So, this is my last chapter before I leave for Thailand tomorrow :( :( :( Isn't it sad? So this should shed some light, okay A LOT of light on Jacob and his behaviour and even a little on Rosalie and Ness and Paul and even some Jared too. When I get back I promise to update as soon as I possibly can, but I don't know how long it will be. I get back after two weeks of life changing experiences in an orphanage and refugee camp :) So excited! Anyway...
Also, after I get I was hoping to start on Jacob POVs, would you all like that? Yes? Nooo? Maybe I don't know...can you repeat that question... haha. sorry :\
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"Where should I start?" Paul asks and turns the lights off so we are sitting in complete darkness with only the cabin light on.
"Start with Jacob's sister." I say, unbuckling my seat belt and turning to face Paul.
"Rachel. She was Jacob's twin." He unbuckles his seat belt too, facing me now.
"Yeah, my mum told me that much. And that Jacob's mum died in the crash too." I say and Paul nods.
"It happened about four years ago. Rachel and Renesmee were best friends and Jacob tagged along. I dated his sister a few months before she was in the accident. It wasn't like a real relationship. It was just a little middle school thing. And…" Paul begins the story.
"Jacob and Ness were a couple too." I finished his sentence for him. It was easy to guess.
"Yeah, we were more friends than couples. But, once Rachel passed away Jacob had…problems." Paul hesitates on the word and stops speaking.
"What kind of problems? And what happened in the accident? All my mum said was that they both died in a car crash." I reach out and touch Paul's hand, just needing the contact.
"I really shouldn't be telling you anything." He looks from my eyes to our hands.
"Paul, I need answers. I can't just ignore all the confusing events of tonight. Please, you're the only one that I know will tell me the truth." I don't care if I sound like I'm begging. I want to know. I need to know.
"Fine, but you won't like the things I tell you." Paul promises and I just shrug telling him to continue. "Drunk driver. Jacob's mum, Sarah died on impact. But, Rachel was on life support for two days after the accident. Jacob spent all forty-eight hours by his sister's side."
"Oh," I didn't know that. I feel tears begin to threaten the horizon.
"Yeah, I don't know what happened in that hospital room. Jacob never left her side. You know how people think that twins have connections?" I nod. "Jacob and Rachel had the strongest connection ever. I'd never seen twins like them before. Not even Seth and Leah are how they were. So, after Rachel died on the second night, Jacob ran away." Paul looked as if he was on the verge of tears, it brought my own.
"Where'd he go?" I ask and my voice was soft, barely a whisper.
"No one knows. But when he came back he was bitter and angry. He was gone for almost a year. Billy didn't know where he was, but he was sure that Jacob would come back. Billy's smart like that and soon enough Jacob returned home." Paul looks up at me now with fresh tears trickling down his cheeks. I lift my hand to brush them away. These boys, Jacob and Paul, must have gone through a lot together for Paul to be behaving this way.
"Why is he so protective of Ness?" I ask my next question, ignoring how my voice sounds. My sympathy for Jacob now cancels out all the hate I had for him.
"Renesmee and Rachel were about as inseparable as Jacob and Rachel. They went everywhere with each other. I think, I don't know for sure, but I think Jacob made a promise to Rachel." Paul's hand came to cover mine and he kissed it softly.
"What's the deal with Jared?" Paul just shakes his head. "Come on, Paul. Don't leave me with questions." The tears fall freely and I can't tell whether it's the alcohol making me act this way or that this story is so sad, or a mixture of both.
"Something happened last year that made Jacob hide away further. It was a few months after he started dating Leah. I hate her." Paul's distaste with Leah is understandable. The chick was a floozy.
"What happened?" Was it the same thing that Sam was talking about?
"I can't tell you." Paul places my hand back in my own lap.
"Paul, just tell me." I beg, reaching out my rejected hand to play with his fringe.
"Promise me you won't react badly. No screaming, no hitting me and no going off to Jacob." He made me swear on my life not to do any of those things.
"I promise Jacob will never know you told me." Paul lets out a deep breath after I promise and is silent for a short moment.
