Chapter 2
Jacob's P.o.V.
Tick. Cha-tick. Tick. Cha-tick.
"...Why am I here?"
"Because-"
"No. I know why. I want to know why am I here?"
This place reeked of leeches and too-sweet flowers and jelly. It was sickening.
"Your alpha came to me for help. So I'm helping him."
"The Almighty Sam needing help? Highly unlikely."
"He did."
"I still don't believe you."
Tick. Cha-tick. Tick. Cha-tick.
"How long am I in here?"
"Depends."
"What'd I do? I'm a good person. I make decent grades in school...And I've probably only lied once in my lifetime." Carlisle stared at me. "Okay. Twenty-seven, but who's counting?" He continued to stare at me. "Can I leave now?"
"Not yet. We need to talk."
"But we're already talking."
"I know...Never mind. Okay. Do you remember what happened last night?"
"...A little, I guess. All I remember is an elephant, a telephone...And Embry." I nodded, completely satisfied with myself.
"An...Elephant?"
"Yeah. It was sitting on my chest and I couldn't breathe. Thought it was funny." I slumped in my chair and crossed my arms. "Damn elephant."
"Anything else?" I didn't answer him.
"Why am I here?" I asked again.
"Jacob...Didn't you just ask this?"
"Dunno. But I asked the question first, Leech. Answer me. Hurry up, Mom's probably waiting." He hesitated before answering.
"This is the fifth time you've asked me that question. You keep cutting me off before I can even finish the answer."
"So? Besides, I can cut you off whenever I want to." The two of us stared each other down and I huffed out a long, hard breath. "Can I leave now?"
"Jacob, no."
"You're holding me hostage here." I looked around the windowless room and stood up. I tapped on the walls; solid. I walked to the locked door and tugged on it. "Let me out of here! I'm being oppressed!"
"Jacob-"
"LET ME OUT!" I turned to the leech. "I'll break down this door if I have to."
"Jacob-" He stood up as I started tugging on the door harder. "Jacob!" I kicked it and it opened, swinging limply from its hinges.
Oh, sweet fresh air.
I took a step out of the room and the doctor vamp was in front of me in a second.
"You need to stay here. You're unstable. There's no telling what you can do."
"I'll tell you what I can do. I'm running." I moved quickly around him and took off at a sprint, jumping up and phasing out of my clothes. I started running towards home and then felt a shiver run down my spine as someone phased.
"Jake?" asked Seth. "They let you out?"
"No. I let myself out. Why'd they lock me in a room in the first place? I mean..." I ran to the forest around my house, sniffing around for the extra stash of clothes that I had hidden by an oak tree. "It's stupid, y'know?"
"Jake-"
"Sorry, Kid. I gotta' get home. Mom's probably real pissed with me."
"Jake-" He tried to tell me something but I phased back, pulling on my basketball shorts. I jogged into the house.
"You will not believe what happened to me. So-" I walked into the house and was bombarded with Rachel and Rebecca. They hugged me as tight as they could and Dad rubbed his face. "Yeah. Missed you, too, guys. So that leech doctor was keeping me in this room with no windows. I asked him to let me out, but he wouldn't. So I let myself out. You think he's mad?" I smirked and moved out of the twins' grasps. Dad looked up.
"You don't know why you were in there? You don't remember?" I shrugged, heading to the kitchen.
"I probably got sick last night. Weird, huh?" I shook my head, thinking about the elephant and the telephone and Embry. That's a pretty jacked up mix. There were boxes on the dining room table and I frowned. "What's all this?"
"Oh, nothing." Rachel ran and closed the box I was opening. I opened it again and pulled out the new dress I had bought Mom.
"Hey, are we moving, or something? I just got her this dress. She hasn't even worn it yet." I looked around. "Where is Mom, anyway? Did she go out with Sue?" I looked at my sisters, who exchanged sorrowful and confused looks. Dad sighed himself and wheeled himself down the hallway.
"We're not moving..." Rebecca started.
"Oh. Then why's this all packed up then?"
"Jake-"
"I'm just going to go put this back in the room for her. I don't think that she'll be happy if she sees all her things squished into boxes." I picked up the box and returned it to Mom and Dad's bed, making a note to myself to hang the clothes back up. I walked back to the main room after changing into some jeans and a t-shirt. "Tell Mom I'll see her when I get back. I gotta' head to Sam's. Bye, guys." I kissed my sisters' cheeks and left.
Mom's Volkswagen was gone, so I guessed that she took that with her, or something.
