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Chapter One

Bella's POV

The taxi car pulled up to a house I hadn't seen in three years. My house. Home. There were a lot of memories here, most of them good. I just couldn't stay here after mom…. I stopped that thought. I looked at the meter. Shit! I didn't have $100. I had near $50 and that was with a lot of quarters. Damn! Why did I get a taxi? Because I was tired of hitchhiking and walking, my mind answered. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. Jacob? When did he get so…so…BIG! I smiled at the driver,

"One second." I jumped out and ran to my older brother as he walked out of his makeshift garage - the memories in there, I thought.

"Jake!" I shouted. It was at that moment he saw me. His jaw dropped and he stood completely still as if I were an hallucination. I slowed, maybe this wasn't such a good idea. I stopped about two meters away from him and stared at the changes. He was about a foot and a half bigger than he was before, at about 6'8", yeah I said it - nearly 7 foot! He was huge! As well as the growth spurt upwards, he'd had a growth spurt everywhere else. My brother actually had muscles and an… 8 pack? Huge. There was no other way to explain it.

"Bells?" He asked sounding confused around a minute later, coming out of his stupor.

"Yeah, Jakey. It's me." I smiled slightly. I thought it may be best to leave as he just continued to stare but as I went to turn I was grabbed in a tight bear hug.

"Isabella Black, were have you been!" He chastised into my hair.

"Isn't that a loaded question." I answered. "Err, Jake?"

"Yeah?" He answered.

"Can you pay the cab? I don't have enough money on me." He looked over, just noticing the taxi cab parked at the sidewalk.

"Sure." He answered running over. I walked over more slowly and by the time I reached him again the cab was gone and my two measly bags were in his arms.

"Careful." I said grabbing the smallest bag off him. "It's fragile." I told him at his confused look. Well not so much fragile as it contained around $1000 worth of drugs, I amended in my mind. Not that he would want to know that. I silently laughed, causing him to look at me sharply. No way did he hear that! We carried on walking to the door in silence, the questions in the air making us both tense. He opened the door and carried on into the house. I stopped. Could I do this? I asked myself. I hadn't been back since the funeral. Hell, I couldn't even say I was at the funeral, I was too high.

"Bells?" I looked up sharply to see that Jake had stopped and was now looking at me with a mixture of sympathy and anger. I hated having my only sibling look at me with anger, but I got it. He didn't want me to leave and he was angry that my pause suggested that I would, but he also knew how hard being here was for me. My mom was everything to me. Although I was close to Jakey and my dad, I was best friends with mom. She was always there for me. Now she wasn't, and I needed help. I took a deep breath. I needed my family more than ever and I wasn't going to let coward-ness grip me so tight that I wouldn't come home when I needed it. My foot finally moved over the door way. Jake smiled a blinding smile and carried on to were my old room was. I followed only to realize it hadn't changed. Not one item had moved even a millimeter. I laughed.

"Wow. Just think about how many dust bunnies are in here." Jake smiled sadly.

"We didn't want to change it in case you ever needed to come home. Don't tell him I told you so, but I know for a fact that the old man used to sit at the stairs almost wishing to be in here just to look around." He laughed. I couldn't even work up a smile.

"And there's the guilt." I said with dry humor. It didn't get a smile, not that I was going for that.

"What did you expect?" Jake boomed. I cringed.

"I didn't. That's the point." He stared at me, as if trying to make sense of why I had suddenly turned up out of the blue. Oh well, may as well get on with it. "I needed you guys Jakey. You were right, I just needed to come home." He smiled sadly.

"Your always welcome Bells. You know that." He started to walk out and leave me to unpack, until he stopped and turned to face me. "Don't for one second believe I am just going to leave that as your explanation. Dad won't stand for it either. We will want to know where you have been." With that he turned and walked out of my little room. I knew they would want to know everything, but I also knew I could be just as stubborn as they could. I could only tell them the basics and that was all.

Jacob's POV

I walked out of my little sisters room, ready to hit something. Don't get me wrong, I love my sister and I meant it when I said we would welcome her with open arms, but she had some nerve just showing up without a phone call in three years. Dad would be ecstatic of course - to the point of a near heart attack when he came home from Sue Clearwater's and found his only daughter home. We finally had our whole family again, but there was something wrong, something I couldn't put my finger on. She was here for a reason, she had said it herself. She needed us. It was like she was afraid of something. She had that dear caught in headlights look. I would protect her obviously. Sure it would be hard to do without her finding out about my wolf nature and also without knowing what I was protecting her from, but I would do it. I finally put my finger on it! She smelt different. Almost sweetly. Not like a vampire, no never like one of those leeches. Almost like those guys that sometimes hang out around the main road here in La Push. The drug users. No. Surely to god, no! There was another explanation, there had to be. I turned, ready to pounce back into her room only to stop at the sound of someone coming through the front door…


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