When we go back over to the picnic area, Annamarie and is waiting. "Annamarie!" I say, and give her a hug. "Honey, what the hell happened?" She demands after giving me a hug. "Um, I got attacked by a w-bear." I stutter.

I wonder if my inner self has a death wish or something. Saying I got attacked by a wolf?! While I'm with a bunch of other wolves?! So safe to do, right?

"A were-bear?" She asks in incredulously. "Jaycee what the hell are you talking about? A bear, honey? And why the hell didn't you call me?!" "I forgot, Tia." I say quietly. "You forgot?" She repeats. I nod. I can se Jacob shaking behind me, and I grab his hand. "How exactly did this happen?!" She screeches. "I went on a walk in the woods and happened upon a bear." I lie, just as I rehearsed, like, a million times. Eventually her anger wears off, and she pulls me in for another hug. "Thank god you're okay." She murmurs into my shoulder.

After she hugs me, it's as if she sees Jacob for the first time, "Who's the boy toy, hun?" She asks. I roll my eyes, "Jacob Black-" "Your boyfriend?" She interrupts. I nod. She squints up at him, and shakes his free hand when he offers it. "Nice to meet you ma'am." He says, smiling. "Where was he when this happened?" She asks.

We all stiffen. She has definitely struck a cord. Leave it to Annamarie to anger eight wolves with one sentence. Everyone in the pack with an imprint reaches out and makes contact in some way. But Jacob just backs up, his eyes flashing, and multiple tremors shaking his body all at once. I realize that he's not to point of shifting yet, so I reach out and grab his hand. He lets go, shaking his head. "Jacob." I say sternly and grab it back. I pull him back towards me, and grab his other hand. "Look at me." I say, looking up at him expectantly. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, then looks down at me. "It's ok. She doesn't mean it, alright?" I murmur. He nods, and inhales deeply. I turn back towards Annamarie, putting Jacobs arms around my waist.

"Changing subjects, Kay?" I say. Annamarie nods slightly, "Well I just came to see how you were doing. There's someone at the shop, but it closes soon, give me a hug." She says, opening her arms. I hug her, and she leaves.

"God I forgot how much she talks." I mutter. Paul is still glaring in the direction she went, and Embry waves a hand in front of his face. "What the hell this, what the hell that." Paul mocks and walks off towards the food table.

"I'll be right back, okay?" Jacob says quietly. I nod, and he walks towards the forest by the cliffs. I turn around and head towards the food table. I grab a soda and sit down next to Dani. He smiles at me and I grin back, "You know, you're not warm enough. I'm freezing here." I say quietly. Someone throws a sweater at my face. "Thank you for that." I mutter sarcastically.

Jacobs POV
Where was I while that as going on?! I was the one who fucking did it! And I hate myself for it. She tells me it's fine, but you can tell its not. The way people whisper when they see the scars on her hands, Jaycee becomes a different person. She constantly hides her hands in whatever sweater she's wearing. She doesn't even look at herself in the mirror anymore. And the first time she did after she got out of the hospital, she started crying.

I can't even express how much I hate myself for it. If I hadn't imprinted on her, she wouldn't have felt that pain. I can hardly shift anymore; I hate the feeling of my claws against any surface. I hate what I am, because if I wasn't-what I am, Jaycee wouldn't have any reason to be ashamed of herself.

And how can I blame it on Bella when I was the one who lost control? I was the one who scarred her. I tried to put the blame on her for as long as I could but everyone knows it not her fault. It's completely mine. I'm the reason that Jaycee hates what she sees when she looks in the mirror.

I've hurt my imprint and I don't deserve her anymore. I never really did.

Jaycees POV
When Billy comes hours later and Jacob still isn't back, I get up and start in the direction he went. Surprisingly, no one tries to stop me.

I follow a trail of trees with random holes in them, and eventually I see Jacob's sitting behind a log, his head resting in his arms. I walk over to him and sit next to him.

