I made this story SUCH a long time ago, like *Looks on date listed on Wattpad* whoa... two freaking years ago. I don't usually like Twilight but I made this as a joke at first but it drew a lot of people in, so I thought "eh, what the hell," so I posted the first four chapters and tied them together. Mind this: I didn't put 100% in this like I do with my other story. :) So sorry if it sucks, if it does, well the constitution allows you write in the comment box. Thoughts? I want to compare this piece of work to my recent one.
I wasted another minute staring at the photo in my hand, hesitant to put it back in the drawer. It made me smile and cry at the same time, seeing how happy Jacob made me when he lifted me off the ground in a hug but also reminding me that we would never share those moments again. "Take it," May insisted. "Cause we both know you're going to regret leaving it behind."
"Why?" I argued, my grip tightening around the frame, my knuckled turning whiter than my usual pale skin. "I hate Jake, he's the reason I'm leaving the damn place. I don't need to add to painful memories I already have." I was surprised at her response.
"I'm proud of you, Marisol." I looked up at May, her smile was so contagious. She wore a huge grin on her smooth white face, one that couldn't be copied even though I tried. "You gave love a chance, and even though you we're slapped in the face in the end, you got up and continued to love him."
"I was stupid," I disagreed, slamming the picture down. I guess my true anger was showing because when it crashed onto the desk, the glass broke, shards flew everywhere, including the floor.
"Stupid?" May questioned, giving me a skeptical look. Her willow green eyes, great for glaring, would narrow and her left, thin brown brow would rise while the other would stay the same. I never saw anyone else do it like she could. "Stupid? Yes, you can be. But not for pursuing Jacob. I bet it was the bravest thing you ever done, well second to this."
"Running away?" I sarcastically shot back, May shook her head and laid her hand on my shoulder, making me shiver because of her icy cold touch.
"Moving on," she replied smoothly before disappearing before my eyes. But I still heard her voice echo in my dim lit room, "you walked away and I know how hard that is for you to do. But just because you gave up doesn't mean you're weak. You're still the fighter I knew you were before, just a wiser one. You came here, took an opportunity, gained more experience, and over all grew stronger." We both looked down at the fame which I flipped over to see the picture inside. "Jacob should remind you of that," she whispered, swiping her transparent finger over his face. "That's why you should take this, a symbol of your strength." I showed her small smiled, taking the picture from the frame and held it in my hand.
"It still makes me mad," I said to May. I felt a cold breeze pass me, I looked behind me and saw May walk over to the window next to the bed across the room, peering through the curtains. I slid the photo into the front pocket of my black backpack, next to my red iPod.
"Why wouldn't it?" I sat down on my bed, my legs were feeling weak and I was afraid I'd collapse. "That idiot did nothing but hurt you, he knows that, which is why he should suffer. You didn't deserve the hell he put you through. You learned your lessons, he should, too." May appeared next to me. "He doesn't deserve you anymore and he's going to learn that in a very short time when he realizes you aren't coming back." May moved to the window again, tilting her head against the glass, her long maple brown hair falling over her shoulders. "You will be leaving soon, so you should start writing that note to your mother before Taylor picks you up." I pulled out my red, flat flip phone from my jean's pocket to look at the time; it was very close to one so I only had ten minutes to write, I didn't think that was much time since I had so much to say to the bitch. My room was right next to the stairs; I wasted no minute rushing down them to the kitchen which was on my left. I pulled out a piece of paper from one of my notebooks lying on the kitchen table. "I don't know what to write," I hoarsely admitted. I was on the verge of tears remembering all the shit she put me through, so maybe I did have a few ideas to mention in the letter but I didn't know how to start.
"Then don't," May suggested, looking at the purple marker in my hand. "Why even bother with her? She probably won't care anyways; actually she'd probably be happy that you decided the leave. Maybe that was her goal these past sixteen years, to make you hate her so much that you'd run away from her money that she can now spend carelessly." That angered me, not May, the truth. These past sixteen years she did nothing but ruin my life, moving me away from my friends to suffer endless rain and cold away from the sunshine back in California I missed so much. I wrote in large, bold letters I'M GONE, GOOD JOB. I slammed the marker down next to my textbook and sat in one of the chairs.