"Jared, Jacob and I went to Port Angeles for Jacob's birthday last year. We went drinking after Sam, you know the gym coach, bought us alcohol. It wasn't pretty. I was smashed, Jacob and Jared kept smashing car windows and made rude comments to every person we passed on the street. I drank because they did. Jared drank because he has home problems. And Jacob, well he drank because it was the three year anniversary of Rachel's death."
I swear I gasped loud enough for someone to hear me outside the car. "She died on their birthday?"
Paul nodded and continued with his story. "So, we are all just mucking around throwing our bottles on the ground and after attempting to get into a club, Jacob and Jared are pissed off. She…" Paul closed his eyes and fresh tears left his eyes. I brushed them away like last time.
"She?" I asked and he didn't open his eyes.
''There was this college girl. She was walking around at night by herself and…Jared spotted her." Paul stopped and I dropped my hand away.
"Please don't tell me what I think you are about to say." I warn and Paul turns away from me, placing his head down on the steering wheel.
"We spooked her at first and when she started running, Jacob caught her." Paul continued, his voice breaking and cracking. "I remember everything. Her voice, her smell, her face…everything little thing. Jared…raped her." His voice was so full of anger and pain. He was silent as I let what he just said process in my head. It was too much. Just way too much for one mind in one night. I felt sick. My stomach twisted, turned and threatened me.
I was going to be sick.
"Oh, fuck." I open the car door as quickly as I can and manage to stumble out into the cold before heaving. I knew for sure that it wasn't just the alcohol making me sick. I've drunken a shit load more than I did tonight. I was just drunk enough to kiss a chick.
"I'm sorry." Paul's voice comes from beside me as he grabs onto my hair, keeping it out of the flow of vomit.
"No…" I begin protesting as another wave of nausea ripples through my stomach.
"I'm so, so sorry." He continues to apologise. I don't know what he's apologising for. He didn't rape that girl, or did he? They could have taken turns. This was all so wrong and messed up and as an image of Jared raping some defaced girl goes through my mind I throw up again.
After a moment, I sit up and move away from the pile of vomit that just came from my stomach. I sigh as a fresh, crisp breeze blows against my clammy skin.
"You okay?" He asks and touches my face. I nod and close my eyes. "I'm sorry." He says again.
"It's…not okay." I change my mind halfway through. "How could he do something like that? How could you and Jacob be involved?" I scream at him and he just takes it.
"I know. It's so…I don't know so unbelievably wrong. And I deserve every second of guilt and shame each time I look at Jared or Jacob." Paul beats himself up.
"You're right. You do deserve it." I say and he hangs his head in shame. "But, please, don't tell me you did it too." I beg and plead for him to say no. I don't know what he's going to say and he's just silent for a short moment. I slowly move away from him. "You…did, didn't you?" I stand up, just to get away. I felt sick again, but I wasn't nauseous. I felt cold suddenly, very cold.
"Rose." He grabs on to my hand, on his knees now.
"Don't touch me!" I shriek, but he pulls himself up. "Let me go!" I scream as he grabs me and pulls me to his broad chest.
"Rose, stop. L-let me explain. P-please." He asks, sobbing. I squirm, trying to break free as my own tears threaten again.
"Let me go." I ask again, I beg. He doesn't.
"Just stop for one second and let me explain." I stop my squirming as his tears rip my heart to shreds. "I didn't, Rose. I couldn't. I-I, please don't hate me." He held on to me for dear life and continued to sob into my hair. I didn't hate him. I don't think I could. I didn't know what to feel though. Should I be upset? Angry? Depressed? Devastated? I didn't know. I just felt…numb.
Paul's sobs quietened down. He drops his arms, mumbling another apology and I set a small distance between us.
"Paul, I don't know what to say. I don't know what to do. I don't even know what I'm feeling right now." I explain my current situation to him. He continues to hang his head in ignominy.
"How many people know?" I ask. This question was an important one. I wanted to know how many and who.
