SETH POV
Dear Seth,
Actually, I know how that feels. My dad died in a car crash when I was nine. My mom moved us here a month after that claiming that she didn't want to be near the painful memories. She was right of course, neither me nor my brother wanted to remind ourselves everyday that our father died in the same highway we would pass on to get to school. After six months of living here, mom remarried so now I have another step-brother. He's sixteen, a year older than me. My biological brother lives with his girlfriend in Chicago, he didn't like our new stepdad. That's when the real trouble starts. Mom died when I was twelve and I was left with my stepdad and my stepbrother. My stepdad began to drink, he could finish a twelve-pack before dinner was over. He and my stepbrother beat me up all the time and they molest me everyday when I get home from school.
Sorry to drag my life story. Anyways...that's the only thing worth saying about me.
~Juliet
The letter began to shake in my too-large hands. I was shaking from head to toe when arms went around me and started tugging me away from the beach. The piece of paper fluttered out from my hands and I struggled blindly against the person holding me.
"Seth, bro, cut it out" Jacob's voice whispered in my ear "Get control of yourself"
Five more minutes of struggling and I was able to stop trembling. "How could anyone do that" I said through gritted teeth. I couldn't believe that anybody would and could do that to a powerless teenaged girl. Even if this was her third note, I already felt a pull towards Juliet and it hurt me when she told me that she was abused.
"You would be surprised how many are victims of child abuse are our there" Jake said bleakly. He handed the note back to me after he had read it. "This though...this is new. I only heard of physical abuse to kids but not sexual abuse. This is rare for La Push"
True, almost everyone knew everyone in La Push.
"Who is that?" he asked me and I shook my head. "No idea"
"Could be your imprintee" he mused "or someone looking for something"
I decided to let his last statement pass. I stuffed the note into my back pocket and started jogging home. Jacob kept up with me and I groaned. "You won't tell anyone about this, will you?" I asked and he snorted. "I'll try not to think about it." I smiled at him "Thanks dude. I owe you"
He pulled back knowing that I wanted to be left alone and I was grateful to him for that. I was glad that Jake knew when to pry and when to leave you alone. That was one of the best things about him. That and the fact that he was the one who taught me how to make a bike from scratch.
Dear Juliet,
I find that hard to believe, really. But since I trust you, I believe you and I'm here for you but you probably know that already. To change the subject, who are you? Please tell coz' I'm dying to find out who you really are!
~Seth
I stuffed it in the hole when I finished it. It seemed too short to really comfort a person but that was the best that I could do. Maybe not the best but you get the point. What I didn't include in my note was that I would continue to find who Juliet was and I wasn't stopping.
Hunter's instincts took over me as I launched myself out of my bedroom window ready to find out who this mysterious girl really is.
