NTYP Chapter 29

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A/N: So sorry for the late update! Life has been crazy this month, and I was hoping for a longer chapter but I thought I'd just get this out there for now. Thanks to all of you beautiful readers and reviewers! I love you soo much!

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"Thank you, Jacob. Come back soon. I need to talk to you...about Bella."

"What's there to talk about, Sam? Sam?"

I hung the phone up and looked toward the stairs. Hopefully this wouldn't take too long and I'd be back before Bella even realized I'd left. I still wasn't sure how to phase at will, since I seemed to only be able to do so under extreme emotional distress. I took a shirt and a pair of shorts from her dad's room that were severely too small for me, but I managed to squeeze into them.

I exited the kitchen through the back door and headed out into the darkening forest, taking the shortest route back to La Push.


Jacob's POV

The call from Sam, I never would have expected. I couldn't believe he had the audacity to call me and ask for favors after what he did to Bella. But it was like I couldn't deny Sam the help he was asking...as much as I wished I could. So I reminded myself I was doing this for Leah. If she needed me, what kind of asshole would I be to let her destroy herself if I could help? I'd talk to her, but I wasn't sure what I was supposed to say.

Hey Leah, why the fuck do you wanna shoot my girl, huh?

Wait...

Are you like, my girlfriend that I don't know about...and so I really shouldn't be with Bella because that would seriously make me a heartless bastard?

No. Not happening. I should be with Bella...for the rest of my life...I couldn't imagine...

Please God don't make me have to face Leah if she...no, NO Leah CAN'T be my girlfriend

But if that were the case...someone would've probably told me about...us...if there was an us?

Uh hey Leah...I don't know what's gone on between me and you, but sorry...I'm in love with Bella and I don't want you...

She's my imprint! I can't help it! I don't want to help it! Fuck Leah...I'm really sorry

Shit! what the hell do I know? Not enough

This is fucking insane

Why the hell am I doing this again?

Right. She's destructive and murderous and suicidal and maybe I'm a fucking good person...and

and I want to help. But how?

I managed to reach Sam's house before nightfall, but the moon was already revealing itself within the darkening blue sky.

I didn't even bother knocking, but just let myself in, scanning the dim-lit room looking for the son of a bitch. Someone was in the kitchen. I could sense she was female, but then I became aware of life down the hall in a far room. I made my way toward the sounds; their heartbeats, their breaths. Then he appeared in front of me, our chests nearly crashing.

My upper lip twitched and I raised my shoulders and head erect, making myself taller than him. I inhaled deeply and snarled at the man as he stared at me with what was probably a similar expression. If he wasn't my 'alpha', I would have taken him down right there.

"Jacob."

"Sam."

"Thank you for coming..."

"Just take me to her. Now."

He hesitated for a moment, then turned and I stalked close behind him down the dark hall. The veins in my neck pulsated, feeling as if they were going to explode from the strain of keeping my wolf at bay. Sam opened the door to his bedroom slowly with a sigh and walked in. I stood in the doorway and looked at the girl who I'd seen earlier; The one who gave me a sweet smile and told me she loved me and missed me.

She was trembling and sweating and curled up into a ball on his bed, moaning and whimpering. My face twisted with concern for her. She was very sick and I truly wanted to help her. I thought I smelled alcohol.

"Jake." Sam whispered, leaning closer to me as I stared at the wretch. "You're the only person she cares about right now. Help her."

"I don't know what I'm supposed to do..."

"Love her." I looked at him in complete shock. What the fuck was he saying? "Please. For me."

"For you?" I gripped him by the arm and pulled him into the hall with brutal force. "I don't have to do a goddamn thing for you. And what is this about loving her? You're not telling me to go in there and...and make her feel all better by giving her a nice fuck and then..." I laughed but there was no humor in it. "Bye bye, sweetheart. I've got to get back to the girl I really love. Oh you're a fucking genius...!"

"You don't know what the hell she's been through!"

"You don't know what the fuck I've been through!" Our voices fought for authority.

"You don't know what I put her through. When I imprinted on Emily..." His eyes became wet. It didn't hit one nerve. I had zero sympathy for this fool. "Jacob...I wish you could love her for me. To fix what I made her become."