"Just the five of us." Five? Paul, Me, Jared, Jacob and…oh, the girl. My heart went out to that girl, wherever she is. I don't know how she would have felt, or how she feels now. My emotions and mind cannot even begin to fathom how she must have felt. Being used, having someone touch you like that, having someone strip you down and assault you. I quickly focused back on Paul as my thoughts became dark.
"Did…Jacob?" I ask now. This would change everything and more. Jared I didn't care about him. He was dirty scum. He deserved every second of torture I was going to through at him on Monday and all of the days that followed.
"No, just Jared. But we watched. We stood there and watched as Jared…" He couldn't bring himself to say it and I couldn't bring myself to think it.
"How could you?" I whispered.
Paul all but fell to the ground and began sobbing just like before. "I'm sorry. I wish I could just kill myself. It's so hard, seeing you everyday and not being able to repair what happened. If I could fix one thing in my life, it would to replace Jared with someone else. Anyone else. I can't look at myself in the mirror and not see the pain and suffering I saw in her eyes. I didn't even know her name." I sit down on the cold, hard ground next to him and wrap my arms around him. It must be so hard for him to confess this to me, to open up in a way I never would, to anyone.
"It's…" I was about to say it's okay. But it's not. It's so far from okay. "Please, don't kill yourself. It won't do any good." I tell him, because it won't. No good comes from dying. No good comes from pain.
"Why not? It could just be so easy. Easy to feel nothing. It wouldn't take much. Just a rope and a chair would work fine." As he planned this in his head I gave him a quick slap in the head. He stopped blabbering and began crying again.
"Don't. D-don't say that." More tears flowed and I didn't care. The trees brushed up against one another and the noise sent a chill running down my spine. The darkness closed in on us. Not only physical darkness, but emotional.
"How can you even look at me now? Why don't you run away from me?" He asked after a long silence. Because you wouldn't let me.
"Because, it wouldn't do any good for me to runaway from you. I do it too much. I know you need me Paul. And you don't have to ask for me to stay, because I will." And I won't leave him. I know it was strange. But, Paul needed strength and I could give it to him. He grabbed on to me and pulled me to him, cradling me in his lap.
"You know, each time I look at you, I see her." He whispers so low I have to strain myself to hear him.
I'm silent.
He just holds me tighter as that registers in my brain.
"You're, you're saying I look like…her?" I stumble over my words as my brain catches up with my mouth. The agonised groan from Paul tells me yes.
I didn't answer, because there was none.
The silent ride home was murderous and when we got inside, I wish that tonight never happened.
As we entered the living room, a tired looking Jacob looks up at us. His drooping eyes silently watch us as he sits cross-legged on the ground next to a slumbering Ness on the couch. He puts a finger to his lips with one hand as the other is cradled in both of Ness' limp ones. It's beautiful. His eyes flicker to her and he slowly stands up, his joints popping, telling me that he must have been sitting down for a long time. That makes me wonder just how long Paul and I were talking for, how long it must have taken us to get home. Silently the three of us collect in the kitchen and I jump up on the counter as Paul stands in the corner. Jacob slides down on the floor opposite me and rubs a hand over his eyes.
"I'm sorry." He whispers, looking at me.
"What for?" I ask, cocking my head to the side.
"For tonight. It must be a little confusing." A little? Are you fucking kidding me? It was so confusing that confusing doesn't even describe just how confusing it was.
"Extremely." I agree. "But, I'm an outsider. I don't need to know the details." I speak these words for Jacob, for a cover. Paul's eyes are watching me intently as Jacob and I converse a civil conversation.
"You'll find out soon enough. Although I've tried to stop it from happening, you've become part of the group." Jacob closes his eyes.
"Group?" I question. I didn't know there was a group. I saw two tonight. Or was it morning? Jacob's friends, including Katie and Leah, and the other group, Ness, Seth, Claire and myself. I put myself in Ness' friendship group. I didn't fit. But they invited me to join them. It felt nice to be accepted.
"You might see two groups at school. But we're one." Paul adds in and Jacob looks up at him now.
