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Chapter 7: Putting The Pieces Together

"What did you huh? What did I tell you?," he growled.

I wrapped my arms around myself in some sort of shield, "N-Nothing."

"You're lying aren't you? You're lying to me again!."

"Paul stop," I begged. Stepping away from him.

His body started to shake, "How could you."

"I… I didn't mean to, I swear."

"Yes you did!." He grabbed me by my upper arm and shook me.

I shrieked, "Paul!."

His other hand gripped my other arm, shaking me harder.

"You're hurting me!."

"Admit it Fay! I won't stop until you've admitted it," he spat.

"Please."

"No!."

"Please stop, you're hurting me," I groaned.

"It serves you right."

He gripped my arms harder and without a second thought, threw me across the room. I screamed out when the back of my head hit the opposite wall, blackness overtaking me.

I could vaguely hear him laugh, an evil laugh, a laugh I had never heard him laugh before. I could have stood up and left, taking Noah with me. I could have reported him to the police and then I could have lived peacefully with my parents always wondering how he could turn on me like that.

But I couldn't. I was too weak, too out of it.

Instead I lay there with my throbbing head against the wall, blood oozing out of my wound down the back of my neck. My body limp and helpless.

And just when I thought nothing could save me, something did. Something cold. Something that bit down on my neck causing me to scream.

Something that made me cold too.

"Leah was right," I mumbled.

My eyes fluttered open, to find myself lying on a hospital bed. I was panting, shaking with the realization that it had all been a dream. A horrible dream. A nightmare. Which caused me to sweat so badly that my nightgown clung to me.

I looked around the empty hospital room, wondering why I was here in the first place. Then it all came back to me, not every single detail but the part where I crossed the road and saw the sports car speeding down the narrow road towards me.

Remembering it all now made it seem amazing that I was actually laying here, alive and well. Besides the fact that my elbow had obviously been stitched up and was sore to move, or the fact that the back of my head throbbed just like in the dream.

My eyes found the empty chair placed next to the bed, a sense of loneliness and disappointment filled me.

Where was everyone? Where was my husband? Where was my baby? Did they even know I was in hospital? How long was I here for? What happened to me? Do my parents know? My mind was filled with questions but no answers.

"You're awake." A nurse stated. A small smile on her face as she walked into the room.

I nodded.

"How are you feeling? Are you in pain?," she asked. Examining my elbow and making sure the drop connected to my arm was working properly.

"My head hurts a little," I replied honestly.

She winced, "I'm sure it does, you hit your head really hard after… I'll make sure to get you more medication in a while."

I smiled weakly in response, reaching up to touch the throbbing wound but my head-including my forehead- was wrapped up in a bandage.

With a sigh I leaned my head back into the pillow, careful not to hurt myself just as the nurse left the room only for another to appear with a bouquet of a dozen red roses along with a box of -what looked like- chocolates.

People didn't normally buy me flowers or chocolates, they simply came up to see me and for me that was better than any gift they bought. However this didn't mean I didn't appreciate it. In spite of my accident, the chocolates seemed appetizing.

"These were delivered ten minutes ago." The nurse smiled, "Would you like me to put them on the table or…"

"Yeah sure, um do you mind giving me the note?."

"Sure." In one quick movement she tore the note from the bow on the bouquet.

I took it from her, "Do you know who sent me them?."

She shook her head, "I assumed the note would say."

I almost smacked my forehead, "Of course. Sorry I'm a bit slow at the moment."

She waved it off, "Let me know if you need anything by pressing that button to your left."

And with that she left the room.

I smiled in excitement, wondering who had bought me the gifts. Opening up the pink card, it read;

Get well soon,

Xx

Frowning, I turned it over but no name was to be seen. Maybe it was someone I'd see and they hadn't bothered letting me know who they were as they'd see me anyway.

The table wasn't too far away, just to my right so I took the chance and reached for the box of chocolates. They were obviously expensive, made by my favorite brand Lindt. The roses must've been expensive too, considering it was a dozen. Whoever sent them, I was flattered by their generosity towards me.

Popping one of them in my mouth, I thought back to my dream. It had seemed so real, so vivid. Yet, Paul was so horrible in it, so abusive, acting in a way no man should. Then when he threw me and I hit my head, I was bitten. The feeling of turning into a vampire was horrible to say the least. It had felt so real.

It was the ending that left a bitter taste in my mouth though. I just couldn't seem to get Leah off my mind. It was stupid really, I mean it's nothing new. She always said harsh, hurtful things but last night wasn't even that. It was just plain out scary and I wondered what she truly meant by it.