"So short and yet so strong." May muttered next to me, looking over my shoulder to read the note. "Describes you perfectly!" I couldn't help but share a grin with her, I was proud of myself for being so simple instead of getting too carried away in writing. I made my point clear. I pulled out my phone and looked over my messages, my eyes started to sting when I finished reading the last one sent from an angry Jacob. "You should leave it behind," I looked up at May whose eyes were staring at my phone. "If you leave it behind then you'd be cutting off all connections that anyone on this reservation has with you, making a new start easier." I knew May was right, my mother would be furious with me, probably because she would be the one to blame instead of me now, and won't stop harassing me until I'm back 'home' where she'll give me the worse beating in my life. Jacob and the rest of his friends would say some sweet things to me so I would come back thinking they'd finally be nice to me again only to be proven wrong. I don't know why they would even try; maybe they find it enjoyable to make me cry, not that I'd cry in front of them. But they'd still try. So I put my phone on the piece of paper underneath my writing.
I jumped out of me seat when someone pounded on the front door. I looked to the window and ducked to the tile ground when I saw a shadow come towards it. "Merris?"
I uncovered my eyes and smiled when I saw it was Seth who had called my name from outside. I shakily stood up, walked into the entry way and opened the front door, hugging a wet Seth. When I let go, I whined because my black tank top underneath my tee shirt could be seen. I shouldn't have worn white but then again I wasn't expecting guest.
"Shouldn't you be in school?" I asked, grabbing my red coat from the coat closet. I lead Seth out to the porch before he could enter the kitchen, I didn't want him to see the note I wrote down, he didn't know of my plans to leave. I didn't tell anyone, especially not Seth. It would hurt him and ruin the trust I shared with him.
"I should be asking you the same thing," Seth replied, flashing me a smile that made me sigh. I would miss his, so much. He was the sweetest kid I knew, never once had he given me a hard time. He offered hugs and company, that's what I loved about him so much. He put me before his own needs, even when everyone was giving him hell for it. I would miss him so much. "What's with the sad face?"
"Just thinking about how I can always count on you," I gave him another hug; I had to look up so gaze up into his dark eyes because he was so tall. He ran his hand through my black hair, the same color as his except mine was straighter. "Thanks for coming, I needed someone to say good bye to." He looked down at me, his confusion obvious. "I'll be leaving in soon, my cousin is picking me up to go shopping." I left out the part about her and I shopping after we landed on the other side of the country. If I didn't then he'd defiantly start asking questions.
"So you're ditching school to go shopping?" Seth asks, sitting down on the porch steps. I shrugged and he stares at me skeptically.
"I haven't seen her a while, she's close to town and promised some personal time with me before she leaves today." I felt horrible lying to Seth but I couldn't get him involved with this, he had to be just as clueless as everyone else. But I tried to manipulate the words a little bit so most of it would be true, Taylor did promise me some re-bonding time, though she wasn't my cousin. Mom and Dad both didn't have siblings, making it impossible to have any cousins at all. That would make it a little difficult for mom to find me then (if she did tried, which I doubted), giving me a good amount of time to start a new identity.
"Well before you go, I want to give you your birthday gift." Seth pulled out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to me. I burst out in tears when I opened it. Seth had printed out a picture of me kissing the nose of the sweetest sandy furred wolf, Seth in his wolf form. It was the cutest thing I ever saw. "You don't like it?" He asked, holding my tiny, trembling body.
"I love it," I whispered, sobbing more after. I held the picture close to my heart; it will be my most cherished possessions of all. "Why are you giving it to me now when my birthday is on Wednesday?" I mumbled, wiping my nose with my sleeve. It was disgusting, I'd never do it in public, but with Seth I couldn't care. He never criticized me.
