"Lots of things can be fixed. Things can be fixed. But many times, relationships between people cannot be fixed, because they should not be fixed. You're aboard a ship setting sail, and the other person has joined the inland circus, or is boarding a different ship, and you just can't be with each other anymore. Because you shouldn't be."
― C. JoyBell C.

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
[ Lyrics from: lyrics/c/coldplay/viva_la_ ]
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become

Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

~Viva La Vida~
Coldplay
*Genius's*


"So, what do you do Jacob?"

Get me out of here.

I needed to escape.

Maybe the window?

Ha-bloody-ha, how about I throw you out of it!

Hey, no need to get violent.

And that is, actually physically impossible.

Oh, go suck a penis.

I will if you let me.

I gripped my knife and fork, my heart pounding against my chest as I stared at my food - hoping, wishing, praying to anything that would listen to get me out of here, and away from this awkward filled dinner. I kept my eyes firmly on my plate, and J wouldn't allow myself to look up fro the fear that might throw up all over the table just from the awkwardness.

I was feeling a bit sick just thinking about it.

Urgh.

Just throw up - that'll get you out of there.

As much as I don't want to do that, I think I'm just going to stick with praying to Ghandi to get me the fuck out of here. I swallowed a lump in my throat that was caused by the pure awkwardness as my fork pierced the lamb that my mother had cooked, if I may say, surprisingly well. Apparently while I was away, Mom had leant how to cook.

Truthfully, I was just waiting until I drop dead on the floor due to food poisoning.

Really, I wouldn't be surprised.

I don't think anyone would be.

I lifted the lamb to my mouth, putting it through my lips as I finally let myself look up to at the table - my eyes meeting Jakes panicked ones as my mother looked him in interest. "Ma, Jacob is still in school."

"What!" Mom screeched, her eyebrows furrowing as her head snapped to mine and her eyes, wide and confused, also held anger behind them and I swallowed the lamb - dropping my fork as I ran a hand through my hair. "He's huge!"

And then realisation came over her face.

She turned back to him, a small smile coming over her face as she patted Jakes arm. "How many times have you been through high school, sweetheart."

"Ma!" I screeched, my mouth falling opened in shock.

How could my mother be so blatantly rude? Yeah, I know Jake looked like he was twenty-five but he couldn't help that, that was just the freaky side effects to being a werewolf. In all my life, I had never heard my mother be so rude to someone that actually meant something to me! I mean, sure, she was as rude as ever to me but that was to me - I didn't really expect anything other than that.

I mean, she had been doing it for the last sixteen years.

I felt my anger coarse through me as I narrowed my eyes, retorting back an insult. "He's been in high school less times than you have!"

She narrowed her eyes, a blush burning on her ivory skin and Dad turned to me - a smile coming over his lips as he nodded appreciatively. "Nice,"

"Steve!" Mom said, and she shook her head, looking back to Jacob as she patted his arm. "Do you see how they treat me, Jacob?"

I shook my head, rolling my eyes before my eyes landing on her arm which was clasped on his arm. "Mom, would you stop touching him!"

Almost immediately she let go of his arm, and she shook her head - picking up her empty plate as she put it into the sink and I looked around the kitchen, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion as I wondered where what's-his-face was.

What's-his-face?

Really?

I'm disgusted with you.

Sorry for having a memory lapse!

I'm still disgusted with you.

"Where's Uncle Charlie?"

Mum shrugged, turning back to us as she poured herself what seemed like her tenth glass of wine. "I don't know."

Probably fucking flappy vagina woman.

WHY WOULD YOU CALL HER THAT!

NOW I'VE GOT IT STUCK IN MY HEAD!

ARGH!

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

I nodded, looking up at Jacob as I gave him a small smile. "So, Jacob, tell us about yourself."

I groaned again, banging my head against the table as I looked back to Mum as I shook my head. We had been doing this for the past two hours, 'so, where did you grow up Jacob', or, 'does your father know you do steroids, Jacob?'. Really, I was starting to get a headache just from the amount of questions my mother had asked - most of which, may I add, where so inappropriate that when I heard them leave her mouth, I felt like ripping her voice chords from her throat.

