Here you go. Paul's POV starting with Rachel's departure. I know that I have been asked about the viewpoints from Jasper. I hate to disappoint, but it will not happen. They are distant characters. The focus is Bella, Paul and the Pack.
Paul's POV (Starting with Rachel leaving)
I had been busy doing a custom job with Sam with intricate detailing which was my specialty. However, I was struggling to focus. I was agitated and short tempered even more than usual. "Just go home." Sam stated.
I did not even argue. I just packed up my things and left. When I pulled up in front of my house, I noticed a moving truck and people loading boxes. I through my truck into park and jumped out of the truck. "What the fuck is going on here?"
"You aren't supposed to be home for several more hours." Rachel spoke flatly as she dropped a suitcase by the door.
"You would have been gone. Sorry to interfere with your sneaking out of town." I spat.
"I never wanted to remain here. It is not enough. I need more. I want a true man. I want options. I hate La Push. I have always more from life that this rainy shithole. I am not sure why I even attempted to accept this bullshit idea of imprints and soulmates." She growled.
"Then why did you accept it?"
"You were supposed to be everything and anything I wanted you to be however you aren't and never can be. I thought that I could settle for that; however, you cannot even give me what I want. I would be surprised if I even have half of you or fucking wolf. It was a stupid mistake to come visit my father, I should have listened to my sister. It was a stupid mistake to accept this imprint. I don't want La Push, and I certainly in hell don't want you. You are nothing more than a poor boy trying to be something that he could never be." Rachel spat. She grabbed her suitcase and tossed it into her car. Before she sat in it, she turned. "If I was not clear enough; I will be plainly clear. I reject La Push. I relinquish any rights to this pathetic tribe. I reject this fucking imprint. I reject your worthless and pathetic ass."
Pain ripped through my chest as I watched her speed out of my driveway. I phased. I howled my pain into the air. I felt it echo through the land and return tenfold. I could only lay on the ground and whimper in pain. Even the voices of my pack could not drown out the pain.
The anger vibrating through the pack mind only increased my pain. I phased back only to be smothered in darkness. I woke after several hours on my couch. I struggled to stand and move to the kitchen. I was barely able to grab my bottle of whiskey. The pain was crippling.
No one came by for a couple of days. Jacob was the first to stop by to apologize for his bitch of a sister. He tried telling me that she was a greedy never satisfied with anything. If he ever saw her again that he would beat, her ass. The only thing I could do through the pain was a small growl.
The next to show was my brother, Jared. He wanted me to talk about what was happening and to go for a run. However, I could barely move through my house with the crippling pain in my chest. I grabbed an empty bottle and threw it at the wall. "Don't you think that I would phase and run if I could." I spat. I could feel the anger give me some energy to push past the pain.
I picked up another and threw it against the wall. "I don't want to talk. Even just thinking about it fills me with crippling pain. What is so hard to fucking understand?" Jared just apologized and walked out the door. The anger quickly faded, and the pain returned causing me to drop and whimper.
Each day, they would come to try and get me to talk, or leave the house, or phase. By the end of the third week, I could not even tolerate eating food. It felt like dry thick tree bark. I did not even have the energy to get angry anymore. I just continued to drink. Even my pack gave up. I thought they knew and understood me. I cried for the first time in a long till the darkness consumed me.
Over the next week, everything around me seemed to start fading. I could not recognize anything or anyone, and I felt my mind being pushed into a darkness. Once, everything went black, I heard a lock click into place. It was just me, darkness and never-ending pain.
Even in the darkness, I felt another. Pack does not understand. She does not want me. Pack does not want me. I could not help but feel in the darkness that I knew someone that would understand and help me fight this. As I tried to focus on the thought, the pain would increase. This continued for several more days till all my senses and thought were cut. It was nothing but pain and a dark void. I felt myself disappear.