"I don't need to fix anything for you..."

"Then do it for her."

"What are you telling me to do?" I raised my voice but tried to keep it low. Leah was so far gone, she probably didn't even notice our presence just outside the room. I searched his face with anxious eyes, waiting for the answer. "What is this really all about, Sam? Why am I here?"

"Just." He exhaled loudly and finally his shoulders slumped and he hung his head. "...all I'm asking is for you to talk to her."

"Why should I after what you did to Bella?"

"I was defending you!"

"Defending me how? You're trying to keep us apart! Is this part of your scheme, too? You want me to hook up with that mess on your bed? What about Bella?"

"Jacob..."

"...why are you trying to take her from me? Why are you trying to do this to me." My nails dug into Sam's bicep as I fought the waves of painful tremors.

"I'm not, Jake. I was trying to protect you! Don't you think I've seen enough hurt around here? I can't make Leah better. I can't stop loving her. I can't be with her because I can't be without Emily. I hurt Emily because I still love Leah. But I'll never love anybody as much as I love Emily..."

"And I thought I had problems..."

"You having amnesia was the best thing that could've happened to you. You had a clean slate. I wanted you to be strong and healthy and able to focus on your duties as part of the pack again...but that Bella...with her being in your life, you were never okay Jacob. You were never okay. Bella has hurt you so many times, If only you knew."

"She wouldn't hurt me."

"When Edward came back, you were so bad off you would hardly eat anything. She flew right back into his arms and she didn't give a shit about you anymore! You stopped functioning. You were ready to kill yourself. She left you alone, Jacob. "

"She would never. Hurt. Me." I growled lowly, trembling with rage and confusion.

Edward came back? What the hell are you talking about?

"I told you about imprinting...do you think that...I mean it seems like you..." As he stumbled for words, I burned through him with eyes that hungered for something that I hadn't had the pleasure of experiencing yet; a kill. "...the boys thought...do you think maybe..." He sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. " How do you truly feel about Isabella Swan? What is she to you? What do you feel right now?"

A different, foreign chill crept over my spine eerily as I stood stunned in place. His eyes remained tight when I knew mine had to be the complete opposite. When he said her name...Isabella Swan... all my fury was lost and my face immediately softened. I felt the blood slowing in my veins as my heart-beat changed its pace.

The beautiful name turned something inside of my mind. Sam and the space around him blurred and turned white...then I saw her form come into focus; centered. Suddenly it was as if I were viewing an old film as everything in the present disappeared in front of my eyes. Was I going crazy? Then I saw her.

Bella

She was so much younger. Much much younger...just a child. She was standing beside a happy looking man with a mustache, hiding behind his leg. I was completely oblivious to Sam as I focused intently on my vision, barely aware of the warm sensation filling my chest as my heart swelled.

A small grin took over me as I recalled how excited I was to meet her. She was the nicest, sweetest, prettiest thing I ever saw. The man with the mustache told her to say hi to me. I waited silently and patiently as she slowly stepped around the man and peeked up at me with the brownest doe eyes. "I'm Isabella..." She told me in her sweet, four year old chipmunk voice.

All I could do was smile at her graceful, innocent, beautiful fair face and long eyelashes that framed her amazing eyes. She was taking my hand in her tiny one just as the vision was abruptly ripped away from me. I gasped when I returned to reality and an obnoxious Sam shouting my name.

"JACOB!"

"What." I breathed and realized I was still gripping his arm when I smelled blood coming from the slits where my nails pierced.

"How do you feel about Isabella Swan?"

"What do you care?"

"Just tell me Jacob, so I can fucking apologize to you!"

"I don't need your apology..."

"The first time you phased after you woke up, I thought I felt it...the passion you held for Bella. It wasn't easy to read you considering most of your thoughts were focused on decapitating the Leech." He almost smiled but then his face went cross. "I thought I was reading too much into it, but when you phased today..."

"Wait...how do you know...?"

"Jared and Embry were on patrols. When their shift was over they returned here. They told me about you and Bella...what they saw...what they felt. What you felt."

"Oh."