"Jake what's wrong?" I ask quietly. When he looks up at me, his eyes are red and there are tears on his cheeks. I move his arms, and sit on his lap, facing him. I wipe away his tears, then kiss his cheek. "Stop." He whispers hoarsely. "What?" I ask, confused. Then it dawns on me. Oh. I gently grab his chin and turn his face towards me. "Jacob look at me and listen; and listen good. I am perfectly ok. Do you hear me? I am alright, so please just stop. Look at me," He glances up at me, "I love you, okay?" I say softly. "But-" I put my finger over his lips, "No buts."

He wraps his arms around me tightly, and buries his face in my neck. I feel his tears stain my sweater, and I run my fingers through his hair. I don't tell him to 'shh' because in my experience, that just made me hold my feelings in and cry later. And I want him to stop feeling bad about this. Like now. It was both of our faults really..

"I love you too, Jaycee."

So, eventually we end up going to Jakes house instead of going back to hear the legends. It's not like we don't all know them by heart. We stopped at Emily's first and I grab clothes for tomorrow, and leave Emily a note.

Jake opens the door and we go inside. It's such a cute little house, and it's cozy inside. Perfect combo, right? Cute and cozy. We sit down on the couch, and I curl up into a ball on his lap and close my eyes. I did not realize how tired I am. "Jacob, I'm tired." I murmur into his chest. He picks me up and carries me down the hallway. We he stands me up, I open my eyes. "You can change in here, alright? I'm gonna change in the bathroom across the hall." I nod, rubbing my eye. I look around the room, and after enough working of my brain, I come to the conclusion that this is Jacob's room. I walk over to the drawers against the wall and grab one of his t-shirts, strip, pull on the shirt, and walk back over to the door. I open it again and Jake picks me up. We lay down on the bed, with a sheet covering us. I lazily trace patterns on his chest until I fall asleep.

The next day

when I wake up, I yawn and hide my face in Jacobs shoulder. "Finally awoke?" He asks, twirling my hair between his fingers. I nod, "Yeah. I guess." I whisper.

I get up and grab my backpack and go into the bathroom across the hall. I take a long, hot shower and then, I wash the dye out of my hair. When I get out, I pull on the black t-shirt and sweatpants I brought. Then, I put my wet hair in a bun and leave the bathroom.

Jacob goes in the bathroom after me, and I sit down on his bed. I look around for a couple more minutes, then grab my sketchbook and colored pencils that were conveniently in my bag. I haven't drawn since my parents died... It just didn't feel right to do it anymore. I always did it while I was around them; that's what I was doing when they got killed.

I flip through the pages, looking at my drawings of my parents, Ciara, Dani, Annamarie, her dog, and abstract landscapes and birds. Lots of birds. One of the last ones was my mothers drawing. It was the hawk with the star on its chest, flying upwards, with a starry sky behind it. Her drawings were always very graphic, with sharp lines and edges; they tended to look like comics. My fathers drawings were more soft, and real looking. Like looking at a photograph. I was caught p somewhere in the middle, usually leaning towards my mothers way of drawing though.

I take a black pencil out and start drawing. Eventually I reside I'm just drawing a bunch of tree like lines, and add leaves. I shake my head, and rip the page out of the sketchbook. This is so wrong! I thro the sketchbook on the floor, and lay down on the bed. "Jaycee? You alright?" I sit up quickly and nod.

He comes in in the standard cutoffs and bare skin. He glances at the sketchbook, then me, and I glance away. "C'mere." He murmurs, reaching towards me. I get up, and wrap my arms around his torso; then I find myself crying.

I wipe my eyes, and Jacob tilts my head up towards him. "You sure?" I nod, and he kisses my forehead, and we leave the room. We sit down on the couch, facing each other. "You're positive?" He asks again. "What's your favorite band?" I ask instead of answering. "Umm... I don't know, Green Day? Three Days Grace? What about you?" He says slowly. "Right now... Evanescence. But my favorite song is by the script... You know the one, If You Could See Me Now?" I whisper. He nods solemnly, and pulls me into his lap.

And I realize, as I sit in his lap, crying and clutching my locket that I've been trying to cope with this for too long. There's not gonna be a way for me to get over this. When they died I lost a huge part of me. A part I'm not sure I can ever get back.