Chapter Two:

All I wanted to do was drop off a package…

After I dropped off Kim (I had to drive at regular speed, which drove me crazy) I impatiently checked the map Uncle Charlie had drawn, so I could find his friend's house. Two minutes later, I arrived at a little house, which looked kinda like a barn, with red paint and tiny windows. A garage type thing sat a little ways away. I examined it. Small, but cozy. Definitely not Aphrodite material. (Aphrodite was my best friend along with Hailey. But I'm not going to get into that now…) There were no cars outside. I debated just driving back to Forks when I heard the T.V. someone shouted, "Aw! C'mon! You're useless!" Looks like someone was watching sports inside. Which meant someone was home. Which meant I could deliver my package. I sighed. I really wasn't that great with people. I groaned quietly to myself, as I shrugged out of my black sweatshirt (Mostly because I didn't want whoever was in there to think I was some freak mass murderer, or robber) sat my I-pod down on the passenger seat, and grabbed the package. I paused and looked at myself in the mirror. I straightened my shirt, and fixed my hair. But, there were still dark circles under my eyes. I blinked at myself. And thought, aw screw it. They either liked me or didn't like me. I hopped out of my car and, without giving myself a chance to rethink it, marched up to Billy Black's door and rapped on it once. I heard someone groan, and then I heard wheels turning as someone came towards the door. Finally the door swung open. And I stood there facing a Native American man, with long dark gray hair, big brown-black eyes, and thick lips, he was in a wheelchair. I plastered on the friendliest respectful smile I could. I held the package out to him. He stared at it.

"Hi, um, this is uh, from Charlie…So…" I trailed off as he just stared at me. Was I really that interesting? He slowly took the package though his eyes did not leave mine, nor did he say a word. "Uh…Yeah…Anyway, I'd better go. They'll be expecting me…" I spun around on my heel real fast. I was so flustered by Billy's (Or at least that's who I thought he was…) non-responsiveness, lets-say-nothing-and-totally-freak-Jez-out, that I didn't hear the person behind me approach. As I spun around my face hit someone's bare chest, which was burning up, and thus Inertia came into effect. Inertia says; objects in motion tend to stay in motion. Which is exactly what happened. I bounced off of his chest and landed on my butt…In the mud. Fabulous. I blinked. Ugh. I stood up slowly and started to look behind me. Just as I thought. Mud coated my favorite pair of shorts. This is what I get for being nice?

"Stupid…Package. Just was helping him out…Never again!" I muttered to myself as I walked back to Lynn. I yanked open the door, with probably too much force, and I made myself loosen up. I looked at where my hand had been. I had grabbed onto it so hard that I had left a mark that looked like it was in the shape of my hands. I glared at the mark. Poor Lynn. She didn't deserve my anger. I looked up, and that was when I noticed that both people were still staring at me. I have to admit that my creep-radar was going off. I would fix Lynn later. I ducked into my car.

"Hey girl? Wait!" The guy called. I raised an eyebrow, and sighed. I was getting tired of being called 'girl'. I popped out of my car and looked at them.

"Yes?" I asked out of politeness.

"Who are you?" Billy Black asked his low voice rumbling.

I narrowed my eyes. "I'm Charlie Swan's niece." I paused and turned to the young man, who was older than me, but obviously younger than Billy, or Charlie. "Who the heck are you?" I asked, just for the fun of it. Billy finally smiled.

"Sam Uley." He said. I nodded. I had a feeling. And it was once again starting to smell like cherries, the feeling was telling me to give them the name Charlotte.

"Charlotte Swan." I muttered, as I ducked back into my car.

"Charlie doesn't have a niece named Charlotte." Billy's voice rang out. I popped back out.

"Okay listen, I really don't care if you believe I'm Charlie's niece or not. I was just doing him a favor." I shrugged. He looked at me with wise eyes.

"He didn't say anything about having a niece with him." I stopped and then, I slowly straightened back out. Then I looked him straight in the eye.

"That's because Uncle Charlie didn't want this to be any harder than it already was on me. He's trying really hard. It's not easy for him either." I said with more sharpness than I had intended.

Suddenly understanding lit Billy's face, "You're Mercy's kid." He said. At my mother's name, I stopped and swallowed hard.

"Yeah. I am." I choked out. It was getting harder and harder to swallow.

