Paul's P.O.V.

Billy sighs into the still air. His hand drops away and I reel back off his shoulder. The moment passes in a huff of air.

"Did Carlisle tell you that he'll be bed ridden for a few weeks?" His voice sounds far away, like he's sitting on the other side of the block and whispering to us through a straw. I know this is hard for me, but for him…I can't even imagine.

"Yeah…" I say with a wary glance at Sam. He looks at me quickly, but doesn't comment.

"He said…that a lot of his bones were broken from the fall..." He swallows. "His uhm…" His voice wavers. "Several of his ribs, ankle, his arms in a few places…." He doesn't go on and I'm thankful for it.

"Yeah" The Leach says after a moment. My eyes briefly flicker to him, but Sam steps in my line of sight on purpose. I clench my teeth.

Billy sits up straight in his seat, the wooden chair creaking, and fully turns around to look at him for the first time since we walked in. When he speaks this time, his voice is up close and personal. "I don't know your name and I don't care. You tell me right now and I mean it…what is your relationship with my son?"

He blinks once and then again like it's some extremely hard question, but is it?

I LOVED HIM WITH EVERYTHING IN ME, YOU FUCKING ANIMAL! Wait…what the…?

He looks at Sam and then his eyes fall to Jake. He shakes his head slightly and inhales fake air. "I uhm…" He meets Billy's eyes once again and holds them. "I…I'm his imprint or whatever it's called" He doesn't look away.

I lunge on autopilot. "THAT'S FUCKING BULLSHIT!" Sam's arms lock around me and slam me against the wall. "YOU'RE A FUCKING LIAR! YOU DID THIS TO HIM!"

"STOP IT!" Sam grits through his teeth. "Paul, PAUL! Look at me! Look at me! STOP!"

The fucking Leach stares down at Jake and I fight harder against his hold. "GET THE FUCK OFF ME! GET OFF!" I push and shove, but he doesn't break.

Sam's hand closes over my mouth and it takes every righteous thing in me to not bite his hand off. "Stop it!" His handshakes over my mouth. "Stop it!"

I see the fight breaking out. I hunger for it. I want to dive across the room and rip his lifeless body to shreds with my teeth until he's nothing but dust.

Sam forces me to look him in his eyes and I feel his authority wash over me. I drop my gaze and he takes his hands away and a step back, but he hovers closer than before.

Billy is the only one who hasn't spoken. "Get the hell out of my house" He says and turns back to Jake. "Now, before I let him tear you apart"

Sam stands firmly in front of me.

"What, you think I'm-" He glares so immensely and grinds his jaw to pieces. "You don't believe me…" He huffs.

Sam shifts. "Maybe you sh-"

"Oh, for fucks sake, don't act like you don't know!" He aims his glare right at Sam. "He told you, I know he did…"

Sam looks on with his eyebrows creased up in thought. Billy looks at him long and hard before he draws his eyes back the Leach.

"Get the fuck outta here" I spit. "There's no fucking way Jacob could. He's my imprint, you fucking lifeless dead-"

"It's true" Sam mumbles.

I look to him incredulously and he meets my eyes with a strange look. It's so ridiculous, I have to laugh. "Fuck outta here"

He face softens and he takes hold of my arm. "Paul, listen…" The seriousness in his face and the tenseness in his grip is unreal. The realization rolls over my skin like water. The blood in my veins runs cold. "I-" He begins.

I snatch away from him. "Wh-what? Ngh, no. No!" It doesn't make fucking sense. "It doesn't make any fucking sense! How the fuck could he imprint on him when I imprinted on him, Sam? Just…what!? No…" He reaches for me again. "NO! WHAT THE FUCK, SAM!"

He sighs and runs his hands through his hair. "It wasn't something I could tell you, Paul, honestly, I…" His voice fails him. His lies fail him. I can see the guilt hiding behind his irises.

I look the Leech's dead in his eyes. His glare is too much to bear. I can't breathe in here. I need to get out.