"Thanks, man. For driving Rosalie home. I just wanted Renesmee safe." Jacob's voice matches his body language, exhausted. Paul knew it was his queue to leave.
"It's fine. I'll see you both on Monday." He sees himself out, giving me a poignant look in passing.
I slide down on to the floor opposite Jacob as he rests his head back closing his eyes. He looked peacefully defeated. It's like an emotional strain has been pressuring him for a long time and has finally crushed him.
"Jacob?" At the sound of his name he doesn't move, just grunts to let me know he is listening. "Will you please tell me about Rachel?" I wanted to know from Jacob's perspective. It would make much more sense. I wanted to know what happened in those two days. He looked up at the mention of his diseased sister's name. His eyes narrowed, but this time the glare cut me.
"She was my sister." He spat out after I thought he wouldn't even answer me. Something I would have understood.
"I already knew that much. I was hoping you could tell me more." I prodded for more information. I didn't get it.
Jacob left me in the kitchen and moved to the lounge room. When he passed the door he was holding a limp Ness in his arms. I got up as quickly as I could and followed him to his room. He was so gentle with her. It was odd. If you were to compare the Jacob that I saw at school, treating Ness cruelly to the Jacob now, gently laying her on his own bed, you would think they were different people. When he took off her shoes, I stepped in to help him. I took out her hooped earrings, which she actually borrowed from me. I placed them on Jacob's beside table along with the bracelets I took off her wrists.
"Thank you." Jacob's husky voice spoke as he lifted the covers to tuck Ness in. She was completely under the spell of sleep. It was incredible. I nod, letting Jacob know I accepted his word of thanks. I stand up and exit his room. I turn around to see Jacob gently stroke hair out of Ness' face before. He closes the door as he leaves the room.
"You care about her don't you?" I ask him as he begins walking back toward the living room.
"Yeah, and so do you." He gives me a look that I could only describe as pain. Why was he hurting so much?
"I guess I do. We've become close friends." I watch as Jacob flops down on to the couch, finally resting.
"That's what I was afraid of. Good night Rosalie." He doesn't even give me time to question before he's stretched himself out on the couch. "Please tell me if she wakes up, or needs anything."
"Okay, rest well." I bid him a good night and head to my room. Too drained to do anything else but fall asleep straight away, only to experience a pain in my head, a pain in my stomach and a pain in my heart.
When I woke up in the morning I went straight into Jacob's room to see if Renesmee was still sleeping, she wasn't. I went to the kitchen next, but she wasn't there either. When I found her in the lounge room I skidded to a hault. She was stretched out on the floor next to Jacob with one of his hands cradled against her chest which rose a fell softly as she slept. Jacob was completely passed out and I left them in their little moment.
Eating was a difficult task this morning. My stomach protested profusely as I swallowed plain toast. Each bite was harder than the last. My head was a little sore and my throat was dry and it hurt to swallow. I decided to stop attempting to put something decent in my stomach and had a drink of water whilst taking vitamins.
The house was quiet and I was still yet to see what the time was. Being Sunday, Billy should be home and I knew mum would already be at work. So, where was Billy?
My question was answered moments later as I finished my glass of water and a confused looking Billy stumbled into the kitchen.
"Morning." He greeted me before grabbing his own breakfast.
"Good morning. How was your sleep?" I decided to play up the good stepdaughter act. I hoped for some information from Billy. Why did I want to know? Because what happened last night and what Paul told me scared me, and it might put my mother in danger. I couldn't have that.
"It was fine. How is your hangover?" Billy chuckled as he sat down at the kitchen counter with a bowl of cereal. My cereal. I overlooked the fact that he was eating my special extra fibre cereal.
"I've had worse." I pour myself more water. Keeping hydrated was the best thing to do for now. Billy laughs at my honesty.
"Have you had a look in the next room?" He nodded his head in the direction of the lounge room.
"Jacob and Ness? Yeah, it's sweet. Never knew they were so close." I sip on my water tentatively as Billy gives me a few extra pieces of information.
"I miss that kid. They used to be closer. Your mum said that she told you about Rachel and her mother."