He smiled and ran his hand down my hair, rubbing my back slowly. "After what happened between you and Jake last night I thought you needed some cheering up, I couldn't wait the two days cause I thought you'd actually leave like you said." I closed my eyes and cried harder, until it was getting hard to breathe. "You're actually leaving, aren't you?" I couldn't look up at him and say it to his face. I just nodded while looking down at the soggy ground. He didn't say anything for a long time, I knew I disappointed him.
"I'm sorry," was all I could say before crying into his shoulder. His firm arms wrapped around me, his chin resting on my head.
"Don't be," he whispered. I could his voice crack, "its better that you get away from this place anyways. Will you be happy?" I snuggled closer to him, opening my eyes though my vision was blurry due to the tears I kept in.
"Very," I mumbled into his chest. "I have a friend that's letting me stay at her house, her father loves me, always treated me like his own. I can't wait to see him again." I look up and see his eyes just as wet as mine, I lift up my thumb and wipe away his tears. "I'm going to be wanted again, loved, and cared for. I'm finally going to be happy." I push away from his chest and stood up, folding his present into my coat pocket before zipping it, then stepped onto the wet grass, Seth following me. "I love you Seth, you've always been there for me even though the whole pack beat you up for it. I'm sorry you went through that because of me." Seth put his finger on my lips to silence me.
"Don't be," he pulled me into another hug which I returned gratefully. "You're worth it." My throat was dry and I choked up, I tightened my grasp around Seth, I never wanted to let him go. "I wish you didn't have to leave," I let my arms go limp. I didn't want him to talk me out of this, I wanted to finally be free of Jacob's grasp. "But I know you have to. Just promise me that we'll see each other again?" I looked up and almost died inside, they were sweet yet so sad.
"One day," I mumbled. I couldn't speak any longer cause I'd cry again. I needed to be ready for Taylor, I needed to leave soon before anyone else could hurt me. "I swear on my father's grave I'll come back here." He smiled down at me and surprised me, by kissing me. Not on the forehead or cheek like any brother do but on the lips. I didn't know what to say, I just gaped up at him when he stopped.
"I don't regret that," my eyes widened when he said this. "Marisol, life's unpredictable so I have to be prepared to change my plans. You taught me that when we first met. I didn't expect to fall in love with you, hard not to with that lovable personality you have, but you being Jake's imprint made you off limits, even though he doesn't want you. But I did fall for you, harder than I expected, faster, too. I didn't fight it, I thought that someday Jake would win Bella and then you and I could happen but we never did. Now that your going, I couldn't let you go without knowing my feelings." I didn't reply, instead I crash my lips onto his. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he lifted me up so I wouldn't be on my toes. I couldn't help but cry at the same time, it was perfect.
"I'd stay," his grasp on my waist tightened. "But this could never happen." I let go and he let me drop on the ground, I stared into his eyes and firmly held both his hands. "Jake would never allow it."
"He can't control you life anymore!" He pleaded. I laid my head onto his shoulder.
"But he could kill you, after what happened last night, he wouldn't hesitate to kill me, too. Its better I just leave, I promise I'll visit and we'll make this work once Jake's out of the picture, you're too good of a guy to leave behind." He pushed my banes aside from my face. "Thank you again, for everything. I don't think I would have lasted as long as I have without you." He kissed me again and I dug my hands into his hair but we were interrupted when we heard someone pull up in the drive. I jumped, worried it wasn't who I thought it was but sighed when I saw an unfamiliar black Cadillac SUV pulling up on the dirt road. I knew it wasn't supposed to be anyone from here so I should've been Taylor, I was right. She rolled down the driver's seat window, smiling at me then glaring at Seth.
"Jacob?" She asked her voice dangerously low. Seth shook his head and stepped forward to her, extending his hand.
"Seth Clearwater," he introduced, earning a slight grin from Taylor.
