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Chapter Seven
Bella's point of view
It was two days after the welcoming home party. The house was extremely quiet as the kids were with their grandfather and Billy, for a full day of fishing, something that they both truly enjoy.
Kelsey also wasn't home, as seeing she was with her imprint Embry. Today he was showing her, his giant horse sized wolf shape-shifters. I'm hoping she will take the news, and not running away screaming.
There was something on the edge of my head. I needed to recall what it was. It felt like it was important, too important not to remember.
Taking a sip of steaming coffee, as I thought back from the past two days and what happened on that day. Bingo! A smile graced my lips. Running to my car, as I suddenly thought of the spirit dream.
Driving to La Push was rather short, in this new car then my older rust bucket of a truck. I pulled up to the front of Sam's house. His house looked exactly the same, just with a brand new coat of paint. This complemented their flower garden perfectly.
Sam and Paul ran out the front door, the minute I turned the car engine off. Damn him, I thought. Why does he never wear a shirt? The sun shined off of his delicious eight pack. I didn't move, as I watched his body move towards me in slow motion.
"Bella, is everyone okay?" Paul worriedly asked me.
In the background, I heard a faint chuckled that sounded like Sam's voice.
Sighing as I started to saying. "Paul, honey, the kids are fine. They're not hurt that I know of. Besides I have to tell you, guy's something I should have done two days ago."
"What do you need to say, Bella?" Sam asked in his alphas tone. It was also the same tone he uses when he wants the truth and nothing but the truth.
"At the party, when I fainted, I was having a spirit dream." I stopped for a second to let the words digest. "I've met Jake's grandfather, the one who made the treaty."
"Go on," Sam said with his arms crossed. His face held no emotion.
"He told me a storm was coming for the pack, and I am the only one who can prevent the war from happening. Then, there was one part that I was sworn to secrecy to not reveal, only when the time is right."
That perked their interest. "So you think something is going to happen?" Sam asked concerned.
"Yes," I stated. "I don't know how, or when, but yes. I can feel it."
"How soon," Paul whispered.
"I don't know."
"I don't believe you," Paul whispered with a shake of his head.
My heart broke within a second, as I stepped back slowly, as my voice caught in my throat, "You don't believe me in general? Or about me having a spirit dream?" I asked Paul with my hands on my hips.
"Neither," he muttered not meeting my eyes.
Narrowing my brown eyes at Paul, as I whispered in a soft voice, "whatever you say. I won't bother you about it again."
Getting into my new car, as I sped towards my father's house closely paying attention to the speeding limit, as I listened to the rain gently fall on the car's windshield. When I arrived back at the house, Kelsey and the girls were quietly eating dinner. The smell of her cooking made me nauseous. It was fine for the kids, but it wasn't all that tasty.
Kelsey looked up at me from her plate. She came over to me, after seeing my face. "What's wrong?"
"I went over to talk to Paul and Sam about something that happened two days ago. Paul told me that he didn't believe me on what I was saying and also just in general."
She had her hands on her hips. Kelsey's face first turned to anger and then sad. She knew that I haven't had a steady relationship in four years. Men just didn't find the time to want to date a younger woman with two kids. "What happened afterward?"
"I got in my car and left. I didn't want to be there a second longer making myself look like an ass."
"Didn't Paul imprint on you?" Kelsey asked confused. She just learned about the pack from Embry earlier this morning. Surprisingly, she took it very well.
"Yeah, he imprinted on me before I went to Arizona. I just didn't find out that I was until recently."
"I think you..."
Kelsey was stopped of by a frantic knocking on the front door. Turning on my feet, I went to answer the door. A young woman about the age of eighteen, with bright red hair, was standing there. She was shivering as the rain that just started to fall slightly harder. Her eyes were light green, ones I remembered from my childhood.
"Megan Grave," I said, hugging her closely.
"Bella Swan, it has been awhile," she said stepping back from the hug.
"Yes, it has," I responded with a sigh.
Megan grave is my other cousin from my mother's side. She is also related to Kelsey. Although she is a couple of years younger than us, she'd fit in perfectly well.
"So what are you doing out here in the middle of nowhere?"
"I've missed you so much."
"What is it, Meg?" I used her nickname from when we were younger.