"Yes, she did. I'm sorry." It's like I apologise for the wrong things, but never apologise for myself.
"It wasn't all that long ago. But, it affected Jacob more. Sometimes I don't know how to deal with him. I'm glad Renesmee is here for him. It's good to see you are fitting in with Jacob's friends." Billy smiles and takes another bite. My cereal.
"Yeah. They're cool, I guess." I say and our conversation becomes awkward as we both look away at the objects in our hands.
"So have you had time to think about what you want to do for your birthday?" Billy asks, making conversation.
"A barbeque sounds nice." I smile and he nods, smiling too. Billy leaves after that. I assume he goes to work. Jacob and Ness wake up shortly thereafter and I give both of them a good morning as I manage to eat more than just toast. Jacob doesn't greet me and instead starts making breakfast for Ness. Minimal conversation is passed around as Jacob and her eat. I excuse myself and get dressed into my training uniform.
"Uh, Barbie?" Jacob calls out as I'm about to exit the front door. I roll my eyes and see that we are back to where we started with the nicknames.
"Yes, dog?" I answer him and smile proudly at myself as he looks at me slightly shocked at his new nickname. It's only fair.
"Take Renesmee home." He orders and leaves Ness sitting at the kitchen counter by herself. I feel like slapping him as he passes me.
"Come on." I encourage her and step out the door. The car ride is silent for the first half as Ness looks upset. I assume it's because of Jacob's strange behaviour. My assumption is correct.
"Just ignore him. It's what I do." I say with a smile.
"It's not that easy." She sighed and I tried my hardest not to state the obvious.
"You love him." I said I tried. The panic and the embarrassment of it being said out loud was extremely evident in Ness' facial expression and the rose-coloured blush that appeared on her high cheekbones.
"N-no, I don't. He doesn't like me." She denied it. But we both knew it was true.
"Just because someone doesn't like you, doesn't mean you can't like them." What I said was also true. She knew it, too.
"Yeah, well. I don't." I just shook my head at her childish behaviour and laughed. "Why are you laughing?"
"Because you're being stupid. Jacob likes you. That is also obvious. Not that you would know by the way he treats you at school. But last night was a real eye opener." An eye opener to more things that just Jacob's feelings towards Ness.
"Well…" She begins to protest, but is lost for words. "Fine. You're right. I like Jacob. I know he likes me. He just doesn't know it."
"Oh, no I think he knows it. He just doesn't want to accept it. Which is confusing because who wouldn't want to accept that they like a beautiful girl like yourself. But, that's Jacob. He's a dick, a moron and a wimp." I was hoping my paying out on Jacob would get her to protest again, but she didn't she just laughed.
"Yeah, he can be like that. Do you remember that day at lunch when I said no one knew the real Jacob?" She asks, sadness itched into her tone.
"Yeah."
"Well, you saw him last night. I don't mean when he got angry with Jared. But when he took me home and put me in his bed." She looked out the side window with a smile on her face. What ever happened after they left must have made her believe Jacob could be different. It was a shame he was a dick through and through.
"Let's hope he stays that way on Monday." I say for her benefit, because I know Jacob will go right back to ignoring her and throwing rude comments in my direction. Although I no longer hated Jacob after what Paul told me last night, he still wasn't on my "good list". And in this moment Ness was right up there at number five.
After dropping Ness home I drove to the beach, which wasn't far at all. I parked in the near empty lot and was thanking God it wasn't raining. Running on the beach was something I would do at home, if I ever got the chance. This beach was much easier to run on. The sand was damp, but soft under my bare feet. I didn't bother with shoes because the sand felt nice between my toes. I didn't have music to keep my mind from searching so I used the sound of the waves to keep my mind peaceful. The crashing of the waves against the shoreline was comforting, but I still managed to think about last night.
My feelings towards Paul had changed dramatically. I still didn't like him enough to start anything serious. But I was happy with being friends that occasionally had a physical beneficial side. I needed to talk to him about it though. To tell him I won't be getting serious anytime soon or if not at all.
