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Ignoring the dull ache in my leg I chewed furiously on my bottom lip as I chucked my bag out of the window praying no one would see it. Glancing downwards I looked at the green plant winding up the side of the house and hoped it would hold my weight. I mean I knew I had piled on a few extra pounds with the whole eating chocolate cake for breakfast thing, but I wasn't that heavy. At least I didn't think so.

"Quilly?" a small voice murmured. Cursing under my breath I turned to see Claire sitting up in bed rubbing her eyes. Great, I was getting compared to an oversized bear who didn't even bother to chew his food before he swallowed. And people wondered why the hell I was so bitter. I scowled.

"Quil's not here," I tried to smile but it came across as more of a grimace. I was awful with kids, I didn't have the patience to deal with them. They whined and threw just as many tantrums as I did yet I was the only one who was seen as bitchy. Totally unfair in my opinion. And they got to eat as much chocolate as they wanted without getting cast disapproving glances every five seconds. Kids had it easy, if only they never had to grow up and realise how crappy the real world was.

"I'm sure he'll be back soon," I added hastily watching as Claire's flushed face had begun to crumble under the weight of my words. I couldn't do anything right. Why couldn't she have waited five more minutes to wake up? Why the hell had that been so hard? Stupid, stupid luck.

My eyes flickered back to the open window as Claire pulled a stupid stuffed wolf closer to her chest. Really, in my days it was bears. I had never understood that logic, giving children cuddly toys of things which were supposed to be feared in the adult world. Some days I had the urge to walk up to a grizzly and ask for a hug and then blame freekin toy manufacturers when I got my head chewed off. The whole world was damn crazy if you ask me, which you didn't, but I tend to give my opinion anyways these days. My mute button seems to have evaporated.

"Where are you going?" Claire still sat up in bed, her seemingly intelligent eyes watching my every move. From the moment I had stepped through the front door of Emily's house I had felt like I was under surveillance. It was even worse than the few fateful nights I had been in the psychiatric ward. Everyone seemed to be judging me, waiting for me to slip up. At least I had the decency to give them a show, I would have hated for the gossips not to find anything juicy that they could tell the whole of La Push. And now they had my tiny niece watching me too. I suppose it shouldn't have hurt so much, it had been a long time since I had been trusted with anything, but surprisingly it did. Like a incredibly sharp dagger through the heart.

"Out," I muttered in answer to Claire's question as I gingerly swung my bad leg out of the window and peeked out trying to make sure I wouldn't end up dead if I fell.

"But where to?" Claire asked her voice increasingly persistent for someone so small. A smile tugged at the edge of my lips, she reminded me so much of me at times that it scared me. I may hate the world but I didn't want her to turn out bitter like me. No one should ever have to end up like me. It royally sucked.

"Just out little girl," I rolled my eyes swinging my other leg round to sit on the window ledge, "didn't you mama never tell you not to ask so many questions?"

"My mum left last year. I live with Aunt Emily and Uncle Sam now," Claire's voice was scarily calm for a five year old, it tugged on my heart strings. That explained the hint of bitterness I had witnessed. I had known my Aunt had fled to open a clinic in Africa after her ugly divorce, but Claire had chosen to stay behind. My supposedly 'responsible' Aunt had let my young niece handle such an important decision on her own. I would always hate her for that.

"I know sweetheart," I tried to make my voice sound softer- more like Emily's- but instead I sounded fake and uncaring. Which I was. Gripping the window ledge tighter I shuffled forward slightly trying to grasp the plant running down the length of the house.

"You know cigarettes are bad for you, right?" Claire murmured as she lay back down in her bed as if suddenly bored of our conversation. I almost lost my grasp and fell to the ground at her perception, of course she knew where I was going even before I did. Swallowing my usual sarcastic response to that comment I gazed over at Claire one more time as she snuggled further down in her bed.

"Yeah I know," I muttered, "but sometimes things that are bad for you make even worse thing fade into the background for just a little while."

Taking a deep breath I reached out and grabbed what looked like a rather large stem. Swinging my whole body round I closed my eyes and held on tightly as I shuffled down the side of the house, the plant swayed dangerously beneath me. It had been so much easier to sneak out in Seattle, my Mum was normally so drunk she couldn't differentiate between actual life and what was going on in television.

Grabbing my shoulder bag from the ground I ducked down and ran down the driveway towards the road- well, if you can really call it that- lining the forest edge. Digging my hands deep in my short pockets I cautiously inhaled the unfamiliar scent of the earth and rain around me. Pushing past the pain in my leg I walked quickly desperate to get away from the suffocating confinement of Emily's home. Everyone was too happy, seemingly so blissfully unaware of life outside of La Push that it scared me. I had a sinking feeling in my gut that when my Mum and I left we would never see Emily again. She had a new family. A husband. People who cared more about her than we ever did. She didn't need us anymore, she especially didn't need me fucking up her perfect new life. I fucked everything up, it was inevitable.