Her smile vanished, as she had a faraway look in her eye. "My mother, Debra, kicked me out when her new boyfriend moved in." The way she said boyfriend held hostility. Clearly she didn't like him.
Raising an eyebrow, "What is so wrong with her having a boyfriend?"
She gave me a look, silently asking if I truly wanted to know what was wrong. So I nodded, then she sighed. "His name is Dan. He is a year older than me. But that's not the fucked up part," she paused. "He was my ex-boyfriend. He only broke-up with me two months ago. Now he's fucking my mom."
No wonder why she hates him, I thought. "Come in, your welcomed here, any time."
"Thank you, Bells," she said with a sad smile.
"Do you remember Farah and Callie?" I asked.
"Yeah, but that was two years ago." Megan's replied as we entered the hallway. Stopping as she walked into me. "Bella, are you okay?"
"Was he that guy with the blue Mohawk, snake bites, and wears nothing but the color purple?"
"Yes," she said embarrassed.
"That's good," I told her positively. "He was obsessive of snakes."
"You're right," she said. "He was weird, but that is what I liked. Besides we grew up together."
"Now that is weird," Kelsey's voice sounded from the kitchen. "Your mom's going through a mid-life crises."
Megan shook her head, wildly. Her red hair was currently wet from the very quick rain storm. "No," she stated calmly. "Did I forget to mention that she is three months pregnant?"
"No, now that is wrong. Wait did you say earlier that he broke-up with you two months ago?" I asked her enraged.
"Yeah, he cheated on me with my mother. She even went through with it though. She could have said no, but I guess she doesn't care about me."
"Megan, listen you're not the problem. She is..." I begged Kelsey with my eyes for help.
"Megan, you have your whole life ahead of you. You're only eighteen, and he was only a guy. They're more fish in the sea," said Kelsey. "You will find the love of your life. Then, this bull-shit will just be another memory down the road."
"Your right," said Megan, in a strong voice. Now that's the Megan I know. "Now I just need some sleep."
"Okay," I told her. A thought came to me, so I quickly asked her, "Do you mind having the room in the attic?"
"Sure, I don't mind. I will even sleep on the floor if I had to."
"No, there is a comfortable bed upstairs. Now go, you look tired."
"Good night and thanks." Megan left the first floor making her way upstairs.
When we heard the footsteps end, Kelsey turned towards me. "Now where was I," she said casually tapping a bright pink manicured nail on her chin. "I think you should talk to Paul. If he still doesn't believe you, then give him the silent treatment. That always works."
"Fine," I told her drained, now onto another subject, about our family members. "That was wrong of Aunt Debra. I mean she is her flesh and blood. I officially disown Aunt Debra. She went too far."
"Yeah...but, Megan has us. We will get her through this. No matter how long it takes." Kelsey responded as the doorbell rang.
"Kelsey can you get the door?"
"Sure."
I finished up what was left of my cheese burger from McDonald's. Seth and Sam walked into the kitchen. What are they doing here? I thought.
Paul's point of view
I can't believe I told my imprint I didn't believe her. I didn't know how much I hurt her, until I saw her reaction. It will be my fault if she leaves. She left once she might do it again, although last time her friend died, but now she doesn't have a valid excuse.
It was two hours since she left, and Sam convinced me to talk to her. I guess I was trying to look out for their safety; that I pushed what I learned over the years against the facts.
"Ready to make things right with, Bella?" Seth asked from next to me in Jessica's car.
She was the driver, and Jake was sitting up front. Seth, Sam, and I were squished in the back seat. Her car was smaller than any of the imprints.
The only reason Jessica was here, was to apologize from four years ago. Jake was going to make sure she did.
"Yeah," I told Seth. He already treated Bella as an older sister.
"Better not chase her off," Jake's voice became a warning.
"Yeah, I'll try not to. But I'm not promising anything. It's her choice on what she does. I only truly have said when it comes to Farah."
"I can't believe she kept your child from you," Jake commented from the front seat of the car.
"We'll that is in the past, but I will be looking towards the future."
Seth was the first one to knock on the front door of the Swan residence. Kelsey opened the door, although I was hoping it was Bella. Now she must know what went down.
