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My back hurt, I couldn't sleep, everything that could go wrong was happening. I just wanted to be at home in my bed, away from everyone annoying me. Even Paul was annoying me, that's bad. Everyone's voice talking to me was like nails on a chalkboard. Being twenty-seven weeks pregnant was not fun.

"Alexia I need talk to you," my mom called out to me as I passed her office after coming home from school.

I sighed and went into her office. She pointed at the black leather chairs in front of her cherry wood desk and I sat down on the one on the left.

"Yeah," I muttered, picking at my nails?

She sighed and clasped her hands on the desk, "We have some things to discuss."

"What kind of things?"

"Everything, you're still seeing that Paul, correct," her blue eyes showed that they could really care less, but I could tell that one thing gets under her skin. It bugs her I'm going against her wishes now, I always obeyed before.

"Yes," I stated.

"Logan moved out of his parents' house," she said.

"Yes."

"He will have contact with the child," she seemed so cold, like this wasn't her daughter and grandchild she was talking about.

"Yes," I sighed, scooting myself further down in the chair.

"You will still be living here when the baby is born?"

So this is what she was getting at? She couldn't just ask me? Does she even want me living in this house with my baby or does she want me to move out so she can just deny all evidence of my existence. Well, I don't have any means of moving. I am poor unlike Logan.

"Yes, until I am eighteen, when you can force me out, right," I asked her?

She cocked her head to the side, smoothing back her already perfect blond bun, "So we understand each other?"

This wasn't daughter versus mother anymore. This was a whole new concept; she didn't consider me her child anymore. I was some disappointment living in her house without a cause to give to the world. She wasn't connected to me anymore.

"Yes," I said.

"Good," she nodded her head.

I pushed myself up from the chair by the arms; it wasn't easy getting up with a giant pregnant belly anymore. I headed towards the double doors and was about to leave when she called back to me.

"Oh and Alexia," she said.

I turned back around her looked at her. Her eyes were still cold and hard, but I could see something else behind it, something if you haven't know her for as long as me, then you wouldn't be able to see it. She was sad, she was never sad.

"Your father and I are getting a divorce."

"What," my thoughts came out?

They were getting a divorce? Why? They don't spend time together, but that's been going on since I was seven, why choose now to get a divorce?

"I will talk to you and Nathan together later," she gulped, letting her eyes fall to her hands on the desk.

This was all wrong. She looked like she was falling apart; I was the one who should be falling apart. It's all backwards, I fall apart and she stays strong and firm in her words.

"I'm going to Paul's," I needed to get away from her, I needed to think.

She didn't say anything, but nodded and quickly started fumbling through papers sporadically pulling things out.

I was about to close the doors behind me, but turned around, "I'm sorry Mom," I whispered.

I didn't know if she heard me at first, but she nodded her head.

I closed the doors and went straight back out to my car, leaving my mom to slowly fall apart. She was crumbling like a tired building. She stood strong for so long, she was just now starting to crumble and if her crumbling was doing this to me, I didn't want to stick around for the collapse.

o-0-o-0-o

I knocked hesitatingly on the door of Paul's house, feeling very awkward and out of place.

Kim answered, her black hair pulled up in a messy ponytail and oversized sweatshirt I was guessing was Jared's.

"Alexia, what are you doing here," her big brown eyes were confused?

"Um, is Paul here," I shifted my weight.

"No, he's on patrol," Kim opened up the door wider, "Come on it."

I walked in the familiar little house, it was messy. Not dirty, just messy. Books cluttered the coffee table, a video game stack that looked like it once used to be neat, was now spread out all over the floor in front of the television. A fresh mug of what looked like to be tea was steaming in the center of the books.

"Sorry, I feel like I'm interrupting something," I said, about to make my way back to the door, but she grabbed my arm.

"No, I was just studying for this upcoming test. I don't like staying in the house by myself, especially when you and I both know what most people think are just stories are out there," she said, dragging me by my arm to go sit on the couch.

She was right; I freaked out when Paul told me about the cold ones, vampires. I try not to think about it, but when I do I get an icy chill run through my body. Paul assured me with great passion that he wasn't going to let one get near me, not even close enough that I could tell it was a vampire.

