A/N: Thank you for your reviews, I really appreciated them. I'm thinking that most chapters (I don't know how may yet) will be in Leah POV. Maybe a couple in Jacob's but I'm not sure. But like I said Blackwater is the only way to go.
*Chapter 2*
The Betrayal of the Subconscious
I opened the door to my house, all the lights were out. My mom has already gone to bed. I was pleased that I wouldn't have to explain about Seth until tomorrow.
I ran into my room. I really needed a shower. As I undressed, I turned on the water, running my hand in to test the temperature. My mind drifted off as I felt the warn water under my fingertips. My life seemed to be getting worse and worse. I still can't believe that my brother was gone. Sam gave me this big lecture on how Jacob and Seth have abandoned the pack, the tribe, our ancestors, all the Roman and Greek Gods and Lord knows who else.
But it was hard to think that Jacob was now known as some kind of criminal, nevertheless Seth. The dweeb has never been angry a day in his life. He went from an unofficial Girl Scout to a La Push criminal. That's gonna look great on his college resume.
But I still couldn't help thinking about how they managed to leave.
I stepped out of the shower and dried off. I started getting ready for bed. It was already three o' clock in the morning. I laid down knowing that I wouldn't sleep if my life depended on it. I started to think about Jacob. He was just some stupid immature boy who somehow grew balls overnight. Did Bella have that power? Did he really love the leech lover that much, and if he did why didn't he imprint on her. Now he has left his home, his family to follow and protect her when she already belongs to someone else. I mean she's married for shits sake.
Who the fuck does she think she is? Leading Jacob on all this time when all she wanted was blood sucking ice-cubes. Even after she got married she still insisted on having him on his puppet strings amusing herself and all those bloodsucking leeches.
"Poor Jacob"
As I heard myself say that reality crashed into me, what the hell did I mean poor Jacob? I don't give a hillbilly ass about Jacob Black, and as far as I was concerned he can remain being that stupid soon to be blood sucking runt's dog. See if I care.
That was it I was getting to dramatic. I had to force myself to get some sleep. I turned off the lamp and shut my eyes waiting for me to fall into slumber.
…It took me a while to realize that I was dreaming. I saw myself in the distance. I didn't remember why I was there. But I remember more and more as the hurt swept into my chest. I felt like dying, I was having trouble breathing. All of a sudden I wasn't looking at myself from a distance, I was me, and I remembered why I was here, why I felt like burying myself alive. Then I heard him…
….." Leah, what are you doing up here?"
"Just leave me alone Jacob Black, I mean it."
Jacob as usual ignored me and came to sit next to me. I was supposed to be hiding. I was in my favorite part of the woods, a rock next to the river where you can see the most awesome sunset, whenever it was clear enough for us to see the sun. We sat in silence for a while. I didn't feel at all like talking nevertheless with Rach and Becca's annoying little brother.
"Lee-Lee… what's wro..."
"Don't ever call me that Black, do you hear me, what the fuck do you want anyway?"
He just stared at me. He always had these puppy dog eyes that I can swear you can see straight into his soul. I felt a little sorry for yelling at him. The kid was alright I guess.
"I'm sorry, Leah" he said. "Sue and Harry are worried, there at my house talking to Billy about what happened…. Eh... I'm really sorry Leah… I know you really love hi….
"Jake…. Please don't." That's all I managed to say. I couldn't understand why my heart felt so hot and so cold at the same time. I started to heavy breathe. I felt like if I was going to cry, but not one tear came out.
"I don't know too much about what you are feeling and I know I'm probably the last person you want to talk to, but… if any man is really that stupid to leave somebody as beautiful and great as you Leah, then they can go straight to hell. He'll be sorry, and I swear I'll show him how sorry he will be. "
I couldn't help myself, I burst into laughter. Jacob Black looking at me like if I had completely lost it. As I continued to laugh, he started to laugh with me. Idiot didn't even know why I was laughing. For all he knew I saw dead people and found it hilarious. We continued for a few minutes more.
"What's so funny?" he finally asked.
"You"
"Me"
"Yeah you"
"Why?"
"Listen kid, I appreciate that you care for my well being, but your freshman ass wouldn't stand a chance against Sam Uley."
Jacob's smile slowly disappeared. He looked irritated, then mad, then sad. By the time I knew it he had those puppy dog eyes again. We sat in silence for what seemed like years. But Jacob never said a word. I felt a little better with him hear. Like if he released some kind of … peace.
"Why do you care so much anyway Black?" I know I sounded harsh but I didn't feel like being nice, not even if he was making me feel better.
"You're my friend Leah, more than a friend… like a sister. I'll always care for you and no matter how many people destroy you or leave you or kick you to the ground… I'll always be here Leah… to pick you up… to help you… or just to sit next to you on a rock for an hour."
I couldn't help but to smile. So it had only been an hour not years. I realized how Jacob had grown since last year. I guess he had somewhat matured. Jacob was always really sweet and kind and warm. I started to run my hand through his arm. He didn't seem to mind. He looked pleased. I quickly clenched my hands on the back of his neck and brought Jacob Black's head to mine. We lightly kissed… it was so passionate it was so loving, like if I loved Jacob Black my whole life and was waiting for him….
That was enough. I snapped my wide open like a caffeine junkie high on Red-Bulls.
"What the fuck was that?" I asked myself as I recalled the dream (or nightmare). That never happened. I remembered Jacob practically confessing his stalker-ness to me. But I never kissed him. He never kissed me. We never kissed.
I can't believe that my subconscious had betrayed me like that. I glanced over to the nightstand next to my bed. It was four in the morning. Only four hours into a new day and it was already shitty. That has to be some kind of record.
I lay on my bed for a few more minutes. Thinking about what happened last night and about that God awful dream. Seth couldn't even cross the road without adult supervision and he had decided to go all gangster with … Jacob … and protect those bloodsucking wantabe Sopranos of a family.
I can't let this happen. Seth will get himself into trouble… or killed. My mom could never get over that (we still couldn't talk about dad out loud without her getting teary eyed), I could never get over that.
Before I could think about anything else, I grabbed a overnight bag, packed some clothes for me and Seth, wrote a letter to mom and headed out the door.
It's not like if the pack liked me very much. They didn't like me at all.
They won't even notice that I'm gone.
A/N: Thank you again for all your reviews and for just simply reading the story. I hope you liked the chapter. Please R&R. Thanks again. TTFN