I felt stupid as I stood on Jacob's doorstep in the dark. After I wrung the bell, I seriously considered turning away but Doug started barking like those crazy ass robots in War of the Worlds were attacking the house and I knew I would have to go inside.

"Shut Up, Doug, it's just the doorbell." I almost smiled but I was too anxious, Jasper was right. When the door opened Jacob's enormous shadow loomed over me.

"Delilah!" he seemed happy to see me. My face hurt and I realized it was because I was frowning too hard, which I haven't done since Elliot first hit me. My eyes felt hot, tears finally spilled over onto my face. I felt my eye makeup smudging uncomfortably.

"I….I…" I sobbed. I wanted to tell him why I was crying, he seemed the only person I could share everything with without judgment. Immediately he pulled me into a tight hug, which wasn't too bone crushing and not too gentle. It felt right. We seemed to stay like that for hours, with me crying into his stomach like a little girl before he lead me into the house. Doug jumped up and down around us, excited I was here, wanting someone to play with.

"Here, sit down." He pulled out a chair from the small table and pushed me gently down.

"What's going on?" I don't think he could help not asking. I took a minute for me to control myself, it felt so good to finally be able to cry, but my chest hurt so much, I think my heart exploded. I sniffed unattractively.

"Everything." I felt like one of those girls who told their problems to anyone who'd listen so people would pity them.

"Could you…I don't know, be a little bit more specific?" I gave a nervous laugh, my nose felt stuffy, I wanted a tissue. Jacob grabbed a paper towel from his small counter and handed it to me.

"Thanks." I said thickly, blowing into it loudly.

"That was impressive, like a years worth of snot." I snorted and started laughing, whipping tears from my eyes.

"What's the matter? Why were you crying." his expressive brown eyes looked into mine and I knew at that moment that I loved him, which is corny, I know, but still,

"I killed my parents, and my ex-boyfriend hit me, and my sister and her husband are vampires!" I blurted out, at the moment I didn't care what he knew about me, just as long as I was with him always.

"That's heavy." I sniffed again, I felt the thick snot glob down my throat. I don't think he noticed the part about the vampire couple living in the next town over.

"Yeah," I said.

"That is a ridiculous amount of bad problems,"

"Thanks,"

"Why would you think that you killed your parents when it was an accident?" I looked down at the scrunched up snot filled paper towel in my hands.

"That morning my mother and I had a fight about…something stupid and she and dad stormed out of the house all mad and I think her driving was a little crazy because she was so mad. She can't drive well, especially when something is on her mind, it's all my fault. If I would just have listened to her, it never would have happened." I buried my face in my hands. Jake was next to me in a minute, his arm around my thin shoulders. I rested my head against his shoulders, taking deep even breaths.

"It's not your fault that they were taken early." I nodded vigorously.

"No, it isn't! You couldn't know." I wanted to believe him so badly.

"Everything is my fault. I should have remembered that she was driving angry, I should have apologized to her! That last thing I said to my parents was 'I can't wait to move out.' Just like I should have realized that Elliot was a terrible person before we had a relationship." I felt like crying again.

"Have you ever heart of fate?" I nodded and closed my eyes, he was so warm.

"Maybe the guy upstairs planned this all out for you. Just like he planned my dad to be stuck in a wheel chair or for my mom to pass away early. Everything happens for a reason." I raised my head to look at him.

"Maybe." he smiled, glad that he was able to calm me down.

"Tell me about this ex-boyfriend of yours." He positioned himself on the floor next to my chair.

"There really isn't much to tell, it's just that, I don't know…I could have caught that he was an ass before we…..had sex." I buried my face in my hands, embarrassed for saying this. I hadn't told Jackie this yet, maybe I wouldn't have to. Ignorance is bliss.

"It isn't your fault." he repeated gently. I didn't want to talk about this anymore, I felt like a weight was lifted off my back, I wanted to fall asleep right then and there on his warm shoulder. But now I had to deal with the fact that I told him about my sister. We sat there in silence before Jake spoke again.

"So…Bella finally told ya, huh?" I looked at him surprised, and then realization slapped me in the head. That's what they were talking about the first time I met Jake.

"Uh….tell me what?" I tried to play dumb but I knew he had heart me when I was hysterical.

"You don't have to cover for them, I already know." He smiled thoughtfully.

"How…do you know?" He sighed heavily

"I….I…am a werewolf." My face reddened.

"Now you're just making fun of me!" I stood with as much dignity I could muster and tried to walk around him, but he grabbed my hand.

"No! No wait! I'm not making fun of you. Of coarse not! I would never." He let out a nervous laugh. When I looked into his eyes, I knew that he wasn't joking around with me. I sat back down feeling silly.

"But aren't…..werewolves and vampires enemies or something?" I shrugged.

"We used to be…until the Cullen's." I nodded, Edward and Bella told me that they, along with their family weren't normal vampires. I was annoyed that Bella and Edward forgot to mention the werewolves.

"Jake…can you just tell me the whole story?" I wanted the truth! He nodded.

"You deserve the truth…."

"First, I think I should ask you a question." I raised my eyebrows.

"Ask away." he knew all of my secrets now.

"When we first met, in that diner, did you feel as though gravity was pulling us together? As if all of the oxygen left your lungs." I swallowed, remembering.

"Yeah," He smiled.

"Well, I felt it too. We felt that way because I imprinted on you that day." What?

"It's hard to explain, it's a werewolf thing." I squeezed his big hand.

"Tell me, Jake, please." He nodded, and then began his story.