"Jacob? What's going on?"

"Just pack your shit, Anja," he snapped at me, stomping up the stairs as I ran to keep up with him. "Something is going on at home, Sam needs me and I wouldn't want you to feel like you're stuck out here with me," he sneered, shoving his stuff in his bag.

"Would you stop twisting my words?"

"I'm not twisting anything. You said, to my face, that we're stuck together. Were those not your words?" I stayed silent, grabbing my things and shoving them into my bag. He was upset, he was being rash, and he was probably stressed out about whatever is happening with Sam. I kept my mouth shut, which seemed to aggravate him more than just arguing with him. When I zipped my bag up he'd wrenched it from my grasp and headed down the stairs, his face stony. I heard the door slam and followed after him. "Get in the car," he told me when he came back in and noticed me standing there. I did as he said, sliding into the passenger seat and putting my belt on, slumping against the door when I felt my heart twinge. This is just what I need right now, this stupid imprint stuff fucking with me.

The drivers' side door opened and Jacob folded himself up so he could fit into the car, jamming the keys into the ignition and starting it up, pulling out of the driveway quickly so we could hit the road. "What's going on?"

"Don't worry about it. It's my business, not yours."

"Just like the whole Volturi thing was your business and not mine?"

"Honestly, you're back on that?"

"It's a legitimate concern," I snapped. "This wasn't just you, this was my family and my friends."

"I doesn't concern you, Anja," he shouted, slamming his hand against the steering wheel. I turned sharply onto my side, staring out the window when I saw his hands start to shake. I thought of Emily, the scars on her face and how guilty Sam felt. I kept my mouth shut. "You know what does concern you?" Jacob asked. "You being stuck with me. But, you didn't seem to mind that a couple hours ago when I was taking your virginity. You were too busy getting fucked to care," I kept my mouth shut, willing away the tears that were forming in my eyes. We pulled up in front of my house and I grabbed my bag from the back, and pushed the door open.

"I wish your fucking spirits would have put you with someone else. Maybe Nessie. It'd be better because you act like a fucking child all the time anyways. I fucking hate you," and I slammed the door shut, pulling out my keys and unlocking the house, ducking inside and slamming the door shut, locking it behind me. I went around the house, locking all of the windows, especially the one in my room before I slunk back downstairs and grabbed the spare key from under the mat, finding Jacob still sitting out front of my house. I just turned around and went back inside, locking the door again and heading to the living room to flop on the sofa, finally content that Jacob was gone.

Days passed, Charlie came back from his fishing trip, his face and shoulders pink from the sun and a grin on his face. "Daddy!" I shouted, running over to hug him. "I missed you," I said into his shoulder.

"I missed you, too. Where's that sister of yours?"

"She's at home, dad."

"She hasn't seen me in three weeks, I expected she'd come to see me." I just shrugged. "Well, how was everything here?" I shrugged.

"Same old same old."

"Nothing big happened?"

"I wasn't the one that went on a fishing trip. How about you tell me about your trip instead of me telling you about my boring time here."

"That's not what I heard."

Fuck.

"What did you hear?"

"I heard that a certain someone came back from his backpacking trip and caught your eye."

"Hm?"

"Jacob Black. Does it ring any bells?" My stomach flipped and my heart ached.

"It doesn't matter anymore," I muttered, slumping against the back of the sofa. "I um, I have some work to do so I'm just going to go upstairs and finish that up. I'm glad you're home, Dad. I really missed you."

"I missed you too, Anja."

I laid on my bed, fetal position, shaking deshe extreme amount of blankets on me and the fact that it was a nice and sunny day, completely out of the ordinary for Forks. I fished around for my phone, putting the episode of Orange is the New Black that was playing on my computer on pause, searching for Emily's number on my phone and pressing the call button.

"Hello?"

"Emily," I croaked.

"Anja?"

"I need your help," I said into the phone, tears starting to stream down my face.

"Anja, are you alright? Where are you? What's going on?"

"I'm at home. It hurts. My heart hurts. Everything hurts. I don't know what's going on," I cried into the phone, sobs wracking my body.

"Alright, it's okay sweetheart, everyone is out right now so I'll be over right away. Is Charlie home yet?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, then you just stay in bed, I'll be over as fast as I can."

"Okay," I sniffled. We hung up and I put my phone on my night stand, pulling the covers up over my head again and shutting my eyes, falling asleep almost instantly.

I woke up to soft knocks on my door. "Come in." I called, watching the door open a bit, Emily's head poking in. "Come in," I told him, pushing the blankets off of my shoulders and moving the laptop so she could sit on the side of the bed.

"How do you feel?"

"Like shit," I responded, flopping back onto my bed.