"But I need to hear it from you, Jacob. I want to know what you think."

"Bella is mine." I took a step closer, bringing myself centimeters from his face until I knew he could taste the venom in my voice. "...and I am hers. For the rest of our lives. Nothing else matters. That's all you need to know." My jaw twitched as I suppressed the urge to pummel him in the face. Something about this guy inflamed me.

Sam looked at me with anguish in his eyes as we watched the other carefully, steam could've been rising from me for all I knew. My body still quivered with emotions, but I somehow held myself together and didn't phase. Maybe I was becoming stronger? Good, I was getting sick and tired of the random morphing shit. I started to breathe slower, finally feeling my inner self calming. I took my time unclenching my hand from his arm before I stepped toward the sound of Leah's whimpering.

"Please forgive me, Jacob. I won't keep you from Bella.

"You wouldn't have succeeded in that anyway..."

"But if she leaves you..."

"She won't." I turned to face him again.

"Bella needs you but it's different for her...she's human. You can't live without her...but she can survive without you...and if I have to see you torn apart because of her again!"

"It won't happen! How many times do I have to fucking tell you..."

"Alright, Jacob, okay..." He placed a hand on my vibrating shoulder and it took everything in me not to tear it from his limb. "I'm so grateful that you answered my call and came back. You're like a brother to me, Jacob."

His hand slid off of me and I watched him cry for a few minutes. I finally felt the pang of compassion. For a moment I imagined being in his shoes and feeling guilt over ruining this girl Leah. But if it was his fault she was this way, shouldn't he be the one talking to her? How was I going to help? If he fucking loved Leah so much, why wasn't he the one who was trying to fix her? And what did he mean about wanting me to love her? Like I would actually be okay with it! As if Leah would be okay with it? And Bella...

I looked down and shook my head, sighing for his pathetic attempt at a solution. Then I recalled Sam's words; 'you're the only person she cares about right now.' But I thought Sam and Leah had a past...not me and Leah. I was so freaking confused. I looked up when I heard Emily take hold of Sam's hand and lead him away from me.

"Sam wait." I called out. They stopped halfway down the hall and turned around. Sam looked at me with a face that looked much older than any of the other guys in the pack. "Is Leah...I mean...are we...?" It was difficult to ask him what Leah and I were. What kind of past did we have? I needed to know before I went in there.

A sad smile crossed his miserable face. "She loves you, Jacob." Then they left me by myself alone next to his open door. She loved me? It was my worst nightmare as I stood there contemplating what I was going to say to this girl who loved me.

It was the last thing I wanted to do...the last thing I was prepared for when I found myself looking down at Leah's broken appearance on the bed in front of me. "Jake." She moaned in a small, tortured voice. My soul grieved for her but I wanted nothing to do with her...with any of it. I frowned and ran a hand through my hair wondering what the fuck I was even doing there.

"Hey. Leah?" I nudged her shoulder. She continued to squeeze the pillow under her head with her eyes closed, seeming to ignore me. I sighed in aggravation that I apparently wasn't helping her in any way. She wasn't even aware that I was there. "I hope you know...I ran all the way from Forks just to talk to you."

"Jake." She whispered and opened her eyes, but they didn't meet mine. She looked straight out the bedroom door, her eyes were distant. "My Jake."

Her Jake? I watched her blank expression and she never blinked as she continued to stare past me. What the hell was wrong with this chick? Then a knife twisted in my stomach as my imagination started exploring. I could see myself with Leah, kissing her, loving her. I didn't like it, but I started to wonder...what if we were together before I lost my memory? What if she was my girlfriend? Well then what was Sam talking about? He obviously had had a relationship with her, too. I had to fucking know...it was driving me crazy. I felt absolutely paranoid. Would I ever not be confused?

"Leah." I grabbed her under the arms and lifted her into the air. "Wake up and look at me." I searched her eyes as I held her up, face-level to me. She looked completely wasted. I couldn't believe it. I smelled alcohol everywhere and it made my stomach turn. I dropped her back onto the bed and stormed out of there, barging into the living room where Sam was sitting on the sofa holding Emily.