Shrugging it off, I looked up just as the door swung open to reveal Paul with Noah cradled against his chest as he rushed over to me, his eyes watery. I hadn't got the chance to say anything before he used his free hand to wrap me up in a hug so tight, it was new to me but meaningful.

"Fay, oh god Fay, I can't even speak, I'm just so… oh god," he mumbled into my neck as I felt a hot tear fall onto my skin.

I bit my lip, keeping my emotions in check, "I know. I thought I was going to-."

"Don't, please," he begged. His voice muffled against me.

He pulled away for a moment, his cheeks wet with tears as he handed me a crying Noah. I diverted my gaze away from him, afraid I'd break down and instead held Noah close to me, I had missed him so much. My baby. Our baby.

Paul stood by the window down the right side of the room, leaning against it, his shoulders hunched. This whole incident must've been awful for him. I could remember what it was like for me when he was injured. You could tell just by looking at him that he was broken. His brown t-shirt and black khakis were creased and worn looking. His hair a mess. And his face. Oh his face, he was paler than usual.

I hadn't realized that I was staring at him for more than an acceptable amount of time until I realized he was quivering slightly.

Gulping, I looked away and down at the bundle in my arms. Noah's cries had died down and he now snuggled up to me in that adorable babyish way, his eyes drooping.

"I would have tore him to pieces if I had been there," Paul growled.

His words took me by surprise, "What do you mean?."

He looked over his shoulder at me, "When he knocked you down, if I had been there, there would have been war."

"Paul I know you're upset but thank god I'm okay right? Please don't feel so bitter, it's not good for you."

"He just sped down that road like he thought he was some sports man, trying to win a race. But he'll pay for it, by paying up and being locked away for a while. Jerk."

I grimaced, "Who was he?."

Paul was already kneeling next to me by the bed, taking my hand in his, "Trevor McCoy, he's from Seattle. Don't ask me what he was doing on the rez."

"Oh."

"But it's going to be okay," he smiled forcibly, bringing my hand up to his lips, kissing each of my knuckles, "That's the most important thing."

"He was coming to me so fast Paul, I just… I can't get over the fact that I've only hurt my head and elbow."

He shrugged, "I'm just glad you're okay honey, I literally lost it this morning."

Paul took Noah from me then, leaning in to place a soft kiss on my lips, pouring all the love he had for me into it. I asked him whether he was leaving or not but apparently he was staying as long as they'd allow him.

A wave of tiredness flushed throughout my body but I was afraid to sleep. Afraid that when I woke up, no one would be here to comfort me, especially the two most important males in my life.

And as luck had it, the door squeaked open. My heart beat increased at the thought of seeing my mom or dad, or even Emily or Kim or Jacob. The people closest to me.

Of course it was my parents along with my little brother.

"Fay," mom sighed with relief. Her over imaginative imagination had probably thought I would be out of it till next week.

I smiled brightly, "Mom." As she wrapped me up in a hug.

Next up was my dad, who gave me a hug of his own. It was a rare occurrence, my dad was usually awkward about things like that. I never really understood it but learned to accept it and not take it personally.

He patted my shoulder as he pulled away and it wasn't until I looked at them both standing next to each other that I realized that they'd aged.

"Fay?," a small voice asked on the other side of the bed.

It was my brother. I didn't even have to say anything to him, I just pulled him in for a hug. He took after dad in that way, he was awkward about showing his affections. And the saddest part was, that when I had lived with my parents, him and I had gotten on so well. But now with me being far away, he was all closed in on himself once again.

Some day's I'd wake up feeling guilty about leaving home. After all, they were my family too and I loved them just as much as I loved Noah and Paul. But it was a different kind of love, a love that lacked the magic Paul and I had. And that was what made me feel better.

I had never abandoned my family, I just got on with my life a little earlier than most girls my age did. There was no harm in that.

After my parents and my brother gave Paul a hug and placed kisses on Noah's cheek, mom brought up the subject she had brought up not long ago.

"Now don't get me wrong, I know you're hurt now honey and I know Paul is working and all but we'd love for you two to come visit, just for a week. It'd be lovely and you could show Paul where you grew up and go visit your cousins and stuff. We'd love it. Wouldn't we." She gave my dad a look.

He nodded, "Of course."

Paul grinned, his eyes tired, "Well whenever Fay is up for it, I'll take time off work to visit."

