AN: Thanks so much to twilight22lover for such an encouraging review since I wasn't really sure that anyone was really interested in this story. With that said, I hope you like the next chapter and any feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Confessions of a Bitter Werewolf

Chapter 2

Entry 6

I'm in a very good mood today because my best friend and cousin, Emily is coming down from the Makah reservation for a visit. I've been so stressed lately about the whole Sam thing and it will be nice to be able to just relax and spend some quality time with my friend.

Speaking of Sam things have been going much better. Yes he's still keeping things from me, but I'm trying to just accept it and try everything in my power to not let it bother me. I love him enough that I don't want to push him away with my endless questions.

Entry 6 (continued)

Well I ended up having a wonderful day. Emily and I went to Port Angeles today and we shopped for two hours straight (which is a huge task considering how few stores there are). The whole time we were catching up, sharing stories and altogether trying to enjoy the girl time we had together.

Afterwards we came home and together we fixed dinner for the rest of the family. As it turned out Sam also dropped by which he always does since we live so close to each other. I asked him to stay for dinner, but for some reason he didn't seem to hear me. He had the strangest look on his face, as if he'd seen a ghost and seconds later he quickly excused himself and all but ran out of the room. Emily and I shared a confused look, but we carried on.

I think I'm going to call him soon and see what his problem was. I know Sam well enough to know that he normally wouldn't act so strangely. His bizarre behavior since the time he disappeared is becoming more and more noticeable. And not just the fact that he is always tired, but he also eats twice the amount of food he used to eat, and always feels feverish to the touch. I just hope someday he will finally put this mystery to rest.

Entry 7

I want to kill him! Sam is the most despicable creature on the planet! How dare he do this to me, He never had permission to break my heart! I feel like crying, but the tears aren't coming, instead I'm so angry I'm seeing red. Sam has lied to me in the past but this betrayal is something I'll never forget! And I'm not sure I will ever forgive him either.

I awoke earlier than usual this morning when I heard something hit my window sill. Since it was raining I just wrote it off as that until a particularly loud bang made me go to window. Sam was outside and he beckoned me to come outside so of course I followed.

We walked down to First Beach despite that it's a two mile walk from my home. Most of the way there Sam didn't say a word, in fact he barely spoke at all. He didn't even look at me, nor hold my hand, and neither had he kissed me when I greeted him. I had a sinking feeling in my stomach even then and now I wish I'd listened to it.

"Leah," Sam said finally when we reached the beach, not even meeting my eyes. "I'm sorry."

Confused I opened my mouth to speak, but he just raised a hand to silence me.

"I haven't been honest with you," he said and I nodded in agreement thinking of his peculiar behavior lately. "I'm sorry, but I don't love you anymore."

"What?!" I exclaimed in surprise not believing one word of his newest delusion.

"I didn't want to hurt you, but I have to be honest. I'm breaking up with you," Sam said evenly, still not meeting my gaze.

I was stunned, and that doesn't even come close to how I felt. A million different emotions all hit at once; shock, confusion, anger, and heart break just to name a few. "Why?" I asked when I could speak.

Sam looked down and I could predict the words that came out of his mouth. "I can't tell you."

"Of course," I muttered angrily blinking hard in an attempt to keep from crying. "Another lie, why am I not surprised!"

"I'm sorry," he said again. And then he turned and left me.

It was at this point that I finally succumbed to the tears that easily came only to be washed a moment later by the rain. Even when I was a child, I never cried but rather kept it bottled up inside me. This time the dam of emotions let loose and before I knew it I was sobbing. I never knew that heart break could feel so real, so absolute. When Sam left me my world ended right there and I couldn't help but let myself collapse on the ground and let the misery have me.

I don't know how long it was, but soon I felt a comforting hand on my shoulder, and when I looked up I saw that it was my father, Harry who was kneeling down beside me. From the look on his face it seemed that he knew of my fate, and he pulled me into his arms hugging me like he did when I was a child.

"You're strong," he said softly to me. "I know you'll get through this."

I couldn't speak, but instead I nodded. "I called your school," he said. I gave him a questioning look. "You don't have to go tomorrow." Never before have I ever been so grateful to have such a wonderful father.