"Why the fuck did you let her drink so much? How do you expect me to get through to her in her condition?" I shouted and threw an empty bottle of vodka at his head that I'd found next to the bed. He caught it before it hit his face.

"Look Jacob, she needed something to calm her..."

I could hear the sounds of vomiting from the bedroom and I shook my head. "Unbelievable..."


Bella's POV

I shivered. "Mmmm, Jake..." I squirmed and slid my arms across the bed searching for the warmth I so craved. I frowned when I didn't feel him beside me as I was expecting. I opened my eyes and huffed. It was still light outside, so I hadn't been sleeping too long.

He said he'd be here when I woke up

I wondered where in the world Jacob would've gone. Maybe there was an emergency with the pack or a member of his family called and he needed to go? All I could think about was his soothing voice telling me he would be there when I woke up. So why wasn't he? Despite the fact he wasn't there and I should've been upset...I couldn't be. I couldn't stop thinking about the amazing things we'd done earlier to each other's bodies. I moaned just thinking about how good it felt and how amazing Jacob tasted. Then I remembered he said that he did that magical ancient shapeshifter imprinting thing on me, and I absolutely beamed.

I sighed and sat up, flipping my hair out of my face and glanced around the room. He didn't leave me a note or anything. Maybe he was still there. "Jacob?" I called out...then rolled my eyes when I didn't get an answer. I slipped out of bed and fixed my bra. After using the bathroom, I pulled on some shorts and a tank top before going downstairs to search the house for Jacob. I called his name a dozen times, thoroughly checked the house and yard, then returned to my bedroom with a frown on my face. I didn't know whether to be worried or mad. It was wrong of him to disappear on me.

My breath caught when I saw something sparkling on my side table. I looked curiously around the room to see if someone was there, but there was no one. My window was open and the curtain was blowing from the breeze and I shivered. Feeling a bit frightened, I ran over and shut it quickly, flipping the locks closed and wishing Jacob was there more than ever.

In my peripheral vision, I saw the sparkling thing on my side table reflecting the minimal sunlight Washington allowed from my window. I was afraid to look at it because I knew it hadn't been there when I woke up. I swallowed my fear and decided I would go see what it was. As I stepped closer to it, I saw it was a ring. A very beautiful band that had diamonds traveling around it's entirety. The ring wasn't really my type, but I picked it up and slipped it on just for the hell of it. It fit surprisingly perfect and I tilted my hand to admire the glittering diamonds. Then I looked down at the note that rested on the table. It read-

I knew it would look good on you

My heart sank and did an uncomfortable flip. I knew who it was from. My stomach immediately felt queasy as I remembered when he said that awful thing in front of Jacob; 'My ring looked so good on you'. He had never given me a ring. He was trying to rile up my precious wolf. He was jealous that I loved Jacob and not him. Now he was giving me the ring he was referring to that crazy day on the rez.

Anger built in the pit of my stomach and I began to hyperventilate. I ripped the ring from my finger and stared down at it in my hand. I don't know why I was crying, but I felt the tears spilling from my eyes as I dropped the expensive metal to the floor.

"Bella."

I gasped at the sound of his voice behind me. Chill bumps covered every inch of my skin as I could smell his sweet scent.

"Edward." I whispered.


Jacob's POV

When I came back to the bedroom with a glass of water, Leah was on all fours on the floor, puking her guts out. I shut the door, then went to her side and knelt down. I grabbed the blanket from the bed and wiped the vomit from her mouth and chin. I carefully lifted her off the floor and placed her on the white sheets of the bed. She moaned and her face scrunched in discomfort.

"Tell me what's wrong, Leah." I picked up the glass of water I'd left on the floor and sat down on the bed next to her. "Why do you want to hurt Bella?" I tried to hide the anger in my voice, but I couldn't. A part of me felt sorry for her but another part of me wanted to rip her to shreds. I placed the glass at her lips and she sipped, but most of the water ran down her cheeks and her neck.

When I was sure she had drank enough, I set the glass down on the dresser next to the bed. Leah watched me closely and her face relaxed as she seemed to become aware of something. Her dark eyes widened slightly and peered straight into mine. I gazed back at her with concern.

