That Hugs Her when She's Sad…
"Bella? You all right honey?" Jake asks through the bathroom door.
I shrug and sniffle – forgetting momentarily that he can't see me.
"Bells, tell me what's wrong. Was it Paul again?"
"No," I mumble out.
"Leah?"
"No,"
"Quil?"
"It wasn't anyone I know." I whispered.
"Then why are you so upset? They don't know you, so they can't say anything!"
I burst out crying then.
It was all my fault.
My fault.
I was ruining his life – threatening his chance, his god-given right – to become chief of the tribe.
Jake, hearing my sobs, opened the door and hugged me close to his body.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I whispered to him, over and over again. "It's all my fault."
"Bella, sweetie, nothing is your fault. Nothing. And no one can tell you otherwise."
"Jake, I'm threat-"
"You aren't threatening anyone!" He insisted.
"I'm threatening you," I breathed out.
He froze.
So I froze.
"Bella, I'm not angry," he told me, stroking my hair. "I'm worried that these stupid rumours have gotten to you as well. I worried for you."
"Jake, if you m-m-marry me, you can't become chief!" I told him, looking up at his face, which was cast with worry and sadness.
"Bella, when I become Alpha, I become Chief. So don't worry."
I cried again then.
And I wasn't sure whether it was because I was sad, or happy or frustrated.