A/N: Not mine. The plot and a few characters are. That's it.
Emily is not in my story. Sam has imprinted with… can you guess? Gabriella! He has been since the beginning.
Review PLEASE! I don't know if I'm doing good or not. Please!
Oh and this is a SamOC. Sorry about any confusion! Sam is 20 and Gabriella is 16 cause her and Quil are twins.
Okay, it's kinda intense. Just a warning.
Aeieo wrote most of this.
Chapter 14
"This is all my fault." I stated to myself, lying on Sam's bed.
I had shoved the dresser against the door and he was still beating on it.
"I should've been more careful. And now he doesn't want the baby. All my fault." I said again.
And that's when I decided to run. Sam didn't want me or the baby, so I could make it on my own. I still had time to get a job and make enough money to rent a place for a while. Sam doesn't want me, so I'll be gone. A burden lifted off of his shoulders.
I quickly grabbed my canvas bag and stuffed my few belongings that I needed into it. I slung it over my shoulder, and grabbed my purse, taking out the cell phone and laying it on top of the chest, that was shaking violently from Sam's attempts to get in. I did not bother to leave a note.
I walked over to the window and opened it throwing my stuff out first. I glanced back one last time before I departed. The sobs were coursing throughout my body uncontrollably, but they were muffled by Sam's yelling. I finally jumped out the window.
I dropped my purse into the bag and quickly tied the bag to my back. I transformed into my wolf form, and ran off into the woods, leaving Sam behind.
I could hear Sam in the distance, and I pushed myself harder to block him out. I was near the edge of the border, probably a dangerous thing to do, considering no one was on guard. Which for me that was a good thing because I had my mind all to myself for once. I slowed to a walk, because no one was coming after me. I guess somewhere in the back of my mind I thought that Sam would come after me. But it was all the truth; Sam didn't want me.
I wanted to run again, and so I did. I wanted to let this life go, forget it and never come back. I didn't want a world without Sam. But we can't always get what we want. Maybe Sam loved Leah all along, and the baby was an excuse to get away from me…
I was now past the border, into Forks, a safe zone for werewolves and vampires. I came to a clearing in the forest and I curled up under a tree, the tears still falling, even in my wolf form. I laid there for hours on end, I'm not sure how long, thinking and wondering of that one person. That was up until my nose started burning, and I got that peculiar scent that I knew immediately. A vampire.
But it wasn't a Cullen; we knew their scents. This was a different one, who smelled of human blood. I broke loose of the canvas bag, and walked into the middle of the clearing, my hair standing up on my back and my teeth bared. I was in a defensive crouch, ready for anything that came my way. I could probably take the vampire myself, but I wasn't sure how good that would be for the baby…
The smell grew closer, and I more anxious. There was no point in running, because the vampire would chase my scent wherever I went and I really and truly had nowhere to go. Finally a female stepped into the clearing. She had flaming red hair that blew in the wind. Her eyes were blood red, staring at me with looks that could kill. I growled, a warning for her to not try anything.
She laughed; a high soprano, girly voice, that surprised me, yet made me shudder. I did not have a chance to react that anything that happened next.
She pounced on top of me, me the prey, her the predator. Her fangs were everywhere, slicing my chest open, and the blood oozing onto the ground. I threw her off me with all the strength I could muster. She came at me again, attacking me in the same area. The blood loss was horrific, and I did not have enough energy to stay in my wolf form. I transformed back into a human, closing my eyes, waiting for it all to be over.
"I'm sorry." I tried to whisper, but nothing came out. I was really and truly sorry for the baby, it didn't deserve this. I was sorry for ever coming into Sam's life. I was sorry for existing. The darkness engulfed me, the pain slowly fading away, as did my soul.