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I don't know what to do without you around,

And we know it's never simple,

Never easy.

Never a clean break,

No one here to save me,

You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand

And I can't breathe,

Without you,

But I have to

Breathe,

Without you,

But I have to...

-Breathe, Taylor Swift

"What are you talking about?" I asked dryly when I knew perfectly well what she was asking. I should've just come clean about it, instead of being a complete and total wimp about it.

As part of my Juliet role,my butt was kicked by Mama Capulet, also known as Mom.

"Kimberly you know exactly what I'm talking about!" Mom fired back, her patience was short that day. Okay so Jared was right, I'm a bad liar, but it couldn't hurt to try right?

I couldn't think of another time Mom had been so pissed at me…I could see behind Mom was Val trying to hold in a snicker. My frame iced up and I felt my stomach do the salsa and my mouth was dry.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" Mom questioned, her angry ember eyes staring into mine. I bit my lip, drawing blood and looked down. "I'm sorry," I admitted and Mom grew exasperated.

She paced around the room, her back towards me. Her steps were loud and she had her hands grasping her hair. She spun her heels and met me once again, and pure anger filled her features.

"I did not expect this from you, Kimberly!" Mom yelled, and I stood my ground. Ever since I was a little girl I despised being yelled at. Therefore, the bad kid's corner was like some sort of jail for me.

I was always afraid to rebel and I guess this time was my exception. If Jared wasn't lying to me about this whole imprint ordeal, wasn't this supposed to be accepted? This wasn't forbidden love, as Mom thought it was.

I couldn't blame her if I wasn't in love with Jared I'd understand why she was fuming. So many rumors existed in our community about the pack. All of them were completely and totally false, but Mom didn't know of course.

"I'm sorry, Mom." I apologized, but I had to hold my lips together to stop the words from coming out of my mouth. "Jared Thorne especially!" Mom bellowed, clearly questioning my sanity.

I winced and stood my ground. Val looked at me and her expression ordered me to get my shit together.

"Just tell me this, you're not...dating him are you?" Mom questioned spitting out the words hatefully, and I felt my cheeks heat up. Mom's features grew solemn, but quickly turned to fury.

"Really, Kim? I cannot believe you're really doing this to me! I raised you so well to date good boys not boys like him!" Mom ranted, and I felt tears blur behind my eyes and I was ashamed of them.

It really wasn't the time for me cry like a baby. I was officially gutless.

"Mom, I know you may not believe me, but he's a great guy. And all the rumors aren't true," I piped up and Mom seemed as shocked as I was that I said that.

There was truth in my words, but I'd never talked back before. Suddenly, anger pulsed through my veins.

"A great guy? Kimberly I thought you were smart! He's in a gang; he's going to dump you after he has sex with you!" Mom fired back, and I felt a sudden pang in my heart.

The thought of Jared dumping would send me to my grave that much was sure. I mean, I wouldn't blame him if he wanted to break up with me.

I wasn't good enough for him anyway. My features fell, and I felt tears burn my eye lids as I kept them from falling.

"He's not in a gang, and he's not doing drugs! I'm not going to end up pregnant, Mom," I responded softly and Mom seemed to get angrier by the second.

"You are grounded! Go to your room and stay there!" Mom ordered and I nodded, keeping my head down. Val however was not finished with this. Valerie turned toward Mom.

"Mom, you're insane. He's a great guy, and he doesn't do drugs or anything close to that. He loves her, Mom, he really does. And can't you let Kim live for once?" Val barked and Mom opened her mouth in shock.

I never loved my sister more than in that moment. Val smiled back at me, and I felt something hit me; sisterly love. Maybe Val didn't hate me as I thought she did for so long.

"Valerie Catherine Conneweller!" Mom yelled.

"It's true, Mom, as much as I love to see her grounded, she doesn't deserve to be grounded this time. He's not a dick, Mom, he's a really great guy, and for once Kim's happy." Val continued and Mom just stared blankly at her.

"I don't need your back sass, Valerie. This is not your fight. Kim, go up to your room and call Jared and break up with him." Mom ordered, and I felt tears sting my eyes I advanced up the steps stumbling into my room.