"Great! Absolutely brilliant! Can't wait!," mom gushed. Clasping her hands together in excitement.

Just then, the pack along with Kim and Emily barged into the room, catching my parents off guard. It was funny really, my human parents were in a room full of werewolves. I often imagined what their reaction would be like if they knew.


Another day passed by and I was lucky enough not to have another nightmare. Last night I had begged Paul to go home when he refused to. It wasn't fair on Noah and it wasn't fair on him. He needed his sleep, he looked dreadful.

Reluctantly, he left but not before kissing my lips. His kiss was soft, slow and lingering, one that'd have you wanting more. He was gone before I could even say goodbye, leaving me alone in the brightly lit white room.

The nurse had told me they'd let me out after three days, just to be sure I was completely fine. I hadn't really got a problem with that, in fact it was nice to be looked after for once.

I dreamt of when I was a child that night.

Fay,

I'm so sorry about the accident, I was so worried about you, you have no idea.

I kept thinking that maybe if I had gone with you and Emily yesterday, that I

Could have gone to the store and maybe this wouldn't have happened.

As soon as you get home I'll come see you again. Like I said, I have some

Important things to tell you and just in case you're wondering NO I'm not

Pregnant.

Lots of love, Kim x

Kim had stuffed the crumpled letter in my hand as she hugged me goodbye yesterday. She was pretty much silent and Jared didn't seem to be in the happiest of moods. Of course he let on he was for my sake but he wasn't fooling me.

Then we have Leah, the mysterious she-wolf. Even though I had been knocked down and put in hospital, she still hadn't come up to see me. I could see it in Paul's eyes when he had asked Jacob where she was that he was furious she hadn't bothered to visit.

I didn't care though. I thought it was a low thing to do but I didn't care. Leah by now, meant nothing to me.

"Um… hey."

The familiar voice caused me to jerk my head upright. Shocked at who had finally come to visit.

"Don't look so shocked to see me, it's only for a minute," she said. Taking a seat next to the bed.

"So you've decided to honor me with your presence Leah? How nice of you."

Surprisingly, she stared down at her lap appearing somewhat humble.

"Do you ever wonder why us creatures exist?."

"What do you mean by creatures?."

She stared up into my eyes, "Werewolves, vampires."

I shrugged, "No. I just accept it."

With a sigh, she said, "I do but I never come up with any answer. Most of the time I wish that I was just an ordinary girl, living an ordinary life but then again I'll never be her so I move on. You're lucky you know, to be this way."

"To be mortal?."

She nodded, "Yeah. And you're also lucky that we exist."

"Because of Paul?."

"Of course. But you're also lucky that vampires exist too."

I stared at her dumbstruck, "Am I missing something?."

She stared off into a space for a moment, giving me time to think of what she had just said. But why would she say that? It didn't make any sense to me, just like last time we spoke. I was beginning to think she was up to something.

Biting her lip, she raised herself up off the chair and headed over to the table, smelling the flowers. A small grin formed on her lips as she leaned in to smell the box of chocolates too. It was a weird site but I left her to it.

Suddenly she was kneeling by the side of the bed, looking deep into my eyes, "You haven't touched the chocolates have you?."

"Actually I have, I ate one yesterday."

"Why only one?."

I leaned my head back against the pillow gently, "Because-."

"Because you don't know who they're from." She answered for me.

"Look Leah, if you're here to torment me, feel free to leave."

"Don't avoid the subject Fay, you know that's all you're doing."

"What subject!," I spat, "The chocolate one? I didn't want another chocolate! In case you've forgotten, I was knocked down yesterday!."

"Ah-ha!," she smiled, standing up to her full height again, "I've gotta run now but remember what you just told me and ask yourself whether that was what really happened."

And with that, she left.

I was confused, taken aback and slightly disturbed by what Leah had said. She just turns up, doesn't bother to ask me whether I'm doing alright and instead, jumps right onto some odd subject.

To be honest, I hadn't really got a clue what our whole conversation was about. She was definitely leaving something out, leaving it up to me to figure out myself. Why she was putting me through this, I didn't know.

But I did as she asked, despite how furious I was with her. I thought about what I had said to her and asked myself like she told me to, whether that was what really happened. It was a crazy thing to ask myself. Of course I had been knocked down, why else would I be here?

Nothing could have put me in this position, besides I saw the car coming towards me, I wasn't imagining things. Then as expected, I was knocked down and knocked out at the same time. Yes, I was lucky my injuries weren't worse and I was so thankful for that but there was nothing to question. Leah was just being ridiculous.

