Emily's POV
Jacob left so quickly that it took a couple minutes for me to kick my brain into gear. I shoved the laundry basket on the couch in the living room, grabbed my keys and started out the door.
Of coarse Sam intercepted me on the front walk because, well, that was just my luck. "Emily." He nodded.
"Hi." I greeted as I hurried past him. The past couple of days I've been avoiding him more so because I didn't know what all Leah told him. I assumed everything. If not for the fact that they are a couple it was for the simple fact that the few times I ran into Leah the past couple days all I got were glares.
"Where are you going?" He looked like he just got off patrol. He could barely keep his eyes open and he was shirtless.
"Out." I answered. "And its kind of important, so if you excuse me..." I took a few more steps.
"Important?" He narrowed his eyes refusing to move and eying my keys. "Oh, crap...did we run out of food again? I could of sworn..."
I shook my head, gathering my hair in one hand. "Nope, more important then the grocery store.'
Sam looked me up and down carefully and I had no choice but to stand there uncomfortably under his stare. "Yeah..." He started carefully. "I can see that...What happened Em?"
To be fair, Sam and I were together long enough for him to tell if there was something wrong just by the way I was acting. Just because I knew that though, didn't mean I liked it. "Nothing..." I shook my head. "I mean, I don't know yet."
"But yet your leaving..." He frowned and sighed, glancing away from me for a second and up towards the sky in frustration. His eyes got huge then and he, quite literally sniffed the air a few times, witch would have been comical if not for the fact that I knew what was coming.
"Shit, Emily. Why do I smell blood?"
Normally, I would give him a direct answer. Normally the reason why he smelled blood was laying on our living room couch already bandaged up by me. But nothing was normal anymore so I hesitated. "Jacob's hurt...I think."
"You think?" Sam raised his eyebrows.
"He left here pretty quickly." I explained. "I was going over to Billy's to see what was wrong."
Sam seemed to hesitate for a moment this time. "I...okay." He finally just nodded still staring at me strangely. "Um...tell him that..." He sighed. "Okay." With that he started walking towards the house.
I stood there and stared at him for a couple more minutes. He couldn't have made it any more obvious that Leah did tell him about us. "Sam?" I called after him before thinking.
He turned around.
I bit my lip and tried to think of something good to say, but came up short. "I uh...I'll tell you how he's doing."
He nodded. "You do that." With that he turned on his heel and went inside.
I really wanted to apologize. What for, I don't know. I just felt like I should.
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On the way to Billy's and Jake's I started crying. I'm not sure why, I just did. So by the time I got to the front door and raised my arm to knock, I was desperately trying to wipe all evidence of tears away. I knocked softly, not sure who all was home and bracing myself to face Billy again. After a couple minutes of no answer, I knocked again.
"Go away, Emily." I heard Jake's voice call from inside. Whether it was waspy or weak or anything else, I didn't know because all my mind seemed to want to process was that it was Jacobs voice.
"I cant do that Jacob, you know that, let me in." Again, it was the first thing that came to mind to say.
I was greeted by a couple minutes of silence in witch I waited frowning. "Fine, Come in. It's unlocked." Jacob grumbled.
Of coarse the door was unlocked. How stupid of me. If he was hurt, he wouldn't think to lock the door. I twisted the handle and hurriedly stepped inside scanning the house for him. I found him in the living room laying on the couch.
"I was trying to sleep." He grumbled weakly at me.
"Jacob!" I hurried to him dropping my keys to the floor. "What happened?" His hands are on his neck and without thinking I put mine on top of his to move his so that I could see.
"No, Em." He refuses to move his hands. "I'm already healing."
"I still want to see." I persist pulling at one of his hands.
He winces. "You don't need to." Again his hands stay put.
I frown. "Then tell me what the hell happened."
Jacob frowns at the cuss. He knows me well enough to know that when I cuss, I'm desperate. "I..." He starts carefully, his demeanor changing drastically once he see's the frantic worry in my eyes. "Nothing, Em. Just got hurt on patrol, that's all."
I raised my eyebrows. "So is that why you ran out of Sam's like that? For just a few scraped you got on patrol?" It was fairly obvious I didn't believe him.
He sighed again. "Well, I didn't say vampires did it, did I?"
I snorted, and shook my head, removing my hands from him. "Since when have you started lying to me Jacob? Do you think I cant handle it? Come on, You know all the things I had to handle before. Let me see."
There was something in his eyes that I couldn't pinpoint what it was, but after staring at me for a few minutes, he slowly removed his hand and the towel he had to stop the blood. "See? Look. Its nothing."