Ness was soon replacing Alice's position. I still needed to call the cute little pixy and talk. But today was just not the day. Ness is completely different to Alice. It's strange how wide a range of friends you can have according to their personalities. Although, everyone seems to like Ness, no one really liked Alice they were all just scared of her small features and bossy attitude.
Jared was someone I had to avoid more than Jacob. If I saw him, I wouldn't be able to control myself from killing him, or at least cutting off his favourite limb.
Jacob wasn't much better, but he wasn't the one that raped that poor girl. The only time I would have to put up with Jared's ugly face and cocky behaviour was during Chemistry when I had to sit next to him. I think a chat with the teacher was in order tomorrow, so I could swap seats.
Jacob was the obvious leader, you could tell by the way people automatically walked away and didn't speak up when he was pissed at Jared. Jared was being defiant, but I couldn't tell if he was being truthful about what he was saying. Leah was hurt by Jacob's actions. He was her girlfriend, but in that moment he seemed to care for Renesmee more. Paul gave me the reasons for his actions, but it didn't fully explain why would put his relationship with Leah at risk. You could tell he didn't love her. That was obvious. But, did he not like her enough to care about her feelings? Or did he simply care about Renesmee more?
Paul was a follower. He was easily manipulated and was the one who wanted peace in the group. When he stood up to defend Jared, Jacob snapped. What I couldn't see before was how Jacob reacted to that. Did he think Paul was taking Jared's side? And did Paul mean to take Jared's side? I knew from the moment that Jacob stepped in to stop Jared from touching Ness that he cared about her. But, why did he not talk to her at school? And why did he play around with her feelings?
This was all too confusing. I needed to displace myself from these people. But did I want to? They were clearly more high-kept than I originally thought.
So, where did that leave me?
I was the intruder, and as Jacob said I would become a part of their 'group'. Did me being Jacob's stepsister give me an instant in? Or did my friendship with Ness give me that entrance? All I knew now was that I couldn't just ignore them all and keep to myself. I was just too curious not to become part of the group.
Everyone had a story, but I wasn't going to go sharing mine.
The beach became boring and plain, so I turned back around. I managed to run on the beach without my knee protesting the movement. I returned to my car, only to come across someone I wasn't expecting.
"You know, ignoring my existence wont make me disappear." His voice didn't annoy me or make me feel sick. But I wasn't exactly in the mood to talk to anyone.
"I wasn't ignoring you. I just didn't see you." My breathing makes it hard to talk normally and I take a seat next to him, on the opposite side to his broken leg.
"How's the hangover?" He asked and I just laughed. Why do people think I have a hangover? I didn't even drink that much.
"It's fine. How's Claire?" I watch the waves with him and he returns my laugh.
"Horrible. She's sleeping it off. So, what did you think about last night?" He asks and I shrug.
"It was…interesting." That pretty much summed it up.
"Yeah, it's not the first time Jacob has snapped like that." This shocked me so my next question was mandatory.
"What happened the other times? Was Ness involved?" Seth glared at the water now and I can imagine he's picturing Jacob's face in his mind.
"That was the first party that Ness has been, too when there was drinking. But, the other times if you swap Ness with my sister and Jared with Paul, it would be pretty mush exactly the same thing." He looks at me, his face riddled with distaste.
"You're saying Jacob has hit Paul? Oh, right the time you told me he stalked your sister. I still don't believe that." I didn't believe it, not one bit.
"If you don't believe me ask Jacob or Leah. Ask Paul. He's honest. But this might be the one time he's not." This simple conversation suddenly turned into a disagreement.
"I don't believe Paul could be violent. He's been nothing but nice to me." I defend my new friend and Seth takes his turn to hint out the truth.
"But you barely know him. Yes, he nice to you. He's nice to you because you're Rosalie Cullen, the forbidden fruit." He speaks in a mocking tone while nodding his head in a strange rhythm. I laugh at just how truthful he was. Yes, I did not know Paul all that well. But we were working on that. Forbidden fruit? This confused me.
"Are you saying because Jacob is my stepbrother that is the reason why he likes me?" I was confused, and Seth could tell.
