's my story after the supernatural world took me in, got me in its teeth and started to shake.
I was constantly surrounded by happy couples, imprinted couples, nothing reigned in, so the lovey dovey, frilly sickly sweet stuff was constantly in my life. Even my mom, Sue Clearwater, was at it! She's currently dating the bloodsuckers dad, Charlie Swan. He's okay enough, a bit gruff on the outsides, but he was one of my dad's bestfriends! And he didnt even die that long ago! He died when the flame haired bimbo leech came and scouted for her bloodsucking army she pressed all the right points for him to have a heart attack whilst in search for her, about a two years ago.
The pack were more than bored of my ever angry antics, and to be honest, i was bored of their lovey dovey selves. Its just the younger ones of Sam's pack, and my baby goofy brother Seth who havent imprinted. According to our legends their supposed to imprint only rarely, to keep the bloodlines pure and to pass on the wolf gene to our children so that they would have something to protect the tribe with.
All this I was thinking as I sat against my window looking out towards the ocean, longing to find myself, out in the world somewhere. When i was younger i used to dream of getting married and travelling the world with my husband, then going to college and getting my degree in teaching and help little tots learn their ABC's in the tribe kindergarten. Being so trapped here by the tribe, by the Jacobs pack, and surrounded by happiness when just felt anger, hurt and loneliness, I knew I was going to always be the odd one out. I was never going to find my happy ending, and I was always going to be the one who got dumped for her cousin Emily.
I could see the ocean, and the sun high set above the sky, since it was still around midday, and the extra shifts I'd pulled to escape the lovey dovey ness of Charlie coming over for dinner the previous night had me wide awake. It still haunted me in the dreams, all I would ever see is me and Sam together again, and when I woke up, the first thing I always had to whisper was, "It's not real". And those simple words were like an ice bucket tipping over my head, and would bring me back to reality. Before I could do anything else, I felt the world calling to me, and not the human one. The supernatural world was out there, and we knew that most of it was untouched. The leeches who look as though they've been sunburnt minus the tomato look told me that much, I mean, until the hybrid Goldilocks came along we didnt even know that male vamps werent sterile, as Dr. Fang thought.
My idea was to travel, see if the worldy experiances dont manage to distract me enough from my anger that was so much a part of me. Another one popped into my head, how the hell would I finance it? And where to go first? South. I did have some money saved up, and if i needed to I'd stay human. I'd go far, far away from him, and Jacob's thoughts about the hybrid, Quils thoughts about baby Claire, and the entire packs thoughts of how annoying I am when I do my internal grumbling.
By the time I had actually finished my idea of going, I was already moving around searching for my ID and any spare cash lying around. I shoved it into an oilskin waterproof bag, and threw in my cell, a pair of cut off jeans and a plain white tank top. I was never really one for fashion. Since there was no cash, I flew out the door at a run to the bank, flipping out my phone as I did so to leave a message for Seth. I always had been the fastest in both packs, and once I'd typed it out I was done, I was free. My message was simple. "Gone travelling, got my savings, dont wait up. I'll check in when I can. Tell mom I'll be home one day."
Once I had grabbed all my savings from the Quileute bank, I stripped and shoved the clothes in my bag, then phased on the fly, blocking out the surprised thoughts of Jacob and Seth. I sent Seth the only thought I would allow. " Check your phone". He would tell Jacob later. I turned up my speed, going the fastest I could push myself. In my head, it was my way of pushing myself to freedom.