Really, I'm scared she's going to say something incriminating soon.

"What?" She asked, taking a sip from her wine. "What's wrong with me asking questions?"

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "It's not you asking the questions, it's the questions you ask!"

Mom sighed, running a hand through her auburn hair as she looked to Dad - as if she was trying to get back up from him. I almost laughed at the though of my father, a man who laughed at my mothers antics just as hard, or maybe harder, back her up in any situation and I doubt he ever has. Well, probably when she pushed me out of her vagina - I'm pretty sure if he didn't, my Mom would end up castrating him so she would never be in that situation again.

I'm pretty sure she already ahs castrated him.

And Charlie.

And the mailman.

The mail man?

Yep.

That dudes fucking annoying.

I don't even think I've ever seen the mail man.

I have.

Sneaky bastard.

"Well," She said, licking her lips. "I can't help it if I'm a bit drunk."

And that was my signal to go.

I stood up, smiling tightly as I went around the table and grabbed Jacob, not wanting to be stuck in the room anymore or I really think I'm going to start saying stuff that is slightly R+ rated.

When are the things you say not R+ rated?

Never.

I felt myself breathe a sigh of relief as we made it outside, the cold air hitting my face full force as I tried not to look back a the house which surely my mother would be sulking in. In all honesty, I was slightly surprised by the fact that she hadn't come out and started yelling at me yet - it was the first time I had been allowed to walk away.

I slammed the door of my car as I put the keys in the ignition, turning around as Jake got in the passnger seat as I rummaged through the junk that was in the back - grabbing my tattered and worn jacket that was slung across the back seat. As I lifted the jumper from it's position, my eyes caught the blood stain that still sat against the cream leather seats and I felt myself chuckle at the situations that I had found myself after that day.

I had hit a guy with my car.

Thought that guy was a nudist.

Fell in love with said nudist.

Turns out he was a werewolf.

Turns out cousin was pregnant with a fucked up spawn.

Blah Blah Blah, the rest is history.

A lot of vaginas were involved.

Yep.

Good times.

Not really.

"So, your Mums, well, wow." He said, and I shot him a look as I pulled out f the driveway - turning my lights on the dark, water covered street.

"I guess you could say that," I murmured, casting him a glance. "I wouldn't."

No, you'd call her insane.

And insane.

And absolutely, and utterly insane.

And insane.

Yep.

And insane.

Okay, I get it.

I know.

Then why do you keep on saying it?

I'm kind of bored with my life.

I don't really know what to say to that, but I'm kind of thinking that I should get you some sort of therapist. But, well, then surely I would be committed into a mental intuition and would lead a life filled with hallucinations and insanity, while still having time to write a best selling book about said insanity that had taken over my life.

Jake rubbed the back of his neck, and I knew that he was uncomfortable with the silence that swirled around the car - almost plaguing us as it was a foreign feeling. I tried to focus on the road, yet out of the corner of my eye I could see Jake open and shut his mouth so many times that it was becoming exhausting to count. I bit my lip as I stared into the darkness, slowing my speed as we passed the La Push sign.

In all honesty, I didn't know what to say to him. I didn't know whether to apologize, or demand an apology, yet I knew that either of those options weren't going to happen. I wasn't going to apologize for what I said, and then proceeded to do - mainly because I wasn't sorry for doing those things. He had said something I disagreed with, and although I knew I shouldn't have hit him, I wasn't sorry for standing up for Nessie.

But I didn't want an apology.

I didn't deserve one.

Not from him, anyways.

He didn't need to apologise, I mean, eh had nothing to apologize for - he had already given up so much for me, and wanted nothing in return. Just as that though ran through my mind as if it was on a marathon, I felt my stomach churn with guilt - maybe from food poisoning - but I'm pretty sure it was guilt.

Very certain.