"Come on in Charlotte." Billy said and gestured for me to come in, and rolled back in without looking back to see if I was following. Hesitantly, I grabbed a pair of straight-legged gray jeans, my favorite Anarbor concert T-shirt, which was purple with a screaming face in the center green vines with flowers and Venus fly trap coming out of the head and written in white 'Free your mind' at the bottom, from my backup suitcase, and followed him into his tiny house. Sam nodded at me and followed me inside. "I'm in the kitchen!" He called. I walked to the kitchen.

"I'm going to the bathroom." Sam walked away quietly. It didn't occur to me until later that the way he walked was too quiet. I shrugged. Wait…I need to use the bathroom to change…Dang! Maybe he had a different one…

"Um…Do you have another bathroom?" I asked Billy quietly. He shook his head. I sighed. Figures.

"But, you can change in Jake's room." He nodded, as if reading my mind. I nodded back, and smiled weakly. "Second door to the left." He added as I disappeared down the hall. I opened the door and shut it behind me. I turned around and slowly took in the room. It was small, but cute. Two beds were shoved together. I wondered briefly, why he needed a bed that was so long. I shook my head and took my shorts off, as I changed I was totally absorbed in this guys room. There were pictures of cars, grease-smeared pants lying around; a crumpled white T-shirt in the corner, a bowl sat on his dresser, and a pair of tennis shoes. His bed was unmade and all of the blankets were rumpled. I finally managed to wiggle out of my boot-shoes, and I was just standing up when the door swung open. Like wide open. I was caught like a deer in the headlights. I was inert. I couldn't move a muscle. My feet wouldn't work, and my mouth was dry. He didn't see me at first. Actually he was muttering to himself.

"Jake?! Was that you coming through the door?! Someone's in your room, so don't go in there okay?" Billy's warning came too late. He froze already in the room. He was so close that if I reached out I could touch him. Why me? He looked up and it was like everything was in slow-mo. First his eyes met mine, and then they went down. To my body. I couldn't blame him. I was very scantily clothed. And I was also standing in his bedroom. But then this other look came into his eyes…Adoration? My mind was screaming to do something, anything. But my legs wouldn't work, and embarrassment left my mouth dry. I was standing there in the middle of this guy's room, wearing just my underwear and my bra. My bra had a lot of lace on it, and was pink with limes and strawberries on it, just like my underwear. They had lace on them too, and it was a thong. They were a matching set I had gotten from Victoria's Secret. I was developed. I was a 36-C. (I tried to wear loose clothes because honestly, I didn't like guys paying me much attention…Not that dressing in loose clothes helped all that much.) So I was practically standing there bare and naked in this guy's room. I felt vulnerable. I was at this guy's mercy. I was not in control of the situation. I didn't like not being in control. I wasn't used to it. So naturally I freaked. My legs unfroze all at once.

I was so panicked that I didn't keep my speed in check, and frankly I didn't care. I moved as fast as I could (which probably made me look like a blur) grabbed some kind of vase off his desk, and chucked it, with a little too much force, at his head, while I viciously tugged his comforter around my body to shield myself. To my surprise he caught the vase, as if instinctively. He was still staring at me. I forced myself to speak. Well, really I didn't speak…I screamed.

"WHAT THE CRAP IS YOUR PROBLEM??!?!?! GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE YOU FREAK!!!!!!!!!" I screamed. I heard a door open and close, and then Sam appeared by this Jake's side. That just made it worse. They just stood there. Sam was watching Jake. "DO YOU THINK I'M SCREAMING FOR MY HEALTH?!?! GET OUT! GET OUT!!!! NOW!!!!" I screeched while chucking various objects at them, with a bit too much force. Jake finally got the memo. Sam had this holy-crap-she's-lost-it look on his face and closed the door as I threw a wrench at it.

"Jake…I think it would be better if you came with me for right now. I know how you're feeling. It's okay. Give her some space." Sam said gently while I heard the front door open and close. I sighed in relief, as I collapsed on his bed. I didn't know what they were talking about, but at that moment I didn't care. I laid down on my back and stared up at the ceiling. I pulled the blanket over my head inhaling his scent. It smelled nice…Until I realized that I was laying in his bed under his covers smelling them…What was I doing? I shot out of that bed as fast as I could. I tugged on my clothes as fast as I could, changing within five seconds. I was in such a hurry that I forgot to pick up the discarded clothes on the floor. Which, once again, didn't occur to me until later. I raced out of the door and to the kitchen.

Billy looked up worried, "Charlotte I'm sorry that he walked in—…" At my expression he stopped and just stared. I blinked. "Why don't you sit down and we can talk this out…" He trailed off.