"Nice to meet you," she replied, I gave her a warning look which she didn't notice it, instead Taylor turns to me a moment after. "Ready to go?" She asks, I nodded. I gave Seth another hug before walking around the big truck and stepping into the passenger side. "Seth," Taylor called out, "I can't thank you enough for what you've done for Merris." I waved good bye to him as Taylor drove out of the driveway. Seth ran back into the woods across from my pathetic little cabin that I used to live in.
"You can throw your backpack into the back." I did then I looked up at the blond. I was surprised that Seth didn't recognize her when she puled up, she gets so confused with Taylor Swift that I lost count after eighty or so times. Plus with her name Taylor, it only makes it funnier. The only thing she's missing is the voice, oh boy, when she sings she could very well make you def.
"I'm so happy your coming back to Maryland with me, " Taylor stated, picking up her iPhone and tapping her newly manicured nails onto the screen. I had to grin, she was just as fast at texting as I am. Not even a second later her furious tapping stopped when she dropped the device in her lap. "I promise you won't regret this."
"I know I won't," I grumbled. "So whats the plan?" I asked her, I needed to know when
Taylor unexpectedly stopped the car. I head jolted up, away from the window I was leaning on, and looked towards the beach which Taylor was staring at. "Do you know that girl? The one who's coming towards us?" I looked closer and I recognized her immediately, the three scars on her cheek gave her identity away.
"That's Emily," I mumbled, sinking into my seat so Emily couldn't possibly see me. "Sam's fiance." Taylor looked back down at me, her blue eyes we're asking the questions, not her mouth. "Jacob's friend." She glared back at Emily, who I thought didn't deserve it but I was no mood to talk. I just wanted to get the hell away from there, which we did thankfully because Taylor pushed the gas pedal and sped out of the small reservation before Emily could reach us.
"Wish we had more time, I really wanted to surf on those waves." I heard Taylor mutter while we drove on the lonely road to the air port. While Taylor was texting on her phone, I took the opportunity to turn on the radio. My hand was swatted away after I had succeeded. The volume was turned down instantly and Taylor's blue eyes focused deeply at me, keeping a stead place on the road. "Now don't you dare change the subject on me like you did to me last night, what the hell went down last night?" I looked at the glass, trying not to show her the tears forming in my eyes. "You do know there is such thing as a reflection, right? You're crying, why?"
"You know already." I whispered, my voice was cracking.
"No, I don't!" She sharply shouted. "You called me only two days ago asking me to get you the hell out of there. Nothing else, I want to know, now! Not some short summary, I need to god damn details!" I flinched at her voice, which was loud and obviously angry. "I'm sorry, Merry Bear." She lowered her voice, hoping to calm me down using a nickname that she was only allowed to call me. "It's just, I never seen you so upset before. You've always been so cheery, bright, so happy. Now all of a sudden you went May on me. Do you know how much that hurts me? I don't want to lose another friend. Please, let me in." Now she was the one whose voice was cracking.
I took a deep breath, sniffled, and wiped my nose on my sleeve. "I caught Jacob with Bella again," Taylor gave me a questioning look. "No, he wasn't, um, on top of her." The imaged itself make me cringe. "But seeing him kiss her is just as worse as that." That kiss on the cheek he gave her, seemed innocent enough if it wasn't for his hand wrapped around her waist. "I confronted him about it, again. As usual he denied it but I was smart enough to take a picture of it, to show him I had proof. I thought I had the upper hand, that I finally had him cornered. But," my throat burned, I was on the edge now. "But he surprised me. He caught me off guard by not only admitting it but telling me how much he loves her." I took a gulp. "I heard it before, before him and me," I couldn't finish that sentence. That night made me shiver in disgust, where his hands were and how I willingly let him in me. I felt like a whore, not the best feelings. "I wanted to forget about it, I asked him to take it back. He said I'll never be Bella, to stop trying. I said I was his imp-" I realized she had no idea about werewolves and the imprinting process. "We were meant to be, he said he wished to never have met me." That's when I let my tears fall, I gave up on holding them in. I squeezed my eyes shut and wiped my face which was probably beat red now. "I said he needed to stop acting like a bitch and let her go, she belongs to Edward, always will. He didn't except the truth too well," I whispered now, finding it hard to talk.