I push pass Sam and he turns to follow me out. "DON'T!" I raises my hands away from him. "Just…leave me the fuck alone!" He doesn't motion after me this time and I get the fuck out of there.

What the fuck?!

The air hits me as soon as I swing the front door open. This shit can't be happening right now, it can't. Everybody stares and I could care fucking less.

"What the fuck? WHAT THE FUCK!" This isn't real. It's a joke, I know it is. All of this, the damn Leach and Sam, they're both joking, right? Right. It makes my head spin.

There's a hand on my shoulder. "Paul, how-" I spin and swing so fast that I don't have time to register who it is.

My fist connects with rock hard bone and everything turns red.

Somebody screams. "Hey!"

When my vision clears, I'm standing over a trembling Seth and there are more hands at my back pulling me away from him.

I shake them off and back away from him. Seth puts his hand to the dark red bruise forming on his cheek and scrambles away from me. Emily swoops in to help him and Leah steps in my face.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? He didn't do shit to you!" She screams.

"Get the fuck away from me" I step away from her, but she's there every time I move like a fucking nat.

"No, who the hell do you-"

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME, LEAH!" She stands down. My heart pounds in my chest and my knuckles ache. Sam runs out the house and stops dead in his tracks when his eyes lock on me. Anger and regret flashes in his eyes and that's all I need from him.

I turn and walk away from them and dive within myself and bring the wolf out. It bursts through my skin and I take off running into the night.

I can't cope with this shit.

Emmett's P.O.V.

He doesn't stop staring at me. Not when Paul leaves and not when Sam follows him. His gaze makes me uncomfortable, like his entire body has frozen just by my words.

Finally, he looks away from me. A breath I didn't know I was holding leaves my chest. "Get out of my house" His eyes settle back on Jake. "I do not want to repeat myself again"

"Wow" The look on his face says it all. "You don't want to believe me"

His eyes flash and I can see the words about to tumble from his lips again.

I contemplate arguing, but it's not even worth it. He doesn't believe me.

Without a word, I step around him and place a kiss on Jacob's forehead. His warming skin makes my lips tingle, but I don't dwell on it. "I'll be back" I whisper into his damp hair.

His father doesn't look at me when I turn around, but his nostrils flare.

I move past him without a word. His sisters look up at me once I enter the Living Room, but they don't say anything, their faces just as stone solid as their father. They go in behind me and I keep walking.

The scene outside the door is more or less the same, except now everybody is surrounding Seth including Sam. Bella stands uncomfortably on the porch, the porch light casting shadows across her face.

She perks up when she sees me and floats over. "How is he?" She rubs her hands on the thighs of her jeans.

I just stare at her. "He's fine" I grit through my teeth.

She nods and glances around me to the door. "Is it-"

"Where is he?" I ask her.

She meets my eyes again and inhales. "He went home. He said for you to meet him there. Didn't want to stay here for too long without permission" Her eyes sing a supportive song, but I know it's not sincere. She knew about everything and didn't say a word. That's not support, that's fucking lying.

I almost call her out on it, but I hold it in. Wrong place, wrong time.

I listen for his steady heart beat and the uneven breath of his lungs. It reassures me, but it doesn't veer me off course.

I head on home.

I can't think about any of it right now. My mindset isn't sturdy enough to process everything that just happened.

I turn up the moonlit driveway to see Edward's sitting atop the boulders circling the mailbox with his arms crossed. He doesn't move and neither do I.

The silence stretches on for a beat that feels infinite before he speaks. "How is he doing?"

Part of me doesn't want to answer him, but there's a vibe of candor in his voice. "He's banged up pretty bad, but he'll be fine …" I hope, but I bury that deep within.

He nods and shifts his legs. His forehead creases as he lulls his head. "Emmett, listen…"

I don't give him the chance. "You knew about Paul…didn't you?" The way he averts his eyes tells me everything I need to know. "You let me get involved with him knowing damn well there was somebody else in the picture…"

He inhales and rubs a hand over his face. "It wasn't my place, Emmett. It wasn't something I could come right out and say"

"Your place? That's fucking bullshit!" I let the anger take over. "You're supposed to be my fucking brother, you're supposed to look out for me and have my best interest in mind! That's your damn place!" Never in my life would I have thought I would say this, but it flows right out of me as fluid as breathing.

