AN: Alright, so first I would like to give a shout out to Xx-PrincessPeach-xX and my beta I Am Switzerland101. This chapter is dedicated to my "best friend" Schelbi and my wonderful, amazing boyfriend who helped me write Quil's POV.


Chapter 5

Quil's POV

"Claire, honey?" I called softly through her locked bedroom door. "Jake just got off the phone with your school. Nessa's going to bring your homework by this afternoon."

"Okay," her soft voice answered. A loud, violent sob came through the door.

"Please let me in," I resorted to begging. "Please."

I heard shuffling on the other side of the door, and the knob twisted slowly. Claire's beautiful face appeared a moment later. Mascara was running down her perfect copper cheeks while fresh tears were streaming out of her stunning green eyes. Even now, she was the most perfect creature I'd ever laid eyes on.

"What do you want, Quil?" she whispered, her voice raw.

"Come on, sweetheart," I grabbed her hand. "We're going to our cave."

"No, Quil. We're not going anywhere," she murmured. "I just…can't. I can't trust you anymore. Lily and I will be out of here by this weekend. I'm sorry, but it has to be this way," she softly shut the door in my stunned face.

"Quil," Embry came up behind me and put a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Come on, bro," he whispered softly to me.

I turned away from Claire, my life, my soul, my heart, and walked toward the living room.

"She's leaving. She hates me. I really screwed up this time." I felt my frustration mounting. "Why? Why did I keep this from her?" I angrily asked myself.

Because you were afraid. Afraid she wouldn't love you.

I couldn't say it out loud, but that little voice in my head was right. I wasn't just afraid, I was terrified. I was terrified of losing the only person that mattered to me, and in the end all of my fears were right. Claire was gone from my life. I messed up the one thing that really mattered.

"Quil," Jake murmured sympathetically as he embraced me in a brotherly hug.

I hadn't even realized that tears had begun to fall from my eyes, and I angrily wiped them away. My reason for living didn't want me anymore. That cut me deeper than any knife could. I slowly stood up and looked around the room. Everything held a memory of Claire.

"Shoot!" my angel's voice rang from the back of the house. I heard her drop something in a box and tape it shut. She was telling the truth.

My Claire-Bear was going to leave me.

"Jake?" I asked, new resolve laced in my voice. "When are you going back to Alaska?"

"Um, sometime next week," he answered, unsure of himself. "Why?"

"I'm coming with you."

Claire's POV

"I'm coming with you," I listened to his determined voice.

Quil? Quil was leaving? Didn't he understand how much I needed him? Without him, I had no reason to stay here.

I looked at the clock. Three o' clock. Perfect. I grabbed Embry's car keys and my wallet. Being sixteen had its perks. I could come and go as I pleased and didn't have to ask the person I didn't want to see most for a ride.

Slipping on my furry boots, I quietly tip-toed out the back door. I climbed into Embry's car, hoping he wouldn't mind, and headed toward La Push Middle School.

Lily was sitting on the front steps waiting for Nessa and Andrew to pick her up. She saw me and I quickly waved her over.

"Claire?" she asked, confused. "What are you doing here?"

"I need to talk to you."

"Okay, hold on," she gave a strange look. "Hey Tiff!" she called to one of her friends. "When Drew and Nessa get here tell them I left with Claire." The girl nodded and Lily climbed in the car.

"Lily," I began cautiously. "Do you miss dad?"

"Of course," she answered immediately.. "All the time."

"What do you think about going to live with him?" I suggested.

"Claire," Lily's voice suddenly took on a harsh tone. "No. I moved out of my house, the house I'd lived in since I was born, because of you. I made my mother cry, because you couldn't stay in that house. I'm being affected by this too, Claire. Now you want me to move to the other side of the country because you had a fight with your boyfriend? I don't think so."

"He's not my boyfriend," I said lamely.

"Forget it, Claire. I'm moving back in with Mom."

I stared at her. Even though I was in complete shock, I turned the key in the ignition and began the drive back to Quil's house. When we reached our destination, I turned off the car and Lily ran eagerly into the house. I followed slowly behind, shuffling my feet.

"Claire," Quil called as soon as I walked through the door. He crooked his finger in my direction, indicating that I should come closer. "Claire," he whispered again. "I'm leaving.. What I've done to you, what I am, isn't good for you. I shouldn't have let it get this far, and for that I apologize." Even though I knew this was coming, it still hurt. It felt like I'd been burned.

