LIZ- here's your next chapter. (Chapter Corrected)

This one is really short, I KNOW, but I am kinda stuck on what happens next. Read my endnote AFTER YOU READ THIS CHAPTER to get why.

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I woke in an unfamiliar place, I was on what felt like a couch, and it did not seem very big. A large itchy quilt was over me, and I could feel the dried spots on my cheeks where my tears had been. Taking all of these observations in with confusion, but to quickly the day before came back to me: the wolf, the boy, the tears, and the kiss. Where was Jacob?

"You finally up?" that was not Jacob's voice, he was old, deep, commanding.

I looked up to see a man sitting in a wheelchair in front of me. I sat up quickly trying to remember where I was. Nothing came. I looked around, Jacob wasn't here, "Don't worry." Said the old man, "Jake is in his room," he pointed to a door on the other side of the room, "you can wake him if you'd like, he's been sleeping almost as long as you have."

"Thanks," I mumbled, and then walked to the door. Before I opened it though, I turned back to the old man, "I'm Stephanie Rose by the way," I smiled.

"Billy Black, Jacob's father." He smiled back; he seemed to like me. That was a good sign.

I opened the door to Jacob's room slowly. He was on a bed to small for him, but he seemed relaxed. I walked to the side of his bed, and sat down on a few inches that he wasn't taking up. "Jake" I whispered, "Jake will you wake up?" I shook his shoulder, a little harder than necessary, but I figured with all that muscle he might not notice a mere tap.

Jacob sat up the moment I touched him, he looked around wildly, before seeing me, then grinning from ear to ear and propping himself up on the head board, "You woke up!" he exclaimed, "I thought you were going to sleep forever."

I had to smile at that, I could see him sitting next to me watching me roll back and forth over the nightmare I likely had last night, "Yep, I'm up now." I said, looking him in the eye. He had heavy black lines under them, but seemed awake enough the moment I showed up.

"So," he said, putting a large hand on my shoulder, "I told you my story, now you have to tell me yours." I knew exactly what he was getting at, the betrayal; he wanted to know who had hurt me so badly to cause that eruption last night.

"What do you want to know?"

He thought for a moment, possibly putting questions in order of importance, "Where are your parents?"

I sighed, that one was expected, "Dead" I stated flatly.

"Ok, how did they die?" he asked, also an expected question.

"My dad died of cancer when I was 6, and my mom was murdered 8 months ago." His face became very worried, he really did care for me, I could tell.

"Where did you live when your mother was alive?" I was slightly surprised he did not continue with my mother's murder, but maybe he considered it a touchy subject, and it was, just not in the way he thought.

"Seattle, for only a few months though, we traveled there from Canada."

"So you're an immigrant?"

"Yep"

"Did you run away after your mother died?" I was about to say yes, but that wasn't true, I had to answer truthfully when I looked into those eyes.

"No, I was in foster care for two months before I bolted."

"And why did you?" Shoot, that wasn't exactly a question I wanted to answer at the moment.

"I was betrayed" I breathed, looking down at my hands. I hated thinking about it. This was the first time I have ever admitted that aloud.

His hand reached out to cup mine, he held them in a tight loving squeeze, "You don't want to talk about it, do you?" he asked, he was a mind reader. I nodded, looking at our hands, "You know you can tell me anything, no matter what it is?" I nodded again. There was nothing I could say to that, "Next question then." He stated, "How old are you?"

He asked simpler questions for a long time, nothing out of the ordinary, my schooling, friends, hobbies, and many, many questions of "What is your favorite…?" Jacob was keeping it simple for my sake.

"Ever had a boyfriend before?" I blushed.

"Several," I admitted, "How about you, any girlfriends I should know of?"

"No, not really," he had sadness in his eyes again.

"Jake, what are you thinking about?" I put my hand on his arm.

He shook himself out of thought, "Nothing" he murmured. So in other words, something you're not going to tell me? I thought. I was a little insulted, until I realized how much I was keeping form him.

There was a long silence, both of us were avoiding each others eyes I couldn't believe how much I was lying to him, how much I would never tell him. Was I ever going to? Would I get the guts to one day tell him what really happened that awful day in Seattle? To tell him of the day my heart was broken in two. Would it break again? Would his? He would want to hurt Julius, he would want to kill him, but I could never let him do that. As I learned from our kiss the day before, I was still in love with Julius, and I was not sure if that ever would change.

The silence was too much for me; I was about to break it, when he spoke, "What happened in Seattle? Will you trust me enough to tell me? Or should I guess."

Tears filled my eyes, "Don't ask me to say it aloud, Jacob" I whispered, looking at my hands, still tangled with his, as if they had the answer to all of my problems. No, I couldn't cry again. I saw two large hands untangle themselves from mine. I just stared at my limp fingers. Two arms rapped around my back and pulled me to his chest. I went willingly. I rearranged myself so that we were parallel, he under the blanket, and I on top. My arms rapped around his bear chest, I could tell his strength was immense, I could feel his muscles. I held myself close to him. Suddenly I could feel no tears, as if being pressed against his heat made them evaporate like steam.

I held my Jacob closer, I never wanted to leave again. I felt safe, safeness that did not match anything I had ever felt before, even with Julius, even before he betrayed me, even before he hurt me. Nothing could tear me away now, there was no power in this world or the next that could make me get rid of my Jacob.

Why did I feel like this? Could I? Could it be? Did I? Did I love Jacob Black?

Liz- I LOVE this ending, I have used it before for another one of my stories, and my friends got so mad at me for how much they wanted to read more.

One thing…I know you all may know, or think you know, what happened in Seattle, but I want to know when you think Jake should. I want to know if you want one of these: (pick one, and review with your answer)

A. Stephanie Tells Jake now (this would very possibly make this story shorter, but if you want it)

B. Stephanie waits, she keeps it a secret till she sees the Cullens (which will happen, the meeting the Cullens part I mean)

C. Julius (you should know who he is) shows up and tries to reclaim his lost love, and Steph is forced into telling Jake

D. Another Idea that I didn't put up here…

Let me know, and think it through carefully. I know how I would write each of them; I just don't know which one to do.