He sits up at the thought. "I do have your best interest in mind!" He fires back, sliding off the rocks and stepping to me. "This doesn't sway that"

"Then what the fuck was this, Edward?" This shit hurts my chest. "Huh? You and Bella pushed me to be with him, to accept this imprinting shit and I fucking did. I fell so deep into it, it's to the point now where I can't even think straight unless I know he's breathing!" It's too much to bear.

He stares at me intently, but doesn't say another word.

"You kept something so important, so colossal from me because you felt like it wasn't your place." The words leave a bitter taste on my tongue.

He drops his eyes for a moment and seeks me out. I hide my thoughts from him and he sighs. "I'm sorry, truly. If I could take it back, I would, but…" He tries to find the right words, I can see the gears shifting and turning behind his eyes. "I can't"

It's not good enough. "Whatever" I brush past him. "Some brother you are…"

"Emmett-"

I take off to the house. "Fuck you" I stop just outside the garage doors and see Esme's staring down at the remains of the cobblestone steps with her arms crossed.

Fuck, I completely forgot.

She looks directly at me with hard eyes before I come close to her. She almost looks like she's about to comment on me and Edward, but she doesn't. She looks angry because she's not smiling, but I know she's not. She's more disappointed in me than anything and that look is rare.

"I…" I begin to say, but the way she looks at me tells me she's not in the mood for an explanation.

She opens her mouth and looks back to the debris. "Please fix this" She sounds sad. If it's one thing she prides herself on, it was the house, especially the steps. "It's the first impression of your home before your guest step inside" She said once when she first put them down. She was so bubbly and warm then compared to this moment. I've at least managed to smash three sets of those steps since then and each time, her 'no problem' smile has dimmed more and more. It's completely obliterated, now.

I simply give her a nod. She looks at me once again, the frown evident on her face, and then she swiftly turns and goes inside. The door shuts with a quiet click behind her.

Great. How can I fix this when my own life is a crumbling mess? I breathe. I rip off my shirt and go in the garage for supplies.

I take my time cleaning up all the shattered rocks and particles and laying the new steps down. Maybe it's because I want to make it the way it was before so I don't have to meet that disappointing look anymore. Or maybe it's because I'm stalling and avoiding going inside. Perhaps it's both, but I'm not entirely sure.

Once I finish and everything is back in place, I go on in. Carlisle is in his office and Esme's in her study. I can see the pages of their books flipping and the pen stroking the page better than I can hear them. Besides that, it's quiet.

I toss my shirt in the trash and take the stairs one by one. No matter how slow I walk, it still doesn't elongate time enough.

I ignore the mess of my room with its mingling scents and shattered remains and head straight into the bathroom. I snatch off my clothes, turn on the water, and step into the shower.

My head hurts. I don't think I've ever been this mentally drained in my entire existence. It's maddening.

I can still hear him screaming his lungs out like he was dying. It's ringing in my ears, drowning out the patter of the water on my skin. I don't think I'll ever forget the sound of his pain. Never.

I don't even want to think about it, but it's all I can think about and suddenly, the ache is there again, bubbling out of my chest and spilling out of my body. It never left. The tears running down my face mix in with the water and I rest my head on the wall and just breathe as best as I can.

He almost died today. Because of me, because I told him to fuck off for keeping his secret from me.

He almost died…

It's all my fault. All of it. But it's not, a part of me says. It's not my fault.

I don't know what to think. I don't know what to do now. I don't know how to get through this. I don't know what happens next with me and him, with everything. I just don't know.

I stand there for a long while until the water runs cold. I run my hands down my face.

I inhale deep and long and let the humid air out of my lungs. I watch the steam swirl into the air around me. I let whatever I'm feeling pass.

I take my time washing up and when I finish, I turn the water off and stand in front of the mirror on the wall.