As I walked down the path towards Sam's, I saw Leah. She was washing her car, and damn, she looked so sexy. Her shorts were just past her ass and she was wearing a spaghetti strap tank top; the wet fabric clung to her body. It was then that I noticed her mile long legs and the way they were shaped. My eyes wandered back up to her chest, pausing a bit, then up to her gorgeous face. Her short hair was damp and fell into her eyes, making her look sexily mysterious.
Leah turned to bend down and put more water onto her sponge. I kept in the wolfish growl that threatened to escape my lips. She stood back up and noticed me. She knitted her eyebrows together.
"He really let you out?" I didn't answer.
What was happening to me? Leah hates me and I hate her. Now...Now...
"Jacob?" She walked closer to me, running her wet hands through her hair. "Jake?"
"Hey," I managed to say, looking down.
"Where're you going ?" she asked, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
"Sam's probably?"
I didn't miss the small smile that played on her lips. "After what you did last night? Don't expect to be welcomed with open arms, Black."
"What happened last night? Did I get sick, or something?" Leah frowned.
"What...?"
"I woke up last night against a wall, Leah. So tell me what happened. If this is some kind of a sick joke, tell me now."
"What do you mean?" She crossed her arms. "Everyone was worried about you because you freaking passed out in a pool of water so Sam called Carlisle - Carlisle, Black - and he took you in. Said something about 'brain trauma.'" She shrugged and frowned at me. "That enough for you?"
"No. Is my mom here? Her car wasn't in the driveway." Leah frowned harder.
"Jake...Sarah's dead." I stopped breathing. "You knew that...You know that. You were there."
"No I wasn't...She's not. I remember-" I started shaking, my breathing coming out in loud, hard pants. "She was...She was making pancakes. And...And then-"
"Jacob." Leah gripped my arm with her wet fingers. She dug her nails into my skin. I shook my head once. Twice. Three times.
"She's not. How could you even think that?"
"Because-"
"You're such a bitch, Leah. Just because Sam broke up with you for your cousin doesn't mean you can ruin everyone else's lives. She's not dead." Leah's bottom lip quivered for a second and then she let go of me, pushing me away. Her face was cold and hard.
"Don't believe me? Fine. You...You go to that cemetery. Go. Keep walking all the way to that big weeping willow. Then look under the tree. There's a headstone. You'll see." She crossed her arms and then stamped her foot. "Go. Then come back and tell me that you still don't believe me," she hissed. She pointed down the road to La Push Memorial Site. "Go see for yourself!" I backed up, still shivering a little with the tremors from phasing. Then I turned and did as she told me.
I kept walking. To the weeping willow. There was headstone. My steps faltered a bit, but I kept going. When I was a mere foot away from the stone, I fell to my knees and stared at the name.
Sarah Jennifer Black
That's...That's her name. Or...It was.
Everything made sense now. That leech locked me in a room because I was insane enough to believe that my dead mother was alive.
"Don't let go of me! Don't let go!"
Rebecca and Rachel putting her things into boxes. Those weird looks they gave me as I carried it back to the room.
"I got you, Jakey! It'll be okay! I got you!"
She was dead.
The stone confirmed it. She was dead.
Then I remembered the crash...And guilt came pouring on me like water from a showerhead. Regret. I should've stayed. She didn't have to. I should've grabbed her. Done something.
"...Told you." I didn't have to turn around to know that Leah was standing there.
"I...I should've stayed in the car. I should've...Grabbed her. I should've done something," I whispered. I placed my head in my hands. "I can't believe she's dead. Because of me."
That's right. Because of you.
That voice. Holy crap, it's back.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and Leah appeared at my side. I didn't look at her. The voice in my head was telling me not to.
"Jake...It's not your fault. She stayed behind because she loved you."
"And it didn't matter that I loved her?"
"At that moment, she loved you more than anything. So much that she wanted you to keep your life."
"But I feel so...Guilty."
"I know. I've been there." The two of us were silent for a moment and I felt a few tears slide down my cheeks. Leah gripped my hand and squeezed it. I looked at her. "Listen, Jake." She swallowed. "I hate you. So much it hurts sometimes. But right now I'm realizing that you need me. No matter how much I hate you or you hate me." She squeezed my hand tighter. "We both have something together. Something in common. We're stubborn. Hotheaded. Stupid." She frowned. "And we've both lost some people very near and dear to us." I looked away.
"Sure. You might think that I need you, but I still hate you," I whispered.
"No. You just have a...Strong dislike for me." I turned to stare at her, moving my arm away.
"No, I'm pretty sure that I hate you." She frowned at me and I returned the look to her. "But...I've come to realize that you need me."
"What?"
"Yeah. You need me more than I need you."