I lay in my bed, and just let the tears fall. Tears pooled on my pillow, and I could hear my heart breaking. I felt sobs build up into my chest and I pressed my face into my pillow and softened them.

I couldn't comprehend this was happening to me. If this was supposed to be, then why can't I be with him?

Couldn't Mom see for once my life was bearable, and I felt almost whole; Jared was slowly healing a broken girl.

I always thought I'd never be happy again, or truly be happy again after Dad's death. He was my best friend, as sad as that is to admit and the fact of him gone tore me apart.

Somehow Jared had succeeded to get through to me and put the pieces back together slowly.

And suddenly I had to end the best thing that ever happened to me. There had to be a way out of this, but I wanted to rebel for once.

I was fighting for something; I was fighting for the happiness that existed ever since Jared came into my life.

He was my source of living, not my only but he was becoming more and more important by the minute. Mom was never home, and I felt like she didn't care about us, and Val and I had always been distant.

I was invisible until Jared came along and saw what was under the surface.

There was this pain that was eating my whole body ever since I heard Mom's words and it gripped me. I punched my pillow as hard as I could and I screamed tearful sobs into my pillow.

My throat felt raw, and my nose was raspberry red, thanks to my crying fest. I felt my phone vibrate and my left hand grabbed into my jean pocket.

I held my phone in my frozen hand and I saw the name on caller ID.

I felt my heart rip, as I saw 'Jared' light up my phone. Perfect, the person I really didn't want to talk to. I hate myself forever for what I was about to do.

"Jared," I spoke trying to sound like I hadn't been crying my eyes out.

"Kim, what's wrong?" Jared asked worriedly and I had to hold the tears that were threatening to slip from my eye lids. "Jared," I started trying to make my voice as strong as possible.

"Jared, I'm so sorry." I apologized. "Kim, what happened?" Jared questioned, confusing evident in his voice. I put my hand against my mouth and the tears trailed down my face and the sobs burst out of my throat.

"Kim, sweetheart, please you're killing me. Why are you crying?" Jared asked panic dominating his tone. If I wasn't crying I'd be blushing at his sweet concern.

"Jared, I can't be with you anymore," I cried and Jared gasped.

"What?" He asked, hurt in his voice. I hated myself for hurting him; maybe he was better without me.

"We can't do this anymore," I clarified hating every word of that sentence. "Kim, sweetheart, if you want to go slower; if you're overwhelmed I completely understand.

I'm not going to push you into anything you're not ready for, and we can just be…friends." He offered his voice breaking on the last word. I felt tears flood my cheeks, and put my head in my hands.

I truly was not good enough for him, not enough for him. "Jared, I can't see you anymore," I sobbed and Jared was silent. "But we go to school together, Kim," Jared spoke.

"I have to stay away from you, I'm so sorry Jared." I rejected, and I hated myself. I couldn't stay away from the best thing that ever happened to me.

"Kim, why, please tell me why," Jared begged and I let free the cries I'd been holding. "Jared, I'm not good enough for you," I summarized, and I wish more than anything else that wasn't true.

"Jared, this past month has been the best of my life, and Jared you are the best thing that happened to me, and I'm so sorry." I blabbered and Jared listened.

"Kim, then why are you breaking up with me?" Jared questioned, and his voice broke my heart.

"I can't be with you; you'll find someone who deserves you Jared. You're the best guy I've ever met, and the best friend I've ever had," I admitted.

"Kim, can you please just say in English why you're breaking up with me? I'll leave you alone, I swear," Jared promised.

I don't want you to leave me alone. I don't want to have to let go of you, I don't want to have to do this.

"Jared, you've mean more to me than anyone I've ever loved at all. And as cheesy as this is, I'll always love you." I cried and Jared grew silent. "Kim, I'll never stop, but please just tell me." Jared pled.

"I can't tell you, Jared. It's not your fault, okay? It's my fault; it's my entire damn fault." I sobbed.

"Kim, please don't cry. Please, I can't stand you crying, please just smile, Kim. I'll be okay if you show the world your pretty smile." Jared spoke dejectedly.