"I didn't know you go to school," I mumbled.

"Well, it's community college nothing big. Jared and I made a compromise that we would stay in La Push a couple of more years and we will get an apartment together close to Washington State," she picked up the steaming mug, "Do you want some."

"No thank you," I sat back in the couch, "So how long do these patrols go for?"

She shrugged, "It depends, and they should be here soon they."

I nodded and watched her as she organized books, "How old are you Kim?"

She smirked, "Isn't there are rule against asking a lady their age?"

I laughed, "Well, you age can't offend you that much, your young, so it doesn't count."

"True," she laughed, "I'm twenty."

"Is Jared twenty?"

"Paul hasn't told you his age has he," she laughed again, setting down the book that was in her hands.

"It just hasn't come up…"

"Oh my gosh! I'm going to have a talk with Paul," she held onto her stomach as she laughed, "He's twenty-two and so is Paul."

Paul's twenty-two? That's not bad; he's only five years older than me… Then, why didn't he tell me?

"Why wouldn't he tell me his age," I asked her?

"For one, your relationship is illegal," she giggled, "but isn't thrilling to know your committing a crime?"

She's a little bit too thrilled about our relationship being illegal, "I didn't know before, but it doesn't feel any different."

"Just don't get caught," she held up a finger, "another thing is Paul probably thought it would freak you out if I know Paul. Since he freaks out over every little thing, he thinks everybody else will freak."

I raised a confused eyebrow, "He doesn't freak out over little things."

"Yeah, when he's with you he doesn't. For example, the other day Jared ate his last box of lemonheads and it was the end of the world," she shook her head and laughed.

"Will he be mad that you told me," I asked?

She shrugged, "I don't know, if he is, it's on me and I don't really care if he's mad at me or not."

"Woah! Woah, hold up! There's a chick party happening without me," Jared put his hands up, blocking Paul from coming through the doorway.

"There is no party, Jared," Kim smirked at him.

"So you two weren't having some sort of hot make-out session without us," he asked, stumbling forward as Paul pushed him.

"No Jared, in your dreams," she frowned at him, but a small smirk was forming across her face.

"You got that right," he laughed, heading straight towards the kitchen.

She shook her head at me, "Boys."

"Men," Jared shouted from the kitchen!

She rolled her eyes and picked up a book, "He doesn't realize he proved my point," she whispered.

"Heard that," came Jared's voice again.

"Now, be honest, Alexia," Paul asked, pulling me onto his bare chest when he sat down next to me, "There wasn't anything important that happened while we were gone from this house?"

I raised an eyebrow at him, "You're such a pig, but no."

"Why are you here then, not that I'm not happy," he asked, I could feel his chin moving on top of my head as he spoke?

"My parents are getting a divorce," I mumbled into his warm russet skin.

"What," he pulled me away from his body, not realizing that's all I wanted, all playfulness leaving his face.

"She didn't say why, but I couldn't stick around there any longer. She's not herself, she's sad Paul," I muttered, trying to weave my way back to his chest to cover my face.

"Wait," he still held me away, "that's reasonable that she's sad. You don't have to worry about that, I'm worrying for you-"

"She's never sad Paul. You wouldn't get it," I said, pulling myself up from the couch.

I almost fell back on the couch as I was trying to get up, but Paul's hands were there helping me up. He stood up with me, grabbing both of my hands in his.

"Tell me so I will get it," he pleaded.

"She's supposed to be the strong one, not me. She's not supposed to fall apart, I am" I could feel my throat clogging, but I went one, "She's supposed to be the one telling me what is wrong and what is right and I'm supposed to obey no matter what happens."

"That's could though, Alexia," he shook my hands, "You're strong. The stuff she was telling you was all wrong; you know what's wrong and right."

"I can't go against her if she's falling apart, Paul. That's worse than going against her when she's all together and as strong as me, at least we were even then. I can't do that," I shook my head, warm tears falling down my face.

"It's okay, Alexia," he said, finally pulling me into his chest, "It will work out. She will work it out by herself, she's an adult. You just worry about yourself."