"Paul wants what he can't have. He's tried Claire, he's tried Leah and know he wants you. I'm not saying he's a bad person. Just, be careful, Rosalie. You're my friend now, and I care about my friends." He looks at me and smiles now. He was warning me about boys? Really?
I laughed again at his silliness.
"Yeah, sure. We're not dating anyway. But, thanks for the concern." I pat him on the shoulder and stand up. "Want a lift home?" I offer and out stretch my hand to him. He accepts and I drive him home.
I knew I had a lot to think about to when I arrived home so when my mother handed me the phone without telling me who it was I hung up on them.
"Rosalie, don't be rude." She told me off and I simply shrug my shoulders and went to my room. I wasn't in the mood to hear his voice. I knew he would try again, but instead he rung me on my cell phone. But, the number wasn't his. The caller ID said my brother's name. I picked up.
"Hey Jazz." I sigh into the phone. I missed my brother. It was hard to stay close through the distance, not only physically but emotionally too.
"Rosalie, why the fuck did you hang up on me?" He yelled and I apologised. "You know. It's extremely rude not to answer my phone calls." He tells me off and I apologise again. His laughter makes me stop mid-sentence.
"Are you laughing at me Jasper Hale Cullen?" Fully names was how we teased each other.
"Yes, are you really so blonde that you can't tell I was joking from the beginning?" His chuckles vibrate through the phone and I can imagine him with a cocky grin on his face as his head shakes from side-to-side.
"Shut up, you're blonde too!" My stubbornness was always brushed aside when it came to Jasper, but he knew I was just mucking around.
"Anyway, so I knew I shouldn't have called on your new families home phone. But you didn't pick up your cell and then when mum said you just arrived home I tried your cell again. You thought I was Emmett didn't you?" The name hurt and my brother knew me all too well.
"Please, don't say his name."
"You're still hung up on him aren't you?" He was sympathetic and suddenly the distance between us was slowly washing away.
"It's hard to forget your first love." My openness with my brother was a surprise to me, but not to him.
"You know I'm always here to listen, right? And if Emmett wasn't my best friend I would totally tell him to fuck off for you." He says jokingly, but I know he's serious. I laugh. "He told me about your phone conversation. You know being friends isn't a bad thing." I knew now that this phone conversation wasn't for me, or my brother it was for him.
"He set you up for this didn't he?" I stood up off my bed, I knew he couldn't see me, but it made me feel more powerful in the situation.
"What? No, Rose. I called to see how you were. He doesn't even know I'm talking to you." It was a lie all lies.
"Oh, yeah you want to know how I've been? Crap. I hate this place. I hate that dad sent me away! And I hate you for allowing him! I hate Emmett and I hate Alice. I hate you all. I hate you for keeping dad's secret from me for all these years! And I hate it how you think you can just call me after weeks of not talking to me and suddenly everything is okay. You can go back to that lying prick and tell him I still love him. I don't care. Just don't speak to me! Ever!" I close my phone and march my way out of my room and to the kitchen. I grabbed the blender lid, pulling it off and throwing my stupid pink phone in it before turning it on 'pulverise'.
After completely destroying my phone I don't notice Jacob standing in the doorway and nor do I care when I fall to the ground sobbing. Jacob leaves me there, it's the best thing he could have done for me. He didn't bother getting my mother, or even telling her. But when I finally recovered there was a packet of tissues and a Hershey's bar next to my feet.
You gotta love Hershey's chocolate :) Isn't Jacob just so adorable! I love this Jacob, when he's nice of course. I shall be making Rosalie break Jacob free of his cocky attitude and bad behaviour in later chapters, but for now just bare with me as we dig a little deeper into Jacob's past.
Did you like the little phone conversation with her brother at the end? The thing with her phone in the blender was a little drastic, but he really pissed her off.
Love you all and cannot wait to get back to writing when I get home :)
I'm going to miss you all! :(
xxxx Alibabe xxxx.
P.S. Reviews will keep me happy, so I'm expecting to being over joyed when I get back and I promise to reply to each and everyone of them!