The car came to a slow halt in front of Jakes house, and I looked to the little red house - the light on the porch flickering as I turned the engine off and I turned to Jake, rubbing my collar bone as I tried to say goodnight. "Jake-"

"I'm so sorry, Anna." he said, his whole apology coming out rushed and jumbled.

I shook my head, pushing my hair off of my face. "No," I murmured, looking up to him. "Don't apologise. It was stupid of me to expect so … much and I understand, now, so please, please don't apologise."

"It wasn't much to do-" He tried to explain, but I shook my head - cutting him off.

"It was, Jake." I said, grabbing his hand. "And I'm so, so sorry that I made you give up so much."

He offered me a small smile, and I turned back to the steering wheel - cocking a brow. "Walk you to your door?"

He smiled, nodding as I got out of the car - going up the ramp to his door. Jake opened the door, before he gently pulled me to him - lightly pressing his lips to mine. Our lips warmly met, and I sighed in the embrace, smiling lightly as I let go and I put my hand on his chest, looking up at him through my eyelashes. "Goodnight."

He smiled. "Goodnight."

I don't really know how I found myself straddling Jacob in his bedroom.

But I'm not going to fight it.

Moaning as Jake gripped at my back, he pulled me to his chest as our lips smashed together, both fighting together yet they seemed in perfect synchronisation. His tongue skilfully slipped through the barriers that were my lips, and he explored my mouth as his hands simultaneously explored my body - his hands going from my backside, to my thighs, to my breasts all in less then thirty seconds; pinching, grabbing, caressing.

I moaned as he pulled me up further, his hands on my backside as my jeans rubbed against his cut offs - the friction of the denim against my core seemed to send ripples of pleasure mixed with frustration throughout my body, making me yearn for more - more of this, but essentially more of Jacob. I grabbed his hair yanking it as I tried to control myself - pulling at it as Jake's hands came down to the hem of my shirt and literally ripped my shirt from my chest.

Shame.

That was a good shirt.

No it wasn't!

Yeah, it really wasn't.

I gasped as I pulled away from him, looking down to my shredded shirt before I felt giggles erupt from my chest as his hands came to my stomach before going to my back - his huge fingers coming out and fingering the clasp of my bra, teasing me; tempting me to just do it myself and just get it over and done with.

I just wanted it.

I opened my eyes from their closed position, my eyes glazed over in pleasure as I felt Jakes fingers flick the bra open and it popped off of me - allowing Jake to do what he needed. I felt my breath hitch in the back of my throat as Jakes scorching hands cupped my breasts, his fingers massaging and caressing them as he manipulated their sensitivity.

I moaned as I arched my back, the friction becoming to much as I started un buckling my pants only to hear a wolfs howl pierce the air outside. My head, as did Jacobs, snapped to the window and I felt my pounding heart slow as I realised that there was something more important to do than this.

I looked down at Jake, biting my lip s I grabbed my bra and he snapped out of his haze as he looked to me - his eyebrows furrowing. "Wait, did I do something wrong?"

I smiled, shaking my head as I went over to his draws and I pulled out one of his oversized shirts, pulling it over my upper body as I leant down to where Jacob sat - his whole body deflated while other parts of his body, well, stood up to greet me.

Other parts being his penis.

Well, yes.

Shut up, conscience.

"No," I murmured as I pressed my lips to his, slipping my shoes back on. "I'll see you in the morning, yeah?"

He nodded, and I opened the door - smiling to Billy as I went back out to the car, getting my phone out to where I had the address I needed. Starting the car up, the engine roared to life with a great thud and I pulled onto the road - heading in the direction that I needed to go.

Pulling down the dirt driveway, I stared up at the house in agony before I turned the car off - grabbing my jacket as I walked towards the house which still had some lights turned on. That's a good sign, at least. Climbing the steps of the porch, I bit my lip as I knocked trepidatiously on the glass stained door - waiting with a nervous stomach for the door to open.

The door opened, and I turned to face the man that I needed to talk to. "Anna, what are you doing here?"

I bit my lip, giving him a small smile. "We need to talk, Sam."


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