VII
"So," Alice started and I knew what coming, "why Izzy?"
"Bella was to nave. She fell for good looks and charm, but Izzy is cautious and wise from her experience with him," I didn't say his name anymore because it hurt to bad I didn't say it because I couldn't stand his name in my mouth, "He left me broken twice Alice and I don't think I can handle a third, I barley handled a second."
"Yes, but-" Alice started, but I swiftly squashed the hopeful gleam in her eyes.
"No 'buts' Alice that's just the way it is. I won't take him back, no matter how many reasons you say why I should, when he crawls from his hole and takes it like a man. That will never change Alice, do you understand?" I questioned, my patience wearing thin.
"Yes, Iz. I think you may need psychiatric help though…" Alice trailed off at my incredulous expression
"Oh get off it Alice, that won't ever happen. I am perfectly stable. And before you go off spouting about that whole third person thing, I was just so outraged at myself for being so stupid; it was better for me to talk of it in the third person okay? I am not crazy nor will I ever be and definitely not from scum like him," I said vehemently, I was mad she would mention that as a plausible option for me.
"You need to deal with it in a healthy way and just forget-" Alice started but I cut her off again for a second time.
"Oh just leave I can't the smell anymore, either I jump you or you leave," I shouted this as I started to shake.
She didn't bother a response, I could tell she was angry as she rushed out at the same speed she came, but there was definitely a different air about the run, faster to get away then to come I suppose all the hope and anticipation killed in our little conversation. Leah walked a couple minutes later as I watched the sunset through my hospital window, sighing.
"Hey Iz," she started, but I had no idea what she was going to say, "spill."
"What do you mean? Didn't Sam tell you all about my little revelation?" I questioned a little confused.
"Yeah about the whole Iz thing, but I still don't get why'd you want to talk to me before rehab? I mean Jake is understandable and I even get why'd you suffer through a conversation with the leech, but me I just don't get why?" she questioned honestly intrigued.
"I had to tell you that I wanted to be a werewolf. I want to protect everybody so it's only fitting that I become a 'protector'" I said a smirk on my thin lips.
"Of course, but why not just tell Sam," Leah asked.
"Well, for one you were the last person I talked to before I left and I wanted to reassure you that I was going to stay for good this time and I wasn't going to leave, also you are the only one I can really relate with, I mean, you had the love of your life pulled out from under you, mine left with a choice, but they are pretty similar," I said kind of rambling a little bit.
Leah smiled and said, "I'm glad you trust me that much."
I yawned and Leah laughed.
"I guess that's my cue to exit," Leah said the smile still on her lips.
"No," I said sitting up, messing with the IV in my arm, "not again."
"What I'd thought you'd be used to it by now," Leah said with a smile.
"Yeah. Yeah," I said with a small smile and laughed.
"Well, if you don't want me to go, what do you want to talk about?" she asked with a big smile splayed on her face, finally plopping herself into the chair that was previously occupied by Sam and then Alice.
"I wanted to know about running. I know it sounds stupid, but all I can think of my pale shaggy hair in the wind and running with the rest of you guys. It's my motivation," I whispered, lost in the vision of it I had.
"Pretty good motivation. It is like you know you meant to be this once you run with the rest of them and when you kill the first killer, you just feel so energized. It is amazing and respected job to be expected to protect your family and the family's you've grown up with," she also whispered, lost in the memories.
"Visiting hours are up ladies," a gentle nurse said as she put a new bag of IV liquid in the bag and I groaned.
"Jake'll be around in the morning tomorrow okay?" Leah asked as she stood and walked near the door.
"Oh joy," I said sarcasm evident as ever, "that will be the worst conversation of my life. Okay before you open old wounds, not the worst, but definitely in the top ten."
And with those final closing words Leah laughed and drifted off to peaceful sleep full of soft dreams of running with the pack for the first time.
