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Chapter 9
Part two
Three days later...
"Sam, did you hear about what happened to Leah?" Emily gasped, after getting off the phone with one of her close friends, Kim. Gossip always spreads quickly in small towns. Because everybody knows everyone.
He shook his head. They hadn't really spoken with each other in months; he assumed she was still angry with him and let her have her space. He was still very much in love with her, so of course he wanted to know what was going on.
"She was pregant."
Sam's face grew sullen, but he didn't lose his temper. Even though he was slightly jealous. He convinced himself that he had no right to be. He had Emily now. It was a messy situation, to be still in love with Leah but revolve around Emily."Was?"
Emily looked at the floor, upset. She bit her bottom lip and nodded slowly. "She lost the baby. It was going to be a girl. She was only five months along, though."
There was one more question that he had to know, no matter what. He was almost afraid to ask, because it was none of his affair anyway. But something inside him insisted that he knew. If I just knew, he thought to himself, then maybe I could finally let go. He took a deep breath.
"Who was the father?" he wondered, sounding quite indifferent.
But he wasn't indifferent. In truth, he was breaking inside. Bit by bit. A long time ago, that baby could of been his.
"Jacob," she said, in a tone that suggested that she was just as puzzled about it as he was. "he's staying at her house to help her cope."
Sam nearly fainted.
Leah stared at the flame on the end of the match in her hand. She took a deep breath; she was having a mini panic attack. The flame seemed to be winking at her, daring her to burn the demon's arm. Jacob watched her, neither objecting or approving at all. The hand's right finger twitched.
"I can't do it," she groaned, and locked the hand back in its box, then locked the box back into the chest. She slid the monster's prison back into the depths of the closet. She turned the lock on the door and sighed when the arm's knocking sounds started up again. Jacob looked disturbed by the uncanny noises.
"That's creepy."
Leah rolled her eyes. "Tell me about it."
The phone rang, and Leah made a disgusted sound, as if she knew who it was but didn't want to talk to them.
"You going to answer that?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Nope. But you can, if you want to. I mean, he's going to be very...um...interested."
"He? Oh wait. Never mind. Was that him calling every four hours or so?"
Leah rolled her eyes and snorted. "Sadly, yes. He wants to 'check up' on me."
Jacob sighed. "That is sad."
"I mean, he acts like I belong to him or something. It's my life," she stated, cold.
"He still is in love with you," he told her.
She shook her head slowly. "No. No he's not."
"Sure, sure."
"He can't be imprinted on Emily and love me at the same time. Imprinting doesn't work that way."
"And you know so much about imprinting because...?"
Leah's eyes grew fierce, but soon the black light in her eyes died. In its place was nothing, she had the eyes of a dead person. She played with the pink stone on her ring finger, quiet.
"Because it always screws me over," she answered flatly.
Jacob shook his head, wry. "You can be in love when you've imprinted."
Leah looked up at him, and raised both eyebrows. She seemed almost curious. This was a lot different from the normal know-it-all Leah Clearwater. She studied his facial expression.
"Explain."
"I mean, look at the way he looks at you. And Emily. It's almost the same look of adoration, only your look is more sad because he knows he can't have you."
Leah nodded, grim. This was like putting salt on a wound. But at the same time, she wanted to know more.
"And he says your names almost the same way, only he says Emily's name as if she's joy itself."
"He's wrapped around her little pinkie finger. Even I know that. That's exactly why I gave up."
"But, what if," Jacob said slowly, "there was a way to break an imprint. That's what I've been wondering lately."
Leah didn't catch on very quickly. "I don't know. Maybe if a werewolf's imprintee becomes a vampire or something?"
Jacob nodded, a slight smile on his face. "Or maybe if she doesn't want him at all?"
Leah shook her head, forcing a phony smile on her face. "But they don't say no, do they? They never say no. Emily did, at first. Then she finally caved in. But maybe if the imprintee dies?"
"In the legends, it is kind of clear that werewolfs mate for life. Once they find 'the one' and settle down, even after death they still are in love with their mate. Once they start a family, there's no going back. They're loyal that way," he muttered.
Leah's stared at Jacob for one long second and understood. She bit her lip, and headed toward the exit door.
"I-I'm going to call Seth back," she mumbled, shocked.
She walked out of the room, leaving Jacob all alone with Bella's limb. The limb felt some glee in this, and pounded and pounded on against the door, as if it would like to wrap its cold fingers around Jacob's throat.
