Chapter 2

3 days gone

I had been waiting for three days for Quil to come back with the good news that they found Jacob. He left about three days ago with Sam to go and find him, but I haven't heard one word yet from anyone. I still didn't know what Quil could have meant by Jacob being the strongest fighter, and for some reason that was the only question in my mind, actually it was the only thing on my mind.

I became curious about Quil's life as I became older. When I became older I also became smarter and I could now tell that Quil was hiding something from me. No wait, Quil wasn't just hiding one thing from me, he was hiding many things from him. He was my best friend, but yet I didn't not know much about that and that bugged me a lot. I wanted to know who he was, what he does because he is old enough to have a job, but then agin I guess I wouldn't really know since he hasn't told me is age.

I heard a knock on the door and went running for it. I knew it had to be Quil, it just had to be. He would stay away from me this long, but why would I care. I mean shouldn't it be nice having him away from me, no protective older brother figure to watch over my every move, to know exactly what I was doing at every second. This should be nice with out him, but yet I found my self not enjoying it much without him.

I got to the door at busted it open. On the other side of the doorway stood Quil. He looked tired like he hadn't slept in days, and knowing him he probably hasn't slept at all with trying to find Jacob. His face was white and he dark circles under his eyes. I could hear him breathing unevenly like he was just about to stop breathing all together. I looked down at his stomach and I saw him holding a cloth to it. All over the cloth was red stains, it came to me that he was bleeding and just not a little but a lot.

"Oh my god Quil! Are you okay?" He walked in like he was trying to say that he couldn't talk. I followed him into the living room and he fell right on to the coach. I ran over to him and bent down to his height. "Quil! Quil!" I screamed. His eyes were slowly shutting.

I ran over to the phone and dialed my Aunts number. "Hello?" I heard a voice on the other end.

"Aunt Emily?" My voice was all shaky. "Is Uncle Sam there?"

"Yeah he is, but he is running around like a chicken with its head cut off." She replied. She seemed so calm. If I was her right now I would be a nervouse wrek.

"Tell Uncle Sam he needs to get here immediately!" My voice was now going in and out.

"Is everything okay Claire?" Her voice was so soft and so calm I wish I could be more like her then my mom.

"Tell him that Quil is very hurt and looks like he is dying!" I heard Aunt Emily yell out to Uncle Sam in the background and then the phone hung up.

Instead of knocking on the door my Uncle Sam just came in with Embry. They both ran to the coach. "Did you call an ambulance?" My Uncle Sam asked.

"Of course I did. I am not that stupid." I answered trying to be as calm as I could.

He turned to me with anger in his eyes, he looked like he was just about to rip all of his hair out. "You called the ambulance!!!" It was more of a statement then a question.

"Well yeah of course I would." I looked at him with amazment in my eyes.

My Uncle turned to Embry and said, "We need to get Quil out of here before they come."

"Yeah I know." Embry had answered back.

They started to pick up the dying Quil. "Where are you guys going?" I question well blocking the door.

"We have to get Quil out of here Claire. It won't be good when the ambulance comes. Just trust us please." He looked at me with pleading eyes. I moved away from the door.

"I have to questions first." They both turned to look at me with Quil in there hands.

"Fine!" My Uncle gave in.

"First, what to I tell the paramedics?" I looked at them with curiosity in my eyes this time.

"Just make something up!" Embry had answered my question when I really wanted my Uncle to.

"Second, will Quil be alright?" I looked at the dying Quil in there arms.

"He will be just fine Claire, don't worry about him." My Uncle had answered me.

"How do you know that?" Before I could get an answer out of them they had already left leaving me there to worry about Quil and if he was going to be alright. I knew he would get out of this but the question was, was I going to be okay well he is away from me.