"You are not going to leave me," I yelled in vain. I knew his mind was made up. I knew that he was leaving whether I liked it, or not.

"I'm going to Alaska with Jake," he murmured gently.

"You are not going to leave me!" I screamed again.

Quil's POV

The look on Claire's beautiful face tore a gaping hole in my heart. My eyes strayed from her glorious face; it hurt too much to look.

When I turned to face her again she was sitting on the floor, her face hidden in her knees.

"Claire, please don't cry, there is no reason to cry," I murmured, desperate to slow the tears that were now flowing freely from her incredible green eyes.

"You're right," she said wiping the tears from her eyes as she stood up. Her face was torn. "I want answers. You aren't going anywhere," she said, a tear escaping her eyes every now and then, "until I get some answers."

"Claire I have to leave."

"If you're leaving, then I'm leaving too" she said, storming to her closet. She picked up her suitcase and started throwing stuff in it.

This shocked me. I knew Claire was leaving this house, but leaving La Push? She couldn't. Her family was here. Her friends were here.

"And where do you plan to go?" I asked. I was desperate to find some flaw in her plan so that she would stay here.

"To New York, with the one person who loves me, my dad." she said.

It was true; her father was a completely different man now. I walked away from her, leaving her stunned. Not once have I ever walked away from her while we were having a conversation.

Jake was throwing his stuff in his old, beat up suitcase at rapid speed. "Nessie needs me back home, man. If you're coming with me, we're leaving tomorrow morning," he whispered sadly.

I nodded my head and turned towards Embry.

"I'm sure you guys heard all of that," I began; they both gave a quick nod. "So you know Claire's going to New York."

"Quil, this is insane! You can't leave! You can't leave her, you imprinted on her fourteen years ago! Sam said it was impossible for you to leave the one you imprint on," Embry yelled in frustration.

"I have to leave! Everything I was afraid of is happening!" I argued. "She hates me. She hates what I am," I murmured dejectedly. "Embry, just promise me something. Promise me that you'll watch them until they leave. Be there for them. Let them know that I love them."

"Quil, man, I'll do everything I can for these girls. They're practically my own, but you have to tell them. Everything."

I wanted to tell her everything. I was about to burst, I wanted to scream, Claire, you want answers well here they are! I am a werewolf. The woman you saw outside was a vampire who so badly wanted to kill you! I kept this from you because I love you. I have loved you since you were two years old. We are meant for each other. We are supposed to be together. I was terrified you would be afraid of me, and I am sorry that I love you so much and I didn't want to lose you.

The tears I had fought so hard to keep back rolled down my cheeks.

"I can't. What I am, it isn't good for her. I was stupid to think that I could ever have her. I was stupid to let it get this far."

"iOkay bro, I can't make you do anything you don't want to do," Embry placed a comforting hand on my shoulder.

I walked into my room with Jake and Embry close on my heels. The contents of my closet were soon emptied into my suitcase, and everything else of any importance was packed carefully. I gently put picture after picture of Claire in my bag. Her stuffed bear that she had given me when she was five, the keychain with the little wooden carvings of trees that she'd made with Jake for my birthday one year, and anything else that reminded me of what we once were, what we could've been one day, was laid gently in afterwards.

"Goodbye, Quil," a soft voice from behind me called. I turned around and looked into the face of an angel.

"Claire, you know I love you," I said. She turned and I grabbed her in my arms. She hugged for a minute, and then started beating her arms against my chest.

"If you love me then why are you leaving me, why have you been keeping secrets from me?!" she yelled losing the battle against the tears that were now streaming down her face. "I tell you everything! Tell me Quil! Why are you keeping secrets?!" she yelled. "Why are you leaving me?" she whispered as she fell to the ground.

That was all I could take, I walked into the hallway, phased, and took off out the door running. I heard her say, "Quil, I love you, please don't leave me." I stumbled a little after I heard her say that, but I did not stop. I ran into the woods at full speed. I didn't know where I was going, but it was going be far away from here.

I would never look back.


AN: I'm sorry that I'm doing this to Claire. When my life sucks, I take it out on my poor innocent little characters. Oh well, *sigh*. There's that green button... you know what to do with it.

forever yours.

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