"Where's the popcorn," I heard Jared asked Kim?

"Jared," she whispered-yelled, followed by the sound of a slap.

I smiled; at least someone in the world was happy.

"I swear, you have no filter," Kim shook her head at him.

He shrugged, "Probably not, usually when you have a dick as-"

"Jared," she shouted and slapped him again!

"I'm going to drive Alexia home," Paul said.

"Okay, see you later Alexia! Don't be kissing Kim anymore without me in the room," Jared shouted at me as I walked out!

Kim slapped him once again, "Come back soon Alexia! I want to see you again before you burst. Oh and sorry about Jared, he's a moron, don't listen to him."

I nodded and said goodbye to the both of them, tear marks staining my cheeks, but I still cracked a smile at them.

o-0-o-0-o

"This jackass is really getting on my nerves," Paul hissed under his breath as he looked in the rearview mirror.

I looked back the car was following really close behind. Paul was going over the speed limit on this little back road, pitch-black out, a small two lane road, double yellow lines.

"Ignore them," I sighed, situating myself further back in my seat, I was just extremely tired and wanted to go to bed.

I heard a weird animalistic growl sound under his breath. True, it freaked me out a bit, but I was too tired to care. I could already feel my heavy eyelids bowing down to sleep.

A loud honk sounded, waking me right back up.

"Paul," I hissed, as I noticed his hand slamming on the horn.

"Sorry, they're really pissing me off," he ground his teeth together.

The headlight of the car flashed on us and I noticed how ridged his strong jaw was locked. His grey eyes could be almost red with fury, maybe they could be a lightning cloud in the sky by the way his eyes were flaming.

This was really making him that mad? I get tailgated all the time, but you just ignore them. Just because they don't follow the rules of the road doesn't mean I'm not going to.

So this is what Kim was talking about?

This wasn't something to get that upset over; maybe this is one of his over-reacting moments.

I was jolted forward when Paul slammed on his brakes, the car behind us following right after, coming inches away from hitting the car.

After being jolted back, I was flung back in my seat when Paul pressed his foot hard down on the gas pedal.

I didn't register it 'till then of what was happening, but somewhere along the lines words formed in my mouth.

"Paul!"

"What," he asked through gritted teeth, still accelerating?

"What are you doing," I gasped, watching the trees blur past us?

"Driving," he growled.

"Slow down," I used a calmer voice now.

"No."

He was never so cold to me. He never talked to me that way. Why was everyone going completely out of character today?

A high screeching came up behind us, the person in the car getting in the other lane. A Volkswagen Beetle was racing a BMW, a nice BMW at that.

"Paul," I tried again.

No answer, his rigid face kept on the road.

My heart starting pounding in my chest, adrenaline coursing through my veins quickly, I was getting scared.

Paul turned the steering wheel a bit at the same time the other person turned. The two cars slid against each other without a noise, but I felt the sudden bump.

"Paul, stop."

No answer.

I looked out the window and gasped as I felt the car lurch, moving over to the other side of the road, the phone poles looking awfully close.

"Paul," I whispered, fright taking over my voice.

"Shit," he muttered, he turned the steering wheel almost on impulse harder the other way.

He must of overdid it a too much because the next thing I knew we slid the other car against the side of the road, both drivers pushing on the brakes. We came to a stop on the side of the road and watched as the BMW slammed into a telephone pole on the side, both cars finally coming to a complete stop.

Paul opened up the car door, slamming it behind him, leaving the glass rattling in its frame.

I was shocked.

The other person in the car got out of the car, both of them storming after the other.

I got out of the car, knowing I couldn't do much, but I wasn't about to sit in the car and just watch.

"Paul," I shouted, he was going to kill someone!

"What do you think you're doing you asshole," Paul stormed at the guys inspecting his car.

"Paul, please stop," I called, running after him.

Paul came to a sudden halt, his whole frame freezing.

"Black," Paul asked?

"Paul," the driver laughed?

A woman, not just anymore, got out of the car. She looked inhumanly beautiful, you could even tell in the dark, the only lights coming off of my car. It was weird how gorgeous she was, it was almost like how Paul described vampires…

"What the hell were you doing," he asked?