Concentrating on the rhythmic sound of my feet hitting off the ground I choked back a pointless sob. Just barely I could remember my laughing self twirling around in the house as Emily laughed with me. It seemed so long ago. How could it only have been as little as four years? I hadn't always a bitch. Maybe if things had turned out the way they were supposed to I never would of ended up one. I tried to imagine what my life would have been like without the accident. I could picture myself dancing with all of the enormous jackasses, flirting with them and only having the occasional sip of wine. Claire would have looked up at me with wonder and Emily would have smiled at me as she walked down the aisle. Hell, maybe I would have even liked Sam. Although probably not. I could see it all so clearly that it hurt, it hurt so damn much. Tracing the familiar scar on my forearm I drew in a shaky breath. I was desperate for a cigarette. I picked up my pace trying to remember how far away from civilisation I was.

"What the hell do you think your doing?"

Startled, I stumbled forward only to be caught in a scorching embrace. A shot of pain crawled up my leg as I hissed in pain. Glaring upwards I got lost in the hauntingly familiar eyes of Paul. My heart clenched tightly in my chest.

"Get your hands off me," I spat trying to push him away and not succeeding, "I like my personal space okay? How many times do I have to say that before it registers in your thick skull?" I hit my hands repeatedly off his chest enforcing my every word. Pain shot through them as I remember spraining my hand on Brady's equally hard chest the night before. Funny how I had hardly noticed it all morning. Of course it would be Paul that reminded me, he reminded me of a lot of things. Things I would rather forget. Things I would rather leave in the past.

"Let me go," I repeated through gritted teeth. Paul's eyes seemed to flicker over every image of my body looking for damage before taking a reluctant step backwards. Smoothing down my tank top I gazed around taking in Quil's familiar smirk and the guy I recognised as Embry and his abnormally wide smile. What the hell did a girl have to do for privacy in La Push? Lock herself in a cupboard? I wasn't against theat idea.

"I asked you what you were doing?" Paul repeated as he reached up to run a hand through his non existent hair. Standing my ground I forced myself to look into his burning dark eyes instead of letting my eyes linger on the droplets of sweat lingering on his exposed chest. Why did he have to be so damn hot? And not just in the literal sense.

"What the hell does it look like I'm doing Paul? I'm walking. Lots of people do it. You should try it sometime," I rolled my eyes trying to move past him but he easily blocked my path. Stupid steroid taking giants. Sometimes I hated being so freeking tiny.

"The girl does have a point," Embry winked at me as he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet. Sidling up closer to him I returned the wink. Beside me I felt Paul's frame vibrate suddenly, almost as if he were a walking time bomb.

"Shut up Call," he growled and then refocused on me, "I can see your walking. But why? Aren't you supposed to be on house arrest?"

"Seriously? You're interrogating me?" I swirled stabbing him in the chest with my pointed finger, "you're the one who just stumbled out of the woods half naked with two other guys. Maybe I'm not the only one with secrets huh? Something you would like to share with the class Pauly?" His shaking increased and Embry took a step forward almost as if protecting me from him. I frowned at the sudden tense atmosphere that engulfed us. Something was off.

"I suggest you shut up now," Quil muttered, "unless you want to get seriously hurt."

"Is that a threat Quil?" I snarled bypassing him to glare at Paul some more. Jackass. I cured my hands into fists.

"No," Embry's voice sounded hollow, "merely a warning."

Glancing up to the sky I groaned aloud as rain began to fall steadily around us.

"Look all I wanted was a peaceful walk into town to buy some cigarettes and a large quantity of alcohol," I threw my arms up in the air to emphasise my point, " I don't appreciate being told what to do like some freeking five year old. I do not like you, in fact I would go as far as to day I hate the whole lot of you..apart from maybe Brady. So just leave me the hell alone!"

Paul's hand darted out to clutch my arm tightly as I went to walk by him yet again. Using my free hand I wiped the rain furiously away from my face. Quil and Embry exchanged anxious glances as a wolf howled in the distance.

"Why do you have to be such a selfish little brat?" Paul yelled still shaking, "of course out of all the people in the god damned world I would get stuck with you."

"What the hell are you on about Paul?" I tried to tear my arm from his grasp but he was just too strong, "I don't even know you. You are not 'stuck' with me and whatever messed bi polar thing you have going on I would appreciate it if you kept it away from me."

"Your so screwed up," his words hit a little hard to home and I flinched, "you're a pathetic mess. And an ungrateful bitch. Sam got Emily and I got you. You!"

Against my judgement I cried out as Paul's grip tightened on my arm. Quil stepped quickly in between us and unsuccessfully tried to pry Paul's fingers away. My breaths came out in short gasps.

"You are seriously messed up," I laughed wildly as my hair blew in my face. I thought back to the soft glint in his eyes only the previous day and the careful way he had handled my injured hand when I had stumbled in drunk. Where had that Paul gone?

"Have you looked in the mirror sweetheart?" he smirked coldly, "I'm not the messed up one here."

"Oh fuck off Paul," I roared as I finally managed to wrench my arm from his grasp. His body was shaking so much that he was almost blurry. Inwardly I realised I was terrified of him but I kept my expression neutral. I wasn't going to let some jackass make me crumble. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

"Gladly," Paul muttered so quietly I almost couldn't hear him. I stood limp with shock as he stalked towards the trees his figure still blurry. Quil's hand reached out towards me but I flinched backwards.

"Leave me alone," I whispered, "will all of you just leave me the hell alone?"

Sprinting by him I tried to ignore the feeling that my heart was breaking in two. Choking on air I ignored the stinging of my eyes as I continued to run. I hated Paul Meraz. I hated him more than I had ever had hated anyone in the world. I never wanted to see him again.

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