Chapter Ten

Paul's POV

When I was younger, I was very close with my grandfather. He taught me how to fish, how to hunt, and he was the person I went to for advice. When I was 15, he passed away from cancer. It was horrible, my grandma was a wreck and she eventually moved off of the rez and moved to Florida to retire. She said it was too hard for her to be here without him. I understood her pain, only Diana didn't die, and I was stuck here for the rest of my life. I phased back to man when I came across the graveyard where he was burried. I haven't been here since he first passed all those years ago. I quickly pulled on a pair of shorts I had tied around my ankle and walked over to his headstone. As soon as I was in front of it, I dropped to my knees and cried. This is the one place I could be totally vulnerable and let my emotions free. I let a few tears escape before wiping my ass and rocking back on my heels to sit on my ass.

"None of this is fair, pops. This curse, is fucked up. No one deserves this, I didn't ask to turn into a giant fucking animal and I didn't ask to imprint on some stupid stranger with a kid. I just don't know what I did to deserve any of this." I dropped my face into my hands and growled. "I just wish you were here to tell me what to do. I'm so fucking lost and I'm stuck here for the rest of my life, something I was so God damn terrified of. It's just not fair." I sighed and laid in the grass. I threw my arm over my eyes and grabbed a handful of grass with the other and tore it out of the ground. I sighed and got up and started to head home. There wasn't anything I could do about any of this now.

~~~TOS~~~

It's been another month of Hazel being away. We managed to kill some vamp with dreads a couple weeks ago, he was after Bella. Luckily she had Jake with her on their hike and he managed to take him down by the time we got there. The ache in my chest got worse each day, and every morning it was harder to find the will to get up and keep going. I was eating less and running more. I had lost a significant amount of muscle mass and Sam was starting to take notice. He even tried to alpha order me to eat, but I couldn't do it. I just didn't want to. My temper just got worse, too. I remember a few days ago Jake had said something about Hazel and her kid and next thing I knew I had him by his throat against the wall.

We were all at the beach, Bella had graduated the weekend before and we were having a bonfire to celebrate. Hazel still hasn't contacted her or Charlie, she didn't even come to see her own sister graduate. I wanted to be angry, but I couldn't find it in me. I was just weak, all the fucking time and I hated it. I was sitting alone on a piece of driftwood watching everyone else have fun and play in the water. I sighed and took another gulp of the beer I had in my hand. Werewolves couldn't get drunk, but I was still gonna try.

A few hours later, we were all seated around the bonfire and roasting marshmellows and telling stories. The adults left a few hours ago, and we were all confused when we saw Charlie come running over to Bella.

"Bells, we gotta go." He was out of breath and he had tears running down his cheeks. The ache in my chest was almost unbearable now and I had to clench my jaw to keep from screaming out.

"What, why? What's going on?" Bella was standing now and her hands were shaking and I could smell the saltiness of her own tears that were threatening to pool over. Jake had stood and grabbed hold of her hand to try and comfort her, but he looked just as alarmed as she did.

"Hazel was in an accident."

And I felt my entire world stop, and all I felt was pain.

~~~TOS~~~

Hazel's POV

It has been two months since I've lost seen or spoken to Bella and Charlie and I hated it. When Penny and I got back to Georgia, Anthony had contacted me. Claiming he wanted all of us to be a family again and that he loved me and Penny more than anything in the world. He had asked me for another fucking chance, and I was stupid enough to give him one for the sake of my daughter. We doing good, we were... happy? He was sweet and he was nice to me. Something he hadn't been for a long time. Not since before he told me to get an adortion. I would always get flowers sent to me at work, and he would take me out for dinner and lunch and sometimes we would go out to breakfast as a family.

It wasn't until after Penny's birthday did everything start to change. Her fourth birthday was great, she had so much fun and she had friends from daycare show up. One thing I thought was odd though was that my grandparents didn't come. When I asked Anthony about it, all he said was they couldn't make it. I knew something was off, but I didn't want to fight on my daughter's birthday.

The day after her party, Anthony's parents took her out for the day so he and I could have some alone time. Only it wasn't the kind of alone time I wanted. He wanted sex, so I gave it to him. But afterwards, he just kept pushing me for more and more until I finally told him, that I was tired. The thing about Anthony though, was he doesn't take no for answer. He hit me and pulled my hair and forced himself on me, and every night after that. Another month went by, and the bruises he would leave on me were becoming more noticeable.

One weekend he had to go out of town for a business trip, and I didn't hesitate on packing mine and Penny's bags. I didn't have the time to book a flight, so we took my jeep. The car was packed to the brim of our stuff and Penny was asleep in her carseat and we took off toward Forks. I left my cellphone at Anthony's so he would have no way of tracking us, and I paid for everything using cash so there wasn't a paper trail. A few days later, Forks welcome sign was in view and I sighed a breath of relief. Only we didn't make it that far before a truck hit my driver side and veered us off the road, and then everything was black.