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Fiction Title: Second Best

Chapter Title: Thunder

Author: Krissy

With a groan, I debated going after him. "Quil, what are the chances he phased when he got outside?" I asked, looking at my husband's best friend pleadingly.

"100%" Quil said confidently. "You want me to find him?" he asked me, looking at me, assessing the look on my face.

I nodded weakly, sighing heavily. "Please Quil, I'd owe you for the rest of my life," I said gently.

Quil nodded and took off running, the door swinging shut behind him. I was stunned in my chair, I was scared. What if I lost Jacob? I didn't know what would happen to me if I lost him. I could probably go stay with Charlie until I could afford a house. But that wasn't my big concern. I didn't think I could live through losing Jake, not now.

I looked at my plate; still sitting with most of my breakfast on it. I didn't want to eat it, all I wanted to do was talk to Jacob, make sure he wouldn't leave me. Then something occurred to me. I was being totally selfish, I didn't want Edward to leave me, but I didn't want Jake to leave me either. I couldn't have both of them; I had already established this in the last couple days.

The responsible thing to do at this time would be to let them both go, and just be miserable for the rest of my life. At least if I was miserable, I knew I wasn't being selfish. It was probably better for both of them if neither of them had anything to do with me. I was causing nothing but drama in Jacob's life, and Edward? Well I may as well have ripped his non-beating heart out of his chest and lit it on fire.

Yes, they would definitely both be better off with me around, stirring up their lives. Even knowing this, knowing that I needed to leave, that I should leave, I couldn't make myself do it. I couldn't get up and pack my bags.

A droplet of water fell onto my plate, quickly followed by several more. I shook my head and wiped at my eyes furiously. I couldn't believe that I was crying. I was crying because I had hurt Jacob, again. There was no excuse for my behavior, Jake had been nothing but sweet and nice to me since the day Edward ditched me; and I had let him. I thought back to the first time I let him kiss me; the day Alice was visiting. It was then that I had decided that I loved him, loved the feel of his lips against mine, his hot hands pressed against the small of my back, holding me close to him.

As I thought this over, something else came to mind. Did I really love Jake? I always assumed what I felt was love. The way we fit so easily together, even before Edward left. We were always great friends; before we started dating I had loved him, as a brother. It had felt natural when we got together, just like breathing.

But had all of those feelings only been because I was desperate for love after Edward left me? Did I really love Jacob, or had I been jerking him around all this time? It scared me that I didn't know the true answer to that question.

"Bella." Quil's voice sounded low and upset. He was standing in the doorway from the kitchen, staring at me with obvious pain in his eyes. "Bella he's gone," (was going to end here… hehe but I decided it was WAY to short) he mumbled, his arms crossed over his bare chest.

I looked at Quil, jumping to my feet. "What do you mean gone?" I demanded. "You can hear his thoughts, where is he?" I said with urgency in my voice.

Quil shook his head. "I know I can, but he wouldn't talk to me. He was running away, and he won't turn back. He kept thinking… 'I have to leave, can't stay here," over and over again. Bella he's gone," Quil squeezed his eyes shut, then glared at me. "It's your fault you know. IF you had have just stayed away from that damn bloodsucker, none of this would have happened," Quil shot angrily, spinning on his heel and storming outside, slamming the door behind him.

I sat in total shock for I don't even know how long. I couldn't think, I couldn't speak, I couldn't move. I didn't even bother trying to go after Quil. He had every right to be angry at me, to hate me, and to never speak to me again. I wouldn't have been shocked if I got thrown right off the reservation. The entire pack would hate me for this; none of them would want anything to do with me.

I didn't know what to do with myself. I wanted Jake to come back more than anything. I wanted my protector, my best friend, my husband to hug me and tell me everything would be alright. Thanks to me, that wouldn't happen. There was no doubt in my mind that I would never see Jake again. It suddenly occurred to me that I couldn't be in this house. Not without Jake I couldn't. I got up and went out to the truck, sticking the key in the ignition and turning it swiftly. Nothing happened. I cursed and tried again, only for more silence. The truck was dead, again. This frustrated me beyond belief, and I snatched the keys out, and slammed the door.

I glanced back at the house once more, and then walked up the driveway. As I was walking, the tears started up again. They were streaming down my cheeks, dripping onto the pavement as I walked. It was barely drizzling when I left, though a huge clap of thunder indicated a storm was coming.

I had no idea how long it would take me to walk from La Push to the place I needed to be. I didn't care though; the time it took me to walk was extra time for me to think and sort out what I was feeling.

I don't know how long I was walking before I knew that I was out of La Push. I was walking along the highway, in the pouring rain. I didn't have a jacket on; stupid me, I'd forgotten to grab it in my rush to get out of the house. All I had cared about was getting out, and getting out fast.

The thunder was getting closer together now, though there was no lightning. Every clap of thunder startled me, even though I knew it was coming. It was strange, but it almost felt like the thunder was keeping my heart beating. My heart seemed to jump to life every time the thunder sounded. It was a strange sensation, and I didn't like it at all.

It was dark by the time I started to see signs of civilization again; and I was cold and exhausted.

It was even darker when I finally made it up the driveway of the one place I wanted to be most in the world. Teeth chattering, shaking all over, with tears still streaming down my cheeks, I knocked on the door in front of me, flying into the arms of the man who answered.