A/N: Ok, So I'm going to suck for a little bit. I'll try to get as many chapters up over break as I can, but dont count on there being as many as lately. lol. Hope you like this new chapter, and enjoy the ride. Chapter seven up ASAP!

Disclaimer: I Don't Own it, except the two oddballs.

Chapter Six – And Who do you think you are, running around leaving Scars?

Abby sat on the edge of her bed, listening to the sounds of deep sobbing next door. It had been a week since Cassady had been let out the hospital, and things had progressively gotten worse. She was no longer eating, and they had to force her to drink water. She very rarely slept, and when she did, she woke up screaming. She cried constantly, claiming that she couldn't stop the pain in her chest. Abby sighed, knowing that Sam and Emily were up too, listening to make sure that Cassady didn't pass out and stop breathing again.

In the past couple days, the problems seemed to increase. She would stop breathing in her sleep, and she developed a fever that wouldn't go below 103.5 degrees at any time. Her eyes were bloodshot, and body rapidly deteriorating, leaving her in a state of disability at all times. Sam, Emily, and Abby had considered putting her back in the hospital, due to the severity of the problem. They didn't want to leave her alone though; her depression growing to uncontrollable levels at times, and having locked her in her own room, they removed all dangerous items.

"Abby," she heard Paul say from the doorway, causing her to be pulled from her already depressing thoughts, "We can't do this anymore." Abby paused frowning.

"We need to convince Jacob to claim his imprint, or we need to put her out of her misery before nature does it for us", Paul said calmly, even though Abby once again was trying to hold back tears that were threatening to spill.

"A couple more days Paul, just give me a couple more days," Abby said, pulling herself off the bed and in to the hallway to hear Cassady once again stop crying due to exhaustion, and pass out.

"A couple more days," She muttered to herself, walking away from the room and downstairs to once again start another long day.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Four Days Later*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Abby sat on the edge of Cassady's empty bed, staring at the spot where she once laid. Abby rubbed that spot, tears rolling down her face, as she realized she should have done something sooner. If she had just listened to Paul, this would have never happened. She got up, walking into the living room to find several upset pack members. Seth laid on the couch, eyes staring at the ceiling, not moving, barely breathing, tears streaming down his face.

Leah was on the floor, staring at the TV blankly. No one had been able to convince her to talk since it happened, but they were positive that they would be able to get something out of her soon. Abby walked into the kitchen to find Emily sitting at the table, hands wrapped around a cup of coffee, having not slept in nights, due to Sam not being human. When Sam received the news, he changed, and even though he was up in the bedroom, and safe, no one had been able to convince him to change back. He claimed it was his fault for them losing her, but he had no idea that she was going to do that.

"Abby, when did you get up?" Emily asked a sound of absolute weariness in her voice. Abby tried to smile, but was unable to convince her lips.

"Not too long ago, but I'll be up for a little bit, if you want to get some sleep," Emily nodded, moving her way upstairs in to the guest room. Abby sighed, turning to the phone, and dialing Paul's number.

"Hey, babe, yeah, it's me. We need to go see him now. I understand that it's a little too late, but I want to see him. I understand. I promise I will be safe; I just want to talk to him. I miss you too. Bye." Abby hung up, running upstairs and throwing on some sweats, and a t-shirt; Time to see the man who did this to her.

Abby stared at the house as they pulled up in the driveway. If time served Abby correctly, the house was more depressing now, than it was before. She got out the slowly, not wanting to be the perky girl she was before she lost her best friend. They walked up to the door, and Abby pounded on the door. It wasn't long before she got an answer; Jacob's rough looking body, damaged over the drinking, and the effects of the imprinting.

"What do you want?" Jacob growled at them, looking specifically at Paul. Abby ignored his looks, and purposefully pushed him out of her way, and letting herself in the house.

"I didn't say you could come in my house, get the fuck out", Jacob growled at her, even though Abby did not make a move to get out. "I said get out of my house." Abby laughed.

"You lost the right to boss me around, when you took her away from me", Abby snarled at him, moving to sit on his couch. "I lost her because of you, and now I want you to feel the immense pain I'm feeling." Jacob stared at her for a moment, and then sat in the chair next to the sofa. Paul stood by the door, monitoring Jacob's every move, and every twitch.

