Chapter Seven.
Rain pattered against the car window and I sigh as I lean against it, eyes puffy as music plays through my ear buds. I feel exhausted and nauseous due to my anxiety attack during breakfast, and because of that I am going to nap through the drive back to my dad's house, which is incidentally now my new home. Jared slept soundly nest to me, head tilted back in what looked like an uncomfortable angle. I breathed in deeply and closed my eyes, losing myself in the soft song.
I woke up to someone shaking me. My eyes snapped open in alarm. What- who? Jared looked down at me with a wide smile on his face, his words being drowned out by the music blaring in my ears. I raised an eyebrow and pulled them out, stuffing them into my jacket pocket.
"What?" He rolled his eyes at me before continuing.
"We're here! Come on, get a move on, girl! It's time to meet your new family!" I peered behind him, seeing the seat that Paul kept was now empty. I turned towards the front seat to see the same thing. Everyone was gone but Jared.
"Where is everyone?"
"They put all your stuff inside and Leah is unpacking it for you." He turned away and stepped out of the car, waving a hand at me. "Hurry up! It's starting to pour." Slowly, I slid across the seat and out the open door, closing it behind me as we made a break for it to the door. Thank god we were only a little wet once we got to the cream colored door.
"So, this is my dad's house?" He nodded and opened the door, sliding his muddy shoes off onto a rug. With reddened cheeks I did the same, a grin forming on my lips as the heat hit my freezing arms. It's really nice."
"Yeah, your dad has a real great job as an electrician up in Forks. They just installed new cabinets a few months ago."
"Shit, fuck!" Someone upstairs yelled, and something shattered. "Leah, you dumb bitch! She's going to kill for breaking that vase!"
"It's not my fault that you aren't balance-inclined, you piece of shit! I was over here!"
"Shut the fuck up, she-bitch! Don't make me teach you a lesson." Something else slammed, more thumps following. I looked over at Jared with wide eyes, but he just shrugged. Like it was normal. Maybe it was.
"I'll beat your ass, Lahote! I've done it before and I can do it again."
"Leah, stop! Jean will kill me!" There was a pause until Leah cackled. "Don't you fucking dare!" Something else smashed to the floor, and suddenly Paul fell down the stairs, trembling in anger. His eyes were ablaze and his jaw was clenched tightly. "You fucking bitch! No wonder Sam left you! He obviously saw how much better he could do. Who would want to deal with a fucking asshole like you." Leah stood at the top of the stairs, frozen. Her eyes shifted between us before pouncing on top of Paul, sending a punch into his nose. Blood splattered into the wall behind him and he groaned. Jared's face became very serious and he grabbed my arm quickly, pulling me into the brightly lit kitchen.
"Don't come out until I come back, okay?"
"Is everything alright?" As if to answer his question Leah flew past and slammed into the wall behind him, denting it. Blood dripped from her split lip and a large gash ran across her forehead. Without another word Jared shut the double doors and locked them tightly, leaving me to my own devices.
"Get the fuck outside now or I'm gonna go get Sam."
"If you get Sam then you'll be the one getting your ass beat next, Cameron."
"Yeah, you don't want her to get bitter again. God forbid she's even more of a bitch than now."
"Can you guys just get out? Do you want to hurt someone? No, I don't think so!" It was silent for a second, and I could hear my heart pounding in my chest. "I said get the fuck out!" Loud footsteps sound and the front door slammed shut. A second later the kitchen doors opened and Jared looked down at me with pained eyes. His brow furrowed tightly and his hands were clenched in anger.
"Are they always like that?" Jared shrugged and sat down in a wooden stool, his face in his hands.
"It just seems to be getting worse. They're best friends, but when they fight they almost kill each other." I reached over to pat his back, trying to offer some comfort, but as soon as he saw me moving he flinched away. I let my hand drop immediately. "Sorry, I just need to- I gotta go."
"Will you be back for dinner? Dad says that Jean is making her famous pot roast." He attempted to give me a smile but failed miserably, shrugging with defeat.
"I'll try. It just depends if I'm eating at Kim's tonight or not." He stepped out of the room before I could say anything else, the front door closing and locking behind him. Who's Kim? I slipped onto the now empty stool and pondered for a second. A best friend? Hmmm, no. It seems more serious than that. A girl friend perhaps?