The guy laughed, "Well, we were stuck behind some loser that drove like a granny."

"So, you thought it was okay to race us?"

"Who's us," the guy asked, looking back at me?

"This is Alexia."

I walked the two steps to Paul's side.

"The Alexia," the guy smiled at me, "It's an honor to meet the one and freaking only Alexia Grey."

He reached for my hand and I shook it. I guessed by the heat of his hand that he was a werewolf.

"Whatever, Black," Paul muttered, "You almost killed her and she's pregnant. How about you and your little bloodsucker be more careful next time."

"Yeah, I can see," He looked at my stomach, "You already got her pregnant, Paul? I knew you were a bad boy and everything-"

"It's not mine," Paul growled.

Jacob smiled and had the same face on that Jared had when he asked about the popcorn, "Well, I'm Jacob by the way and this is Nessie." He gestured to the girl that looked around fourteen or fifteen.

"Hello, Paul, Alexia," she said, her twinkling chandelier voice matching her face perfectly, "And for future references, Paul, I don't accept the turn bloodsucker."

"Well, you used to call me mutt," he smirked.

"I learned that from my Uncle and I don't use that term anymore," she crossed her arms over the back of the car.

"Yeah, ever since you've been in puppy dog love with Jacob," he guffawed.

"I don't have puppy dog love," she growled, she was little, but she scared me when she did that.

Paul didn't look the least worried, "Oh, that's right. You read all of the romance crap your mom used to read. So you have some undying love for him, right?"

She stood up straight from the car and crossed her arms over her chest defensively, "Jacob can we go."

"Sure, Ness," Jacob laughed.

"I'm not in love with you Jacob, I hope you know that," Nessie muttered.

"Of course not! Your dad would have my head anyways," Jacob went and gave Nessie a quick hug.

It was painfully obvious that she had a crush on Jacob. It broke my heart; I remember having crushes and getting teased. I could swear I felt the heat rush off of her cheeks as his arms wrapped around her, her arms still crossed and everything.

"Do you want me to fix your car," Jacob asked pulling away from a scarlet Nessie?

"No, I can do it," Paul said, "I got to get Alexia home before she falls down and sleeps on the side of the road."

Jacob laughed, "Alright, talk to me more man! Hope to see you again, Alexia."

"Yeah, like all we do is fight when we're together, Black," Paul laughed.

"Whatever," Jacob laughed.

"Bye Alexia, it was lovely meeting you," she smiled at me before going to the passenger side of the car.

"I don't get a bye, Ness," Paul called?

She closed the door behind her.

"Bye Nessie," he shouted though laughed!

"Nice job, Lahote. Now she's going to be pissed," Jacob groaned.

Paul shrugged, "She needs to face the facts that she gets all dreamy eyed at you, even if she hears your name."

"Whatever, Paul," Jacob sighed, getting in the car.

We walked back to the scrapped up Volkswagen, Jacob peeling out, and dirt flying everywhere.

I shook my head at Paul as I climbed in the car, "I now know what Kim was talking about."

"What did she say," Paul asked, putting the keys in the ignition?

"She told me you overreact a lot when I'm not around."

"Really," he asked raising an eyebrow, "what else did she say about me?"

"I want to talk about how you wrecked my car," I said, watching as he pulled out of the side of the road, slower than he really needed.

"Hey, I can fix that easily. What else were you and Kim talking about?"

"She told me your age, which I suspiciously realized I didn't know," I said.

"Really?"

"Yeah, you know my age, but why don't I know yours?"

"Do I know your age," he smirked at me, taking his eyes off of the road for a second?

"Yes, Paul you do," I sighed.

"What is it again?"

"I'm seventeen and today I learned you're twenty-two."

There was a long pause between us; the only sound was the car tires rolling against the road that was in a desperate need to be re-paved.

"Does that bother you," he asked?

I shook my head and laughed, "No, it kind of cool that I have an older guy. Does it bother you?"

He laughed too and glanced at me before turning back to the road, "No, I think it's kind of hot actually."

I raised an eyebrow at him, "You know it's illegal too?"