"We're here to see Bella," said Sam.
"You two can go in, she's in the kitchen. Paul, I need to talk to you," Kelsey said with her hands on her hips.
"Sure," I said as Seth and Sam went into the kitchen.
"If you ever hurt her, no matter how big or small the problem, I will find a way to kick your ass." She threatened.
"Yes, I know I was an ass. That is why I came here tonight."
"You better."
She turned on her feet and walked into the kitchen. Bella was sitting down with Farah in her lap. Callie was in Seth's lap as she was coloring.
Bella's point of view
Sam and Seth entered the kitchen. Callie's face lit up as she spotted Seth. Hmm…I think she has a crush on her soon to be uncle.
"Paul's talking to Kelsey," Seth said.
"Bella," Sam started. "I want to personally apologize for earlier."
"Sam you have nothing to be sorry for. I don't balm Paul either."
"Why did you say that?" Seth asked.
"Well I have been back for three days. People might think I was only here to start trouble." I calmly told the guys, "Even though I came back for the kids."
Sam and Seth had an amused grin on their faces. Sam rested his elbows on the table. "Kelsey just threatened Paul. She told him if he hurts you anyway she will kick his ass."
"She tends to be overprotective of everyone she cares about," I said.
Several minutes pass as Paul walks in with Kelsey on his heels.
"Bella, I'm so sorry." Paul pulled me into a hug.
"Paul," I said getting out of his hold. "There is nothing you need to apologize about. You were only acting out of instant. That's fine. If you didn't I would be severely worried."
His brown eyes searched mine. Finding whatever logic he could. His arms were still wrapped securely around my waist. Although I wasn't complaining, as seeing they were pleasantly warm.
Sam cleared his throat, as the adults stood there in an uncomfortable silence. Sam looked to the front door, "Jake and Jessica are outside in the car. She wants to apologize to you, including Jake."
"Okay," I said while rubbing the back of my neck. "Why don't you bring them in?"
Seth nodded and left. The kitchen fell into a comfortable silence once again. Although it only lasted for a second, until Megan's voice sounded. "Bells, do you have something to drink?"
"Yes, help yourself."
"Hey, Bells," a voice called from the living room. It sounded oddly like Jake. He stepped into the kitchen at the same time Megan turned around. BAM! As soon as they looked into each others eyes. Jake was perfectly still while Megan's eyes popped out of her head. Jake just imprinted on my baby cousin.
Wait, I thought. Why would he imprint? If he already did before? That didn't make very little sense, whatsoever. The only way it could, is if Jessica Stanley was not one of the imprints. Was she even an imprint? So many question's and not enough answers.
"Jake, didn't you already imprint?" Seth asked apprehensively.
Jake seemed to be in a daze. As if he was woken up for the first time in awhile. He ran his left hand through his chopped black hair. "No, I just did a second ago."
He did sound certain, "What about, Jessica, your imprint; although it is rather hard, not to mention impossible, to have two imprints."
"What are you talking about?" demanded Megan. A look of realization crossed her face. "Your drug dealers, you told me before that you never did those things." She screeched. Megan's voice then grew a little bit louder as she said, "no, no way! Does your father know you're in the mafia?" She demanded. One second she's in a panic, then the next she is demanding some answers. She reminded me of a kitten, cute and cuddly, then feisty the next second.
Rolling my eyes, "No, to both. We don't do drugs. Second, we are not in the mafia."
She released a breath that she was holding in. Her green eyes looked around the room, although her eyes stayed on the shirtless men.
"What's your name?" Jake asked uncertainly.
"Megan Graves," she extended her, left hand for him to shake. "What's your name?"
"Jake Black and those three shirtless men are: Sam, Paul, and Seth." Jake told her.
"So how do you know Bella?" Paul directed the question towards Megan.
"She's my cousin," Megan responded meeting Paul's eyes.
I thought Jessica was going to apologize, but she wasn't in the kitchen with everyone else. Making my way into the living room, no sign of her either and I know no one was upstairs. So I opened the front door, looked outside, noticing that her car was not in the driveway.
Running into the kitchen, as the men where in a heated argument over the recent discovery of how Jake has two imprints. "Quiet!" I shouted. "Jessica's gone."