He was right. The wounds were healing, but they looked like they were pretty bad and I was no expert, even now but they didn't look like no vampire did them. "Jacob..." I whispered going to touch it gently, needing to do something about it. "What happened?"
He sighed and caught my hand, holding it in his grip. "It was Leah." He gently told me.
"Leah?" I gasped.
"Yeah, we got into a...disagreement and went to attack each other in wolf, she went for my neck."
"Jacob!"
"Don't worry, Sam stopped us before we killed each other."
I frowned. "Sam was there?" Of coarse Sam knew everything! I was such an idiot. That's why he was acting so strangely before I left the house. And he knew what happened, why he smelled blood, he just wanted me to say it.
Jacob nodded. "Isn't he always?"
I bite my lip. "What we you disagreeing about?" I use his word even though I'm smart enough to know that it was much more then a disagreement.
He hesitates, making it obvious that he doesn't want to answer. "Em? Im thirsty. Could you maybe get me some water?"
I frown at him. "Jacob, tell me."
"Water."
I stare at him strangely half getting up. "Not until you tell me."
"Fine, I'll get my own." He comes back with. "Let me up."
"It was me, wasn't it?" I quickly go back on the ground again so that he couldn't get up. "Thats why you wont tell me. It was about me. Leah told you the same thing she told me a couple days ago, didn't she? That she heard us talking a Sam's the other day?"
He looked away from me. "So what if she did?"
I snorted again and got up to get him his water without responded. Its not bad enough to be still heartbroken over the man that broke his imprint with me is it? Now I have to deal with my cousin and My...well...Jacob going at each others throats every five minutes because of me. Jacob and Leah always fought before, it was true, Leah always fought with everyone before because well, she felt like I do now but at least then it was easier to deal with. At least then Jacob wasn't getting hurt because of me.
I took longer in the kitchen then necessary and when I finally came back, I found Jacob sitting up. I frowned at him and handed him the glass sitting next to him. "You should be laying down." I told him.
"Cant drink laying down." He responded, gulping the water. "Cant do this either." Before I knew it, his arm snaked around my waist, pulling me against him, being careful of his neck. "I'm okay Emily." He whispered, lips brushing my hair. "You can stop being on the verge of tears now."
"I wasn't crying." I quickly defended not bothering to pull away.
"Oh?" He almost chuckled. "I can smell the salt, Em. Plus, if you take a look at yourself, you'll know why I don't believe you right now."
I frowned and wiped my eyes once more. Did I really look that horrible?
"The question is why are you crying?" He went on. "It was before you even walked in the door."
"Because you cant do that Jacob! You cant run away from me after I see that your hurt! It doesn't work that way. It never has. Plus, you can be going and attacking Leah just because she says something."
"I didn't attack her!" he defended. "Well, she attacked me too, and if you heard...She was calling you a bad person, Emily! And saying that I would end up doing the same exact thing Sam did to you! Which I won't" His arm snaked around my waist even tighter. "And I feel the need to point out that You have never deduced to tears when one of us pulls the whole running away when we're hurt thing. That was special for me and this time, wasn't it?"
I turned my head to look at him, cheek against his warm chest. "I don't know what it was, Jacob." I answered softly.
"Huh." He reached to put his empty glass on the table. "Well I do."
Even though I had a pretty good idea of what he thought it was, I stayed silent thinking about what he just said before that. About how Leah said he was going to end up doing the same exact thing Sam did to me. She was right. Jacob would imprint some day and leave me again. It was inevitable, and if I had to go through it a second time, I wouldn't survive it.
"I do." Jacob whispered again, oblivious to my train of thought. I felt his lips kissing my hair. "You, Emily Young, were worried about me."
"I worry about all of you." I responded dryly.
"You know what I mean." His breath was in my ear. "I told you...I...wasn't going to touch you again until you told me told me yes..." He started stuttering and grew silent for a couple minutes. Maybe he was giving me time to move away, but in all honesty, I didn't want to pull away. I knew I should though, and I was slowly trying to convince myself that it wasn't Jacob that I didn't want to pull away from but the simple human contact that it was perfectly normal for every human to crave.
Jacob shifted a little, cuddling me closer and pulling back. "So I wont." He said it as he was trying to convince himself. "Cuddling between friends is fine though." He nodded to himself and held me tighter. "Lets just pretend that...You're still with Sam and...I'm comforting you until he gets home because he's doing something that you are really afraid you'll never see him again." He nodded to himself again.
I snuggled even closer still to him without even knowing it. He could make up all the stories he wanted too as long as he didn't move.