"That's when he slapped you," Taylor finished, since I couldn't. I was too busy sobbing into my lap. "Pretty hard, too. The side of your face is practically black and blue!" Taylor harshly yelled out. I covered my cheek, it was wet, and looked up to her but kept my head low. I thought I covered it up, I spent a whole forty five minutes on make up. I guess I didn't use my water proof make up. I took a few deep breaths and muttered, "What did he do next?" shortly after.
"I don't know, I crawled out of his house and into the woods." He didn't come looking for me, if he did he would've found me, er, caught up with me not even five minutes after. Her knuckled turned while grasping her steering wheel.
"Not even a phone call? A text? Hell, even send one of his friends?" Taylor angrily asked, her eyes glaring at the wet road in front of us.
"It was pretty late at night," I mumbled. I couldn't speak loudly, afraid I'd break into tears again. I'm not a person who wants to weep. I'm always the strong and courageous one. I felt weak and pathetic, and Taylor was only making it worse. Well she was only stating the truth, so I shouldn't be blaming her.
"So after slapping you he just went to sleep? My god, why didn't leave him before?" Taylor asked, using the same tone as before.
"I thought he would stop," I mumbled. I shouldn't have said it.
"He did this before!" She turned the vehicle into a ditch and stopped it, taking the chance to pull me up and face her. "What the hell is wrong with you? Did he hit you so hard the first time you lost your sense? Out of all the people we know you're the one who ends up the stupid pity party-"
"STOP!" I yelled, I was finally releasing my hidden rage. "I'm not the pity party! I haven't told anyone expect for you! I'm not some attention whore who goes around telling people about her problems. Whatever happened between me and Jacob stayed between me and Jacob, or at least that was my concept. I don't know what the hell that bastard was telling his friends but I never told any of mine what he did, so don't you dare say that!" I tightened my hands in fist but I was not going to raise them. Me, a tiny little thing, compared to a five foot nine girl like Taylor, I had no chance. Even if I did have some fighting back round.
Taylor took a good second to look at me before saying this, "fine. I take it back. I have to ask though, why was this time different? Why are you finally leaving?"
I pressed my hand onto my then flat stomach, "it wasn't just me anymore. I have to consider someone else now." She looked down to where I was staring at then she finally realized what I meant.
"You're pregnant?" She asked, short of breath, moments after an awkward silence. I nodded, what else should've said? That I was sorry and stupid? Stupid, yes. Sorry? No, not ever. My baby may have been unexpected, an accident, but it will never be a mistake. It opened up my eyes, made me see what I denied for so long. I was thankful, not hateful like my mother was in I arrived. I noticed the small grin on her face and realized how close her hands were to her phone.
She was about to pick it up before I yelled out, "stop!" She gave me a skeptical look but I didn't fall for her 'I wasn't going to do anything' act. "I swear to god, you text anyone about this I will go get an abortion!" I threatened. I was dead serious. "So then when people question me about it I'll just say it was just a close call, or a joke. Either way there will be no baby." Taylor's eyes widened and pointed her index finger at me.
"You wouldn't," she warned her voice low and in a whisper. "You know how I feel about abortions," she whined, using a completely opposite voice. Loud and high.
"Exactly, is that enough motivation for you to keep quiet?" I asked, crossing my arms over my growing chest.
"Fine," she agreed, childishly may I add. She can be such a kid most times. "You do know that they will find out later when that stomach pops out."
I sighed, "I know. I just," I rolled my eyes when Taylor mocked, very offensively. "I want to tell them myself. Give me some time, okay? I really haven't planned anything out! I just needed to get out of that hell hole before I died!" That got Taylor to shut up. She started up the Escalade and was about to drive away from the ditch until a familiar silver Volvo pulled up beside us.