I literally look like hell. The bruises under my eyes are almost a rich plum and my irises are an endless black void staring back at me. My appearance has never changed since I was turned, but I can see the tiredness and fatigue becoming apparent in my face. Every inch of my skin throbs with tension.

I go about brushing my teeth and dry off completely.

There's a soft knock on the door. "Emmett?" It's Carlisle.

I ignore it. Wrong frame of mind. I slip on an old worn hoodie, so worn it's soft to the touch, boxers, shorts, and shoes.

The door opens anyway. "It's important" He says, his eyes serious and bright.

I turn to him. "Not right now it isn't," and then I leap from the shattered remains of the window to the ground below. I feel his eyes on me from the doorway as I move into the night.

I don't want to talk about it with him. It's too much explaining that I'm not prepared for.

My throat itches now, the first time in days. I move quickly through the trees. There's a buck and his calf straying along in the faint moonlight. My senses kick in on overdrive and I succumb to the thirst. I take both of them out with a snap of the neck and drain them dry until their empty shells slump in the dirt. I leave them be.

I wipe my mouth and make my way down the shady lit streets and onto the winding road of the Reservation.

Nobody is outside his house when I walk down his street. The lights are all out, even though I hear the television going. I knock calmly and wait.

A light in the Living Room flicks on and the door swings open a few seconds later. His sister blinks when she sees me, but she doesn't move aside.

All the fight from earlier is gone from me as I look in her chocolate eyes. She looks so much like Jake. "Hi...uhm. Can I come in? Please?"

She looks at me hard and thoroughly and then crosses her arms and backs away. I step past her and into the room. Her twin is sitting on the couch with a pillow hugged tight against her chest and her eyes on me. The television is turned down low, but now it's forgotten.

The door shuts behind me and the girl sighs into the air. "I'm Becca, by the way. His sister"

I turn back and meet her eyes. "Emmett" I look to the other twin.

Her smile is barely above a twitch of her lips, but it's there. "Rachel" She says.

I nod and my eyes flicker to his room. I look back at them to ask, but Rachel beats me to it. "Go ahead"

I pass her a small nod and head on back. The door across the hall is cracked, but dark. When I enter into his bedroom, the space where his father sat earlier is empty. The chair is placed against the wall across from his bed. There's a lamp on his night stand that illuminates the space and a bowl of iced water with a cloth soaking inside.

He's still in the same position from earlier. His bandages are fresh, but I can see where tiny dots of blood pierce through them in some places. He's sweating and I'm not sure if it's because the room is warmer or his own internal heat. There's a thin sheet that somebody cast over him, but now it's bunched up around his waist. I check to at least make sure he has boxers on and then I pull the sheet off his body completely and open his window and turn off the light.

I breathe evenly and ring the cloth out and wipe it across his face, careful not graze the thin bandage across his nose. Drops of water get caught in the edges of his hair and eyebrows. I dab at his chest and neck and then put the cloth back in the bowl and sit down in the chair. I watch his chest rise and fall for a long time.

His sister appears in the doorway, her silhouette breaking the peaceful moonlight from the window.

I look at her from the corner of my eye and then fully. Becca watches him for a moment and then her eyes fall to me. Neither one of us say anything and after a while, her eyes drop away and she bows out of the doorway.

The light in the Living Room goes dark and the television cuts off.

"He'll be alright" One of them whispers into the air.

The other inhales shakily. "Hopefully"

I turn my eyes back to him.

Hopefully.

And there we are.

Emmett and Paul officially finding out about each other in Jake's life was going to happen, eventually. Emmett found out through Jake and then Paul found out and put the pieces together through Emmett. It's bound to cause a ripple in their lives and relationships.

Did anybody else enjoy having Emmett, Becca, and Rachel in a scene together, no matter how short it was? They didn't say much, but I thought it was interesting to see what could happen when they met. Oh, and based on that, expect various interactions amongst the characters that you didn't see in Jacob's Imprint in this story. I have a lot of things planned but I can't say too much, so stay tuned. :)

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