I shook my head backing away. "Sorry Billy. Can't. I need to get home." I got out of there and fast I ran to Lynn. I opened up my door, and slowed down, stopping. I felt watched. I listened. And jumped as my ring tone rang out disturbing the silence.

"Is it still me that makes you sweat? Am I the one you think about in bed?" I swallowed and took out my phone but my hands were slick with sweat and it dropped under my car.

"When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as your sliding off your dress? Then think of what you did and how I hope to God he was worth it." I kneeled and reached under my car to get to my phone, making a mental note to change my ring tone to something that won't remind me of what happened.

"When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as your fingers touch his skin? I got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck, then any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me." I kept reaching for my phone but my arm wasn't long enough.

"No, no, no, you know it will always just be me. Let's get these teen hearts beating faster, faster!!!" I glanced around myself. I found a stick and used it to get my phone. I stood up as more of the song played.

"So testosterone boys and harlequin girls, will you dance to this beat and hold a lover close?"

I flipped open the phone.

"Hello?" A voice sounded.

"Uh…Hey…" I muttered into the receiver.

"It's Charlie, I just wanted to let you know that…Bella and her boyfriend threw a surprise party for you." Uncle Charlie blurted. I pursed my lips. WTF?!?!?!

"Why didn't you tell me Uncle Charlie?" I asked quietly.

"Because Alice…Wouldn't let me. She made me promise." I mumbled. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Who the heck is Alice?" I asked in exasperation.

"Oh, uh, Edwards sister. Oh, and Edward is Bella's…Boyfriend." He muttered grudgingly. "So I'll give you directions to their house. Try to be good. Please. Alice is alright." Charlie said. I noticed he said nothing good about this Edward guy. I sighed in defeat as he gave me directions; I hopped into Lynn embarrassment temporarily forgotten, as I drove on in silence. I finally arrived at a house that was huge. I mean really big. And it was mostly glass. I sighed as I cut the engine. I chewed my lip, and debated on whether or not I should just ditch this party. I decided against it. Bella would be upset. I sighed. I got out and on the way to the front door I imagined plunging one of my Sai daggers into my stomach and just dieing as someone gasped inside of the house.

"What is it Alice?" A boy asked.

"She killed…Herself…" I heard a girl gasp. This was probably Alice. That was weird. I changed my death scenario. This time I brought my Colt .47 to my head and pulled the trigger. Another gasp. "Damn! She did it again!" The girl whispered. Strange. But I shrugged it off, and imagined going back to La Push, and kicking that Jake guy's ass. "She disappeared! I can't see her anymore! That only happens when…" She trailed off as I rang the doorbell. The door opened as if they had been waiting. A girl answered the door, her hair honey gold, her skin very pale, her eyes topaz. She looked at me with disdain. I gave her the same look back. She narrowed her eyes and gestured for me to come in. I didn't hesitate, and followed her through the house to a living room sort of place, where a T.V. was on. There sat a whole bunch of people. And…They were all the same…But different. I don't know how to describe it. Everyone was staring at me like I was very fragile, and I could spontaneously combust at any given minute. Weird. I glanced around the room, taking in the expensive furniture and waiting. For Bella. They all reminded me of…Someone…Something…But I couldn't quite…

I heard a gasp as I turned around. "JEZ!" I heard Bella scream as she ran for me at top speed. I didn't think that was such a good idea. At least not with her tripping all the time and stuff. She flew at me and just ran into me. I sighed as I caught her before she hit the ground.

"Well. You sure haven't changed all that much." I smiled at her, as she squeezed me in a bear hug. I heard someone chuckle but didn't bother to see who it was.

Bella rolled her eyes, "Oh, I've changed plenty." She sighed, "You're so big! Much…Different." She murmured looking at me carefully, probably looking at the bags under my eyes, and the wisdom in my eyes. I smirked at her.

"Yeah…And you're still short." I laughed as she gave me a look. I rolled my eyes. I looked up and realized why the were familiar. The force of it made my knees buckle. As tears slid down my cheeks.

"Jez!?!?!? Are you okay?!?!?" Bella asked urgently.

I swallowed hard. "I remember Bella. I remember it all. I remember them." I whispered.

"Who?" She asked.

"My mother's murderers." Was my response right before I blacked out.

A/n: Okay short chappie. But I hope you like it! Love for all! R&R!!!!!

~XOXO EmiShae