"I love you, Jared, I'm so sorry," I apologized before hanging up the phone. As I hung up, I felt as if a part of me died. I pressed my head into my pillow and dropped my phone on the floor.

I didn't care if I broke my phone. I gave a few more pathetic punches into my innocent pillows. Eventually, I grew exhausted and just sunk into my blankets.

I heard the door swing open and I felt weight sink the bed.

"Kim!" Val spoke and I jumped up.

"Oh wow, you look worse than I thought," Val observed. Val had just earned some points for standing up for me, and suddenly she was dissing me.

I didn't deserve to be stood up for, so I guess I should've been counting my blessings. Val sat down cross legged next to me, and looked at me for a moment.

"Thanks, that's exactly what I want to hear," I said dejectedly and Val frowned.

"Sorry, no one looks good when they cry, but I'm not here to tell you that you look like hell," Val started, putting a stray hair behind her ear. "Well thank you," I murmured and Val shook her head.

"I'm really sorry, Kim. Mom should've kept her shit to herself," Val apologized and I looked aghast when her eyes met mine.

Val was somehow apologizing. She looked slightly uncomfortable as she spoke, but those words meant the world to me. "Thank you," I muttered, almost smiling at her.

"And I'm not going to let her do this to you," Val admitted. "Why?" I questioned, pulling my hair into a messy pony tail.

"You're my little sister, Kim. I've heard sisters are supposed to help each other. I know this is kinda new for me, but this is what I've seen in all the movies," Val continued and I let out a nervous laugh.

"And you're finally breaking yourself out of your shell. You've always been freakishly quiet, and you've never looked happy. And he's a hot piece of man and he's good to you." Val commented, and I almost blushed.

"That's a really rare combination, and I think you deserve someone like him. He seems to be completely head over heels for you." Val spoke, after swallowing.

"I don't know about that, but thank you," I sputtered and Val smirked.

"And I happen to know him well, and from what I hear and see he seems to be a good guy. And I might sound like a total cheese ball when I say this, but Kim I'm happy for you." Val admitted and I almost let out a nervous laugh.

I was stunned by her kindness, and began to think after all she did have a wonderful heart. Maybe behind the mask was a loving individual, and Val smirked at me.

"Repeat any of this and I'll kick your ass," Val threatened, her face growing serious.

I nodded, and assured her I wouldn't. She smiled, seemly satisfied and left my room. I heard the door close quietly and gracefully behind her, and I thawed out of my position.

I went back to my original pathetic position, which was in a fetal position in my bed.

I just let myself go in every way possible. I didn't mean to be a typical teenager by refusing to go eat dinner because of my Mother, but I wasn't hungry.

I stuffed the remainder of my school supplies in my backpack to pass the time.

I heard Mom's door slam shut behind her, and I felt guilty. I didn't mean for her to find out this way, and for her to feel stressed out because of me. I shouldn't have fought with Mom, she has already so much on her plate.

Mom didn't let us see her cry, or fall apart. Mom always mainatined an emotionless mask that made her seem to have ice running through her veins.

I couldn't imagine how hard it was for her to even keep going after Dad died.

Mom tried dating, she pratically went through the whole single man population of La Push. A few times she even went home with one, and Val eventually snuck out shortly after Mom started.

The bottomline was I felt like Mom was too busy to care about me. I see now that was selfish and bitchy of me, but at the time that's what I believed. I heard Val close the front door behind her as she left.

Mom didn't pay her any mind, because she trusted her more. I curled up under my blankets and tried to warm up the ice growing in my heart. I closed my eyes and prayed that I would be blessed with sleep.

I would do anything to get away from this pain a few blissful hours. Sleep would numb the pain that was taking over my body like a fever. I found myself having the worst migraine an hour later.

I pressed my hands against my forehead trying to massage away the pain of this migraine. I hadn't had a migraine for four years up to that point. For me, migraines happen when I'm upset.

They come without any warning, and I fumbled around in the bathroom for my medicine. I was thankful I'd been refilling and kept the prescription. Cursing under my breath as I couldn't find it, I stumbled back to my bed.

