Author's Note: This is dedicated to ItsCuzOfTheFame for the idea that I twisted around.

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"What the hell?" Her hand freezes on the doorknob as she enters the living room. She's just about had a heart attack, but what the hell is Sam Uley doing in her living room at this hour?

He stands before her, arms crossed and eyes hard and serious. There something in his face that makes her want to take a step back, but she holds her ground.

"I said," she repeats, "What the hell are you doing in my house?"

He shrugs carelessly. "You left the window open. Bad idea."

God, what an asshole. That's all he has to say? No, 'Sorry Leah for breaking in and nearly scaring the shit out of you'?

"Get out." Her voice is curt, cutting. Tonight had been perfect, one of the best nights of her life, and he had to come ruin it.

"Where were you?" he asks evenly.

"What the- That's none of your freaking business!"

"With Jacob?" He asks again, his eyes never leaving her face. She swallows, trying to let go of the anger that building within her.

"Yeah." she replies, trying to keep her voice level. "None that it concerns you."

He takes a step towards her, his expression full of concern now.

"Leah." He says softly. "You know that I never meant to hurt you and that-"

"Don't" She hisses, cutting him off. "Don't tell me you still love me and want what's best for me, you pathetic-"

"Leah" he says again, interrupting her. "You know its true. And we both know you've been through enough."

Yeah, damn right they do. She's given him his share of hell.

"All I want is for you to be happy." He says, pleading now. "And you can't be happy with him."

"Says who?" She snaps. "You? Well, in case you didn't notice, I stop caring about what you wanted and thought a long time ago."

"You think he'll give you what you want?"

"He'll try. Which is more than you ever did."

"You know what he'll do?" He's yelling now. "He'll leave you for her! Once she's grown, he'll never look at you again! It'll be like Emily and me all over again! And you want that?"

She steps back; his words are a slap in the face. No, worse. A stab, right in the middle of her heart.

She takes a shaky breath and speaks. "Get out. Right now."

"Lee-lee-"

"I said get out! Now!"

He backs away slowly, finally climbing out of the open window.

She slumps against the wall, tears streaming . No matter how hard tries, she can't convince herself that everything he's said isn't the bitter, hard truth.