JacobPOV
She's offically the craziest person I have ever met. The ability to reason with her is zero to none.
It takes me almost three weeks to convince her to come with me to my sister's wedding. Not only was she completely irrational, the prospect of seeing her mother was a deal breaker. I had had enough.
"Fuck, Leah. Why can't you just get over it? Huh?" I hiss as I rub my hands through my hair. "Why can't you just put on your big girl panties and get the fuck over it?"
"Screw you, Black. Stop being so self-fucking-righteous," she screams back as she hurls a hard cover book through the air. "You don't know shit!"
Before she can escape, or runaway as I like to call it, I snatch her arm up and pull her close to me.
Her heart is beating out of her chest and her breath comes in short pants. "Self righteous?" I grin cruelly as she tries to fight her way from me. "Wake up and smell the fucking coffee, Leah. That pansy prick is marrying your sister. He doesn't love you. I love you. It's not him with you right now, it's me."
Her face crumbles before me and I try my best not to fall into her so sucumbingly. Her limbs fall limp and I manage to catch her before she falls to the ground.
"I'm the one who would do anything for you. I'm the one that deserves your love. Not him.
Sitting us both on the couch, I curl her legs up into my lap and lay her head on my shoulder. Her eyes are vacant but I know she can hear me through it all. Her bottom lip trembles as she clutches as me. She holds me as if I'm going to leave, but the crazy pretty girl in my arms is the only thing in my life worth a damn.
"I'm sorry," she whispers, as her long fingers play with the collar of my shirt like a child. "I do love you Jacob. I do. I just..." she shakes her head not wanting to continue but I urge her on with a kiss to the temple. "I want to be there with you. I'll come to LaPush." She says the words so clearly, that I know it's a promise.
I nod my head and squeeze her closer to me. My Leah. So damaged and broken. So beautiful and so sad at the same time. She's never going to be what she once was, but I'm going to help her get there. I'll help her until the end, because without her, I will meet my end. Without her smile, without those sad eyes, without her voice, I will go back to being just another lost boy.
"I haven't met your sister," she chuckles, though tears still fall down her cheeks. "Even after all this time..."
"Don't worry about it. Rach will love you."
I hold her until she squirms and lifts herself on to my lap. Her hair hides her eyes and I shiver as I feel her fingers crest along the length of my shoulders. Her full weight is slowly lowered to the tops of my thighs and I can't help but take a long deep breath.
Lifting my hand, I push back her bangs and smile. "There she is," I whisper.
"Shut up," she smiles.
My fingers weave their way into her hair, massaging her scalp, before pulling her closer. Our noses brush softly and I feel as if I'm breathing her in. One breathe at a time. It's surreal, the feeling.
One day, she may even feel it for me.