"How about this: we both need each other." I rolled my eyes and then wiped them, standing up. I started walking away.
Never again would I come back to this place. It was too much of a reminder of what I'd lost.
"Where are you going?" Leah called after me. She caught up with me, and we fell into perfect step.
"Away. I can't be here anymore."
"What? As in away, away?"
"Sure. If that's how you want to put it." She stopped me and I turned around to her. We were back in front of her house and she gestured to her car with her head.
"I've never washed that thing a day in my life. Never drove it, either. I've spent the past five months fixing that thing up. Today, I washed it so good, it's gleaming right now. So, I'm going to ask you, why do you think I did that?"
"Because..."
"I'm getting out of this hell hole." She smirked at me.
"...You, too?"
"Duh. I can't deal with all this anymore. I need to get out." She grabbed my arm. "Let's run away together. We'll start our own pack." She grinned at me.
"This is something that I need to do alone." I tried to move away but she only held tighter. Her hand was like a vice.
"You said it yourself, Black. I need you. And I know that you need me. We'll go crazy if we don't stick together."
"I already have," I answered flatly, thinking about the voice in my head.
"So? We'll go completely insane together. We'll drive until the car has no more gas. Then we'll live in it. Hunt meat in our wolf forms. Scare away old ladies and children." I stared at her, trying to hide my smile.
"You're crazy, Leah Clearwater."
"Only as crazy as you want me to be, Jacob Black." We stared at each other for a little while, and my thoughts on how gorgeous she was shot back. Her big green eyes stared into mine...This was the first time I'd seen how beautiful they actually were.
"You think they'll miss us?" I asked. Her smile grew wider.
"Nope. They got their lovely imprints to keep them company." She let go of me and walked back to her car. "You'll be here at midnight." I backed away from her, slowly to my house.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world."
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Leah's P.o.V.
I moved quietly to my brother's room, making sure to step around the creaky parts of the floor. I opened his door, wincing a little at its loud protest, then moved to his bed.
His room was cluttered with clothes and movie cases and...I don't even want to know what the hell I just stepped on. His fish tank glowed and his gold fish swam around aimlessly, the small sea snail poking out of its shell every few seconds. I smiled at it and then sat on the edge of his bed.
He was a cutie, even when he was sleeping. He got his long eyelashes from Mom, no doubt, and the way his mouth was shaped from Daddy.
I ran my fingers through his cropped hair. He opened his eyes a little and stared at me, an exact replica of my face when I was pissed at someone for waking me up. I caressed his cheek and shook my head, shushing him.
"It's okay. Go back to sleep," I whispered. He snuggled more into his pillow, and I couldn't help the smile that graced my face, noticing how cute and babyish he looked right now. Well, he was only thirteen. I sighed. "Goodbye, Baby Bro," I whispered. I stood up, heading towards the door.
"Leah?" Seth asked quietly, his voice cracking a little. I turned back.
"Hm?"
"Where are you going?" he asked. I hurried back to his bed and planted a lingering kiss on his cheek, running my hands through his hair again.
"It's okay. Don't worry about me. Keep Mom strong, okay?"
"...Huh?"
"Nothing, Baby Bro. Nothing. Go back to sleep." He closed his eyes again and I waited until he was breathing steadily. He was sleeping. I kissed his cheek again. "I love you." He murmured something inaudible and rolled over. I smiled and left, not turning back.
I grabbed my things and rushed down the stairs, out the door. I looked around then checked my watch.
12:42 a.m.
I frowned, a little disappointed. I threw my things into the back of my car and backed out.
Should've known he wouldn't have the balls to show up.
So much for being crazy together.
Jacob's P.o.V.
I couldn't go. I couldn't leave my family like that. Dad was going through grief, the twins were always crying...
And I was going mentally insane.
But I had to be strong. For all of them.
What went on in my head, would stay in my head. No one needs to know what was happening.
Good. It'll just be me and you then.
I sighed and put my head into my hands. I was sitting at the kitchen table, a bowl of unfinished cereal in front of me. I couldn't sleep. I was tired yet I couldn't sleep.
Suddenly, a burst of pain shot through my chest and I growled, gripping the part of the shirt above my heart.
"What the-"
Then I knew it. She was gone. Leah had gone ahead without me. I felt myself crumble and I stared at the half filled cereal bowl. My breathing picked up and I willed myself to stay strong through this.
It was then that I knew. No doubt.
I had imprinted on Leah.
And...Chapter Two! This story is taking a twist that I never thought would happen...So we'll see where it goes because as of now, I have no clue what I'm doing! XD
~SashaFierce12.0