"I understand that you were hurting, and that you had been left behind by someone you loved and cared about, but that gave you no right to do what you did to Cassady." Abby began, her eyes focused on the blank screened TV in front of her. "She wasn't asking you to give her your love, or anything that you weren't willing to give. She just wanted you to acknowledge the imprinting in a positive light. Given her that chance to make you happy, or at least try to." Abby paused, trying to get her emotions back together.

"She defended you, even though you didn't deserve it. She said it was her fault that she got cut, that she shouldn't have pushed you, but I knew Cassady. She didn't push for any reason; she pushed if she felt threatened or if she wanted something so bad that she would fight for it. She was fighting for you that night, even though she had no reason to fight. Even though you had insulted her, and had degraded her, and the pull between you two, to nothing more than a bother to you, she wanted you to care about her", Abby's voice started to crack once more, causing her to pull herself together before she continued.

"I had to watch her fall apart. Those last days I had to watch her cry herself to sleep. I had to watch her body deteriorate so much that she couldn't, wouldn't wake up. She wouldn't eat, or drink. She would just cry. Sobs that shook her whole body, and tore through whatever little bit of a heart you left in her. If she wasn't crying, she was screaming because of the nightmares. Her body never rested. She was torn up from the inside out. I had to hold her down from harming herself when she finally lost her mind." Jacob looked up at her, his eyes filled with confusion, and despair.

"I get it, Bella hurt you. She left you to fend for yourself, and your pack. You thought she was the one for you only to leave you for someone else, and it hurt badly, but you did the same thing to Cassady when you left her. She was your soul mate. She just wanted you happy, and probably would have dealt with whatever you dealt her, as long as you were there. You didn't even give her that. You told her she wasn't good enough. She wasn't the woman who you wanted her to be, and therefore worth nothing to you." Abby paused.

"I don't know how much the imprint bond has affected you, but it affected her. She couldn't ignore it, and she didn't want to ignore it. She dealt with the pain and the torture until her last day. Now you tell me that I lost my friend for no reason. You tell me that you purposefully put your imprint there because your jealousy issues, and let me get on with my life already." Abby turned to him, to see his face stuck in disbelief.

"She's gone?" Jacob asked, as if reality was finally hitting him on what she's saying.

"Yes, she's gone, and it's all your damn fault," Abby began to cry, feeling Paul run over, and put his hand on her shoulder. Jacob stood up, startling Paul and causing him to growl at him.

"Where did you put her?" Jacob asked, his voice filled with grief. Abby turned and looked at him sharply.

"Oh, now you care where were you 11 days ago when her arm was jacked up? Where were you 4 days ago when it took the turn for the worse? Where were you yesterday when we put her there? Oh, right, wallowing about Bella." Jacob looked as though he'd been smacked.

"I- I didn't know," he stuttered, his body showing the signs of shock, and weariness that came with the revelation.

"No, you didn't know, and you wouldn't have had to know if you had just been there for her and not doing exactly what Bella did to you. Only difference is, Cassady succeeded, where you did not. Now, I came here to tell to you that she's gone, and there's nothing we can do about it. Just admit you were wrong and we'll leave." Jacob shook, his head finally catching up to what she was saying, and his inner wolf howled in misery. What had he done? Oh, god, he just pushed her away, and lost the woman who would have been able to save his crippled soul.

"Oh, god, it is my fault. She's gone and it's all my fault. I caused this, if I had just listened to Sam. Oh, god, I didn't mean to do this," tears began to stream down Jacobs face, as reality began to hit him. His wolf went crazy, searching for the bond between him and his mate that he could not find. Abby watched the inner battle rage within his mind, as she stood up, and walked to the door, Paul not too far behind.

"By the way, if you're looking to visit her," Abby paused and met Jacobs lost swirling brown eyes, with her cold hazel ones, "She's at Seattle Bridge Hospital, room 331." Jacob felt his body shake.

"Why did you tell me she was gone, if she's still alive?" Jacob growled, fully prepared to go back to his old routine.

"She's not there. She's as good as brain dead. They'll be taking her off the life support tomorrow. Just thought you outta know." Abby said, before slamming the door shut, leaving Jacob to his much, much darker thoughts.

A/N: Depressing, I know. More Depresssing Next Chapter, and some hope. Jacob's changing. :) No Flames on this Chapter either please!