I felt tears blur behind my eyes induced by both the migraine and the pain my heart felt. I felt like some one ripped me open and took everything out of me. It was a feeling like I'd never had before.

I felt almost hollow and I felt heavy like I drop through the floor at any moment. I pressed my head against the pillows and closed my eyes praying for some type of relief from the constant pain.

Minutes turned into hours, and finally my migraine faded. I deflated from my current position. To my dismay I didn't succumb into slumber like I wanted, instead I was crying my eyes out.

I would hate myself forever for what I did, that night felt so surreal to me. I heard my alarm go off, and I fumbled in the bathroom and tried to get myself cleaned up.

My reflection in the mirror was horrendous. I looked like hell, more hellish than usual. There were dark raccoon like bruises under my eyes from a sleepless night and my eyes were blood red from crying.

I splashed some water on my face in hope that the water would sooth my irratated eyes. For the first time in my life I voluntarily applied make up on myself.

I didn't go all out, but I applied concealer in hope to disguise the dark circles under my eyes. To my dissapointment, I still looked awful. I gave up on trying to hide it, and just dressed.

I came downstairs, once again to an empty house. I made myself breakfast, and got myself ready for the day. The sun mocked me by blinding my eyes, and I cursed as the sun hit me head on.

I waited at my bus-stop and the yellow school bus rounded the corner shortly after. I climbed up the bus stairs, and settled with being invisible again.

I sat in my usual seat by the window, and to my surprise Jared wasn't on the bus. I couldn't help but worry even though I shouldn't be.

Jared's a very strong person, stronger than I am. Jared is capable of healing and moving on, unlike me. I wrapped myself in my coat even more as the bus started to move.

I just hoped I didn't hurt him, I mean I know we're "imprints" but what if he was just saying that? I wondered if he was feeling the same way I was.

Did he have problems sleeping last night? I certainly hoped not, Jared didn't deserve that. I felt a single tear wipe down my face, and I wiped it away with the back of my hand.

I couldn't let myself be sobbing my eyes out the whole day; that wasn't acceptable. I pressed my cheek against the cool glass and awaited the bus to stop at school.

Once I got off the bus I found my way to my locker. I placed all my crap in there and went to my first class. Focusing was darn near impossible, but somehow I managed to pay attention to some of the class.

The day seemed to drag on slowly and painfully, almost like dying a slow and painful death. Once English rolled around, my stomach was in tight knots.

Being the pathetic girl I am, I waited for him to come through the door. After the late bell, he came in and sat down in his desk.

My heart was slowly, but surely ripping in my chest. The silence was painful, and I attempted to stay on task.

He didn't look great, but he was just as handsome. Lunch came, and I settled on sitting alone again. I played with my sandwich but never ate it.

I noticed Jared from across the room giving me a pained glance. There wasn't any anger like I expected, there was just pure...pity.

That surprised why would he feel pity for me? His eyes were pained, but there was some pity in them. I met his glance, blushing and cast my eyes down.

He sat down next to Paul and the rest of the pack, but didn't contribute to their conversation and my heart dropped in my chest.

Cassie and Neil weren't at school, so I sat at our usual table alone. Even if they were here, I wouldn't want to talk to them.

I would make conversation, but I wouldn't bring up myself. I could keep a conversation with Cassie, I could just ask her about her life and she'd contribute.

I saw Val across the room texting on her cell phone, and chatting with friends. She truly was the social butterfly, she was so much stronger than I was.

I chewed on my lip, and was glad lunch ended. The rest of the day dragged on, but I somehow made it through the day.

At the end of the day, I decided to walk home instead of take the bus. The bus ride would just be pure humiliation, and walking would do me some good.

I heard something calling my name over and over again, but ignored me. It was probably a figment of my imagination.

I was a hopeless dreamer, and that cost me a lot in the long run. I finally turned around to meet the voice, and was utterly stunned.

I stopped in my tracks and felt the familiar butterflies erupt in my stomach. My legs turned into Jell-O, and I gulped.

"Kim, please can we talk?" The voice begged and I nodded stiffly.

"Thank you," He sighed gratefully and I awaited for him to speak.

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