I fell asleep after that.


My eyes fluttered open to the feel of something cool against my forehead.

"Paul?."

"Hey," he smiled, "Sorry if I woke you, you were burning up so the nurse asked if I wanted to cool you down with a damp cloth. Are you feeling alright?."

I thought about it for a second and decided I wasn't, "No. I feel nauseous."

He ran his free hand down my arm, "Do you want to get sick? I'll get you a bucket or something."

I shook my head, "Not at the moment."

"I'm so sorry I didn't come up earlier, I was so stressed last night that I just conked out and didn't wake up till this afternoon."

I kissed the side of his hand that was now pressing the damp cloth to my cheek, "It's fine. Was Noah alright?."

"Yeah. My parents stayed the night after they saw how broken up I was. They came up to see you yesterday but you were asleep. They said they'd come up later today."

"Leah came by before I slept."

His eyes widened in surprise, "Did she turn over a new leaf or something?."

I chuckled darkly, "No, still same old Leah but even weirder."

"I'll tell you what's weird. You know that jackass who knocked you down? Yeah well he swears that he did not hit you."

My breath caught, "Wh-what?."

"Yeah! You heard me." he removed his hand from my face, placing the cloth on his knee, "I nearly lost it Fay, who does he think he is? And does he think this is some kind of joke? Jeez! What's wrong with people!."

He started to shake, I placed a hand on his arm, "Stop Paul, just forget it."

All I could think about was Leah, Leah, Leah.

"No, you just can't forget things like that Fay! You can't. I know I can't."

"Please, for me? I don't feel too good."

With a sigh, he nodded.

Today he looked much better than usual, not to mention his attire was completely different to what I was used to. His v-necked shirt- navy in color- clung to his body in all the right places, the muscles of his six pack prominent under it. Over it he wore a black leather jacket which was left unzipped. His jeans, a dark blue, looked new and so did his dark brown leather shoes. His hair was gelled too.

Wow.

To me he always looked good but today he looked mouthwatering. Yeah, I knew I was lying on a hospital bed but I could still admire my husband right?

The smile I didn't realize I was wearing disappeared when Paul lay down next to me on the small bed, wrapping his arms carefully around my waist and resting his head on my shoulder. I loved the fact that he was next to me, it's just… Leah popped into my mind again.

"I was working on a battered up car, thinking of you and how happy I was to be your husband. How wonderful it was to have a child with you, how I couldn't wait to get home and see you and Noah again when I got the call. I was speechless at first, the phone dropped from my hand in shock and when I found my voice again, all I could whisper was your name over and over.

I left work, I didn't even bother to let my boss know, I couldn't, I just couldn't speak to anyone. The only smart thing I did was remember to tie my pants to my ankle before phasing. When I reached the woods next to where the accident happened, there was a crowd of people just standing there staring.

I was outraged, it was disgusting. I didn't want anybody looking at you like that, I didn't even know myself how bad your injuries were-." He sobbed into my shoulder then and I fought hard not to let myself cry too. His burning hands clung to the hospital gown I was wearing, as if I was going to run away from him or something.

"Paul, it's okay. I'm fine now," I whispered softly into his hair.

"The police freaked out when they saw me running to you as you were being helped onto a stretcher. They wouldn't believe that I was your husband until I broke down at the sight of your blood stained clothes and emotionless face. Then they asked whether I wanted to get into the ambulance with you and of course I did.

That moment in the ambulance was the saddest moment of my life, I'll never forget it. Although the nurses were working on you, I held your hand in mine and your fingers curled around my hand ever so slightly that it was barely noticeable but I did. I never stopped speaking to you, telling you over and over again how much I loved you, how much you meant to me.

My tears never stopped flowing either and my whole body ached. I was afraid that maybe I'd phase on the spot with the sight of you so hurt, so empty. But I knew I'd have to control myself and be there for you. Oh Fay."

He leaned up on his elbow, looking down at me with teary eyes and wet cheeks. There was a moment of silence between us but there was nothing we could say to each other, only one thing fitted that moment except Paul had one last thing to tell me.

"And you know what the nurses told me? That they'd never seen anything like you. It was such a horrible crash that they were in shock at how little injuries you had, not one broken bone baby, not one. They just said that you were cold, very very cold."

That's when I put the pieces together in my head. I did as Leah asked once again and asked myself, whether getting knocked down was what really happened? And the answer came to me so quickly, that I wondered if I had known it all along.

No, I hadn't been knocked down.

I was saved.