So here is the third chapter. Hope you enjoyed the first two, and please enjoy the third!
P.S. This chap is kinda intense at the end. Just warning their is drug stuff and cutting.
Disclaimer: I didn't own anything that is Twilight....(sadness descends)
Jolene POV
My mother ignored me the rest of the night after we went home. My punishment for not following her orders like a little lap dog, and going back to the party. I didn't really care. I was used to it. You did what my mother wanted, she loved you, you didn't do what she wanted, she shut down and acted as if you didn't exist. I preferred to not exist in her world. Somehow she still thought I cared that she ignored me, like when I was little.
"Mommy!" I called, quivering in my bed. The scratching noise came again, making me whimper. "Mommy please!" I called again, scared tears welling up in my eyes. Nothing. Then the scratching again. I bolted from my bed, flying from the room. I searched around for my mother, until I found her on the couch, my fathers arm around her shoulder, as she gave a tinkling laugh. "Mommy." I said again, calling their attention to me. My father gave me an amused look, his dark eyes lightening at the sight of me in my little night gown. My mother though, turned her head slowly toward me, her face bored. She stared at me as though I was nothing more than a ugly piece of furniture, out of place and unwanted. It made my chest hurt.
"What did I tell you to do Jolene?" My mother asked bored, but she had a sharp edge in her voice. I flinched away, plucking away at my nightgown. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. I mumbled under my breath, blushing under her careless gaze. "What did I say?" She asked again, her voice sharper. I flinched again.
"Stay in your bed room. But mommy there's a-"
"Jolene, I said to do something, go back to your room. You obviously haven't learned you lesson." She snapped, turning back to my father. He watched me, his face calculating.
"But mommy please there is a-"
"Go back! You can come out when you learned to listen to your parents." She hissed, her eyes full of anger. I sniffed back tears, as I walked slowly back to my room, fearful of the monster awaiting. I didn't know then that the scratching was the imaginary monster, and the real one was lurking in the living room, waiting to pounce.
"Did you have fun? You and Seth seemed to be getting along." Tylee smiled, following me into the house. I would much rather have her company to my mothers. I shrugged.
"He's okay." I mumbled. Seth, with his dark eyes, and kind smile. It made me shiver. I could picture his face still cleary as I closed my eyes. My aunt smiled excitedly, obviously wishing for Seth to become my new best friend.
"He's a good kid. A total sweetheart." She grinned, following me into the house. I smiled back, trying to please her. She took that as a good sign, as she headed stayed in the kitchen helping my mom with the different dishes. I watched as my mother made herself busy setting the dishes into the sink, her back turned away from me. I glared at her one last time before heading to my bedroom, not giving her the pleasure of ignoring my good night. It was only 8:30 but I didn't want to be around her any longer than I had too. I put on my pajama's moving toward my bed and wrapping myself tightly in the covers. I was half asleep when I heard the door creak open slightly, making me freeze with fear.
"Jojo, you asleep little girl?"
I shook under the sheets, suddenly alert as I held the sheets tight around myself.
"Jojo?" Alisa's voice broke through my panic, making me feel foolish. I gave a relieved sigh, looking up to see her, Boppy clutched in her hands.
He was away rotting in jail.
I was here safe.
"Can I sleep with you?" Alisa whispered, her eyes filled with worry.
"What's wrong? Grandpa got you that cool new room." I said, reaching out and smoothing her wild curls. She frowned, glancing down at the floor in embarrassment.
"It's scary." She whined, clutching Boppy tighter.
"Monsters?" I whispered dramatically. "Am I gonna have to go slay the evil monsters?" I asked as I opened up the cover, as she crawled in.
Alisa giggled, her