AN:Ok, here's the next chapter. I must warn you, it does happen to have some serious similarities to bella cliff-diving, but it seemed to be the easiestv way to get her pissed of, so get off my back!lol. Anywayz... read!
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The next morning, I woke up early, the alarm clock reading six-o-clock. I still felt weird, that slightly off feeling, still in the pit of my stomach. Thunder rumbled on outside, the sky occasionally lashing with streaks of lightning. I could hear the water slashing against the ragged rocks, and I knew without even looking outside that the sea was a force to be reckoned with this morning. I went downstairs, my father was sitting at the table, watching me carefully over the newspaper, a steaming cup of black coffee sitting on the table. I grabbed a bowl, and cereal. I sat down to eat, studying my fathers rapidly aging face. His once raven hair was touched with silver at the temples, his black eyes cold, unfeeling. At least that was how I had always seen them. His mouth was turned down into a permanent grimace. For as long as I could remember, I had never seen a real, genuine smile on his face. It hurt me, because in old photographs, and in Billy's stories, my father had always been smiling, a grin flowing from ear to ear, his black eyes twinkling with light. Ever since my mother died he hadn't been the same. My mom died when I was really young, so I don't think I ever got to see that true smile reach across his face.
There was this feeling that I got from my dad, like I wasn't enough. It had intensified 2 years ago for some strange reason. I felt like he didn't think I could ever live up to his expectations. I knew why though. In a very heated discussion with Jacob when we were fourteen, Jake had blurted something horrible out, because he was losing.
"I know why your dad doesn't like you! He doesn't like you because you're a girl. You were supposed to be a boy. Everyone wanted you to be a boy!" Needless to say, I didn't talk to Jake for a week and a half. After that I strived to be the perfect daughter, but there was no use trying to impress him. My father stayed cold and unforgiving, and I gave up, fed up with trying to be perfect when he was never going to accept me. My stare grew from wondering to cold. Usually this subject just depressed me, and I usually stayed away from it. Today it was making me angry, and I had a feeling I was on a short fuse this morning. I finished my cereal in my usual silence. The house was silent, like a crypt. The only sound was the storm outside, raging on, the complete opposite of what was going on inside. Usually I would've attempted to try and make polite conversation, but today I was tired, and my body ached, my mind exhausted from thinking about that sore subject. I grabbed my keys and raincoat, and called out to my dad,
"I'm going out okay?"
"Fine. But stay out of the water!" he yelled back as I walked out the door. I climbed onto the back of my dad's motorcycle, racing off towards the beach. i may not be old enough to drive, but I found it hard to believe that Dan (the police chief) would arrest me, escpecially considering that he was my cousin. I stopped the motorcycle as the beach unfurled in front of me. I walked down the beach, kicking off my shoes and staring blankly at the black water in front of me, crashing onto shore with brute force. I felt the strangest urge to dive in. It was early April, and the water would be freezing, but I didn't care. I stripped down to my underwear and bra, and dove in, the cold water chilling me to my bones. I cut through the waves sharply, angrily. I was still upset with my dad.
The strong current raged on and I fought against it, but I could tell I was losing. I stopped and tried to keep my head above water, but the waves pushed me down. The beach was so far away, and my body was so tried. Just trying to keep my head above water was an exhausting challenge. My head was pushed underwater, and a gulp of saltwater forced down my throat. My head popped up, an I tried to scream for help, but my voice was drowned out by the noise of the storm. I was forced under again, and this time I stayed under, sinking faster and faster. My lungs filled with water, and my mind drifted.
I didn't want to die. I knew that, I had my whole life to live. But being under there, the dark water was so peaceful, so silent the polar opposite of the chaos that was going on in the real world. I closed my eyes and my heart slowed. My life didn't flash before my eyes, like I'd thought it would. What I did see though, surprised me. I saw Jacob's face. Not the new Jacob, old Jake. The Jake that I knew. He was grinning, ear to ear and it must've been a mental picture from last summer. His black hair shone in the sun, his dark eyes laughing. I smiled at the picture, and felt this overwhelming feeling consume me. Jacob was going to kill himself over this. What had I done?
I tried in a futile attempt to raise my hand to swim to the surface, but my hand felt disconnected from my body. It was no use trying. The current was too strong. I closed my eyes, and Jacob's face was all I could see. Just then I felt an arm drape across my torso, pulling me up. My head broke the surface, but before I knew it I was on land. The cold sharp air was chastising, an I wanted to go back into the nice deep water, but the arm wouldn't let me.
"Please Kris! Breathe!" I heard Jacob's crazed voice scream out to me. I was alive? I couldn't' be. I was so sure I was dead. But now I realized that if I didn't start breathing soon, I would be very soon.
Jacob pressed his warm hands against my stomach, and the water came out of my lungs with a whoosh. I coughed hard and my breathing started again, my eyes fluttering open. The air burned as it moved down my throat, and I didn't want to breathe.
"Jake?" I croaked.
"Oh, Kris, thank God your alive." he replied, looking very relieved. His hair was dripping, and his face wasn't angry for once. But it didn't stay that was for long.
"Why did you do that?' he asked angrily, his face morphing into that ugly, hard mask that ha grown on his face over that past few weeks. "You know better than anyone that it isn't safe to go in the water during a storm." I knew I shouldn't have gotten mad, but something clicked inside me.
"I wanted to go for a swim. I would have been fine!" my voice was growing stronger, and my body started to shake. I stood up slowly, pulling on the t-shirt I had been wearing. You would think after almost drowning, I would be exauhsted but a strange sort of energy sparked through me like wildfire.
"You would not have been fine! You would have died out there if I hadn't gone out and saved your ass!" Jake was mad too, but he wasn't shaking.
"Who says I wanted to be saved?" A huge shudder ripped through my body. Jake saw that and calmed down, almost immediately.
"Kris, calm down." his voice was strong, firm. It reminded me of my father.
"No! I don't want to calm down!" I yelled. And two giant shudder raked my body.
"Kris, listen to me, calm down." I opened my mouth to respond, but instead of words, a huge growl ripped from my chest. Jake stepped back, and I don't know what happened. My body seemed to have disappeared, and in place was a huge wolf. Instincts took over, and I looked around, wanted to run. Jake looked calm, and I heard his voice in my mind.
Kris, don't worry, you're going to be okay. It spooked me, and I ran off into the woods, vaguely aware of a ripping noise behind me.
AN:Oh! Cliffy. Well, sort of. Lol. Anyway. I got one review last time, and that is because I sent it to myself. (glares) Then again half of that is my fault for not allowing anonymous reviews, but I am now, so I expect reviews, even if they are flames! Anyway, press the pretty purple button or this computer will self destruct in 5... what are you waiting for...4 come on... 3... 2...1!