"Yeah, I figured," she commented, feeling my forehead gently. "You have what they call Lover's Disease. It's basically like a regular fever or flu from the surface, but you physically hurt on the inside. When was the last time you saw Jake?" I shrugged.

"It's been awhile," I commented dryly.

"How long is a while?"

"Since whatever happened and Sam called him. Since we left his old house."

"It's been days, Anja," Emily scolded. "Have you talked to him since then?" I shook my head and she threw her hands up. "You can't do that! That's why you're sick! Your body wants it's imprint. Your mind might not, but your heart does."

"I just...I don't want to see him," I said, my lip quivering as I turned into my pillow.

"Scoot over," Emily said, standing up and kicking her shoes off. I did as she asked, letting her take my laptop and leave in on the nightstand, crawling under the covers and laying her head on my pillow facing me. "Alright, what happened?"

"I told Jacob that we were stuck with each other. We fought, he was rude to me and then I basically said 'fuck you' and that was it."

"You told him you were stuck together?"

"We are."

"I know, but that's probably not the best way to go about things. I get that the concept is weird to you, but you guys are soul mates, a higher power set you guys up. It's difficult sometimes for people that aren't a part of the tribe to understand, I guess. You just have to trust it, let it happen. If you just let go, let the spirits take over, loving Jake will be easier than breathing," she said, reaching up to brush some hair out of my face. "I was like this once, too. I felt guilty for taking Sam away from Leah. I avoided him for days and I progressively got weaker and weaker. And he did, too, you know. It got to the point where it was interfering with him and his duty to the reservation. That was kind of it, you know?"

"I'm bringing Jake down with me, huh?"

"Yeah. I can't tell a difference, but Sam probably can."

"What happened the other night? That made Sam call?"

"Jacob didn't tell you?" I shook my head.

"Um, well they found some animals in the forest."

"What else is new?" I laughed. "That's so dumb."

"The animals were turned to stone."

"Stone?" Emily nodded. "How?" She shrugged.

"The Cullen's had family coming to see them. They asked us if they could pass through and we said yes, but they weren't allowed to hunt on our land. The people from Alaska, I guess. They said one left later than the rest and they didn't know where she was. They called Sam and the pack tried to track her."

"Did they find her?"

"Mhm," Emily nodded, "but she was stone. Pure stone."

"What the fuck?"

"We don't know. The guys picked up on a scent but they haven't been able to track it anywhere. It just took them in circles."

"That's so weird," Emily nodded.

"We're having another bonfire tonight. Why don't you come? You can see Jacob, even if you don't want to talk to him, it'll make you feel a lot better." I nodded. "Okay, jump in the shower or whatever and I'll make you a cup of Rosemary tea. It'll help you feel better, trust me."

"Okay mom," I joked, climbing out of bed and heading towards the bathroom."

"Don't forget to wash behind your ears!" Emily teased me, making me shake my head.

30 minutes later I stepped out of the shower, a towel around my hair and a towel around my body. I pulled my robe on, a plain black one that was super fuzzy, and went to brush my teeth. Since my shower was a hot one and there was steam everywhere, I put on a nose strip and grabbed a tiny package of face mask from the cupboard, slathering the mud mask on my face before I left, leaving the door hang open so the steam could come out. "Oh, well you look horrifying," Emily laughed at me.

"Go put some of it on you. I got three seasons of Orange is the New Black to go through."

Emily and I sat cross legged on my bed, the laptop in front of us as we finished up the third episode together. "We should probably get ready to go," Emily said. I nodded, getting up and walking over to my desk, having already washed the mud mask off and peeled the pore strip off.

I dabbed some concealer under my eyes, telling Emily to grab something for me to wear before grabbing setting my concealer with powder and giving myself a cat eye with my liquid liner. I coated my lashes with some mascara, lined my waterline with a pencil and then lined my lips with a dark brown lip pencil, not bothering with any lipstick over it.

Emily picked out a baggy black sweater for me along with some high waisted jeans. I slipped it on, brushing my hair and grabbing my combat boots and a fake leather jacket. I pulled my hair into a high and tight ponytail on my head, grabbing to strands by my ears and pulling them down before heading downstairs to meet Emily. "Let's take my car, okay?"

"Sounds good." I told her, following her outside after yelling to my Dad.

"You nervous?" She asked me. I shrugged.

"It's been a couple days, Emily. I'm sure nothing has changed with him."

"He missed you and you miss him. Stop being stubborn," Emily ordered as we slipped into her car, slamming the doors shut behind us. I laughed at her.

"A Swan? Stop being stubborn? Ha! I think not," Emily just grinned at me, pushing her keys into the ignition and putting it into reserve, pulling out of my driveway slowly before shoving it back into drive and heading off down the road.

And there's chapter ten!

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