"No, but know that I know, it's hotter," he laughed

"You're such a pig, Paul," I laughed at him.

"The correct term is wolf, but that's alright," he smiled.

"Oh and you should also be nicer to Nessie, you don't know what it's like to be a girl at that age," I smiled.

"Thank God too," he laughed, "You know what Nessie is?"

"A vampire," I guessed, but she didn't really seem like how I imagined one, she wasn't pale white like one and she didn't scare me as much as I thought?

"Half vampire and half human," he grinned at my confused face, "Her mom got pregnant with her when she was still human. A human had sex with a vampire. I know right, that's disgusting!"

My mind couldn't really wrap around that though, a vampire and a human together? Well, I guess I did have sex with a werewolf, but at least he's alive, a vampire isn't alive.

"Her mom got turned into a vampire when she was giving birth because she was dying," he went on and then muttered to more himself, "She must be into weird kinky shit."

It was quiet for a second after, but I looked at Paul out of the corner of my eye and couldn't help bursting out laughing.

"You know I'm right," he smirked.

o-0-o-0-o

We pulled up to my house to see not what I expected.

Mom stood on the porch, her red silk robe wrapped tightly around her and Dad standing there with a younger girl, holding onto her hand.

No, this can't be happening. This can't be real, this can't happen, everything slowly falling in pieces, our perfect family showing our true colors.

"Shit," I muttered under my breath as Paul parked the car, "You can leave if you want."

He shook his head and opened the door, getting out with me.

"You can't do this to me, Luke," Mom's words broke on coming out.

"Scarlett, please don't do this. We both know it wasn't going to work," He sighed.

"You didn't have to bring a slut to the house," she gritted her teeth together.

"I thought you would be asleep," he muttered.

Paul took my hand as we made our way up to the front door.

"So you thought you bringing this whore here when I was asleep would be okay," she screeched?

"Alright, I've had enough of you calling me names, Scarlett," the young girl said, taking her hand out of Dad's.

Wait, I remembered her. She's one of the usual nurses Dad works with, how cliché. Her names Meghan, she was a total bitch to me when she met me to be fair.

"You have no right talking to be, Meghan," and apparently Mom remembered her too, "Is this what working late means to you, Luke?"

Dad sighed and ran a hand down his face, "Can we please talk about this later, and I'll take Meghan home."

I saw it coming, but Paul saw it first. Girls have this weird thing where one little look can mean so much and Meghan gave Mom one of the worst I have seen in my whole high school career. Mom flew down the steps, ready to attack a ready Meghan.

Paul seized her around her waist and held her back as she tried to pull away from him.

I couldn't believe the sight I saw, Mom crying. Tears streamed down her face and something even worse, her perfect blond bun wasn't so perfect anymore. Blond hair flew around her face as she pounded on Paul's arms, hysterical words and sobs coming from her.

Dad was already backed out of the driveway and was halfway down the street, when Paul let mom slowly fall to her knees.

She wasn't coherent. We stood there watching, not knowing what to do. She just sat there on the cold sidewalk to the front door, rocking herself back and forth. This was the collapse, she finally broke.

Eventually, Paul picked her up and she didn't even more, just stayed limp, and stayed lifeless. He carried her into her bedroom and I realized I haven't been in here since I was little, running in here from the nightmares until they told me I was too old.

"I'm sorry you had to see that, Paul," I said when we closed the door to her bedroom.

He laughed and emotionless laugh, "I'm sorry you had to see that."

I smiled at him, but I had a feeling it came out empty like how I felt.

"I'll go," he muttered, making his way to the stairs.

I grabbed his arm, holding him back, "Don't go."

I pulled him by his arm to my room, closing my own door behind me and wondering where Nathan was when I passed his door.

I ended up curling up next to Paul's bare chest, he took off his t-shirt, and it lies next to the bed. I still had my sweatpants and sweatshirt still on from going to school today. I didn't care though; I just tried not to think about anything. I just wanted to sleep; I wanted nothing more to just sleep. I let my mind just feel like a buzz of nothing 'till my eyes started falling.

The last sight I saw before falling asleep was the full moon. That's why everybody was acting so weird today, it was a full moon.


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