"Jacob?" A small smile crept upon her lips and she held out her arm to me. I leaned in to see what she wanted and her hand gently stroked my cheek. I shuddered at the strange feeling of her skin that was hot compared to Bella's more comfortable temperature. "Is it really you?"

"Yes." I nodded and took her hand from my face. "I'm here." I was holding her hand but it was sort of uncomfortable knowing she loved me...but I didn't feel the same for her. I thought about it for a few moments before I decided I should ask her again. "Why do you want to kill Bella?" I looked her dead in the eyes.

"Jacob?" She brought her fingertips to my lips and I closed my eyes, wondering what in the world she was thinking.

"Leah, I don't think..." The incredible strength within her small, slender body took me by surprise as she forcibly kissed my mouth. I found myself on my back against the bed, trapped beneath her as she clamped her strong thighs around mine. She held me down by my shoulders and sucked and bit my lips painfully rough. I was so shocked by what was happening, I was froze stiff. The smell of alcohol filled my nostrils and I groaned.

I did not kiss her back, but pursed my lips tightly while she made noises of irritance that I wouldn't grant her entrance. Her strength, though she was intoxicated, was amazing for a woman. I was barely able to turn my face away from her ravenous mouth for a moment and caught a glimpse of her tattoo and remembered.

She's like me

Her tan body kept me pinned to the bed as she yanked my shorts open and growled wildly, biting my chest through my shirt. I gasped in pain. She was out of control and fucking biting me! I wondered why Sam, with his wolf ears, wasn't coming to fucking save me...I guessed this was what he was hoping would happen. She lifted herself. "Jake, I can't believe I'm doing this to you!" She shouted drunkenly as she pressed into my chest with her palm and used her other hand to grab what belonged to Bella.

She may be like me, but I'm stronger

Leah yelped and in an instant, I had her pinned beneath me on the bed.

"Yes, Jake, yes!" I felt her hot hand between my legs and I involuntarily growled...more from shock than pleasure. "Why aren't you hard for me, Jake?" She started squeezing me with both her hands.

Suddenly, a painful tugging sensation ripped through my chest and I cried out in agony, collapsing on top of her. I clutched at my chest and tried to breathe, praying for the pain to subside. "Because...I don't...belong to you." I forced out, and though I felt like I was having some sort of heart attack, I ripped her hand away and rolled off the bed onto the hard floor.

"You need me. Jacob needs me..." She slurred and continued mumbling shit.

"You need something...but it's not me." I moaned and crushed my chest with my arm and fist, straining from the heartache that refused to relent. Thoughts of my Bella rushed through my head in a series of a million flashes. Her beautiful, fair skin, innocent face, and coco hair. The images made the pain worse but I couldn't will them away. Tears ran down my face as the pain elevated when I tried to breathe.

"Ohh Jaake..." Leah whined from the bed as I fought in torture on the floor below her. "It's that bitch who makes you hurt...but I won't hurt you...come'ere n screw me and you'll feel so much fucking better..." She begged.

My mind was in a fog...and I knew I was close to blacking out. I needed Bella...that's what my body was telling me. The pain had begun when Leah started to fondle me and my body wanted no part...hell, my mind wanted no part. Was this some kind of pull the imprint had on me? I was so in love with Bella and I would never stray from her. I didn't need all of this shit to protect what we shared. I hated imprinting more than ever at that moment and I wanted to fucking rip Leah's vocal chords from her throat.

Just then, the door swung open and I shakily turned my head and saw a blurry silhouette coming towards me. I could barely see Sam through my wet eyes as he squatted next to me and placed something at my nose.

"Breathe in." Was all he demanded in his deep voice and I was desperate for relief so I obeyed. I inhaled deeply, closing my eyes and concentrating on not passing out from the violence wracking my body. Once the first hit of Bella's scent struck me, a wave of pleasure washed over my entire body and I whimpered in relief. "That's it, Jacob. Keep breathing." He shoved whatever it was...some kind of fabric...harder into my face and I inhaled through my nostrils and mouth this time, unable to keep the moan from escaping me each time the wave of relief hit me. The indescribable pain in my chest was quickly fading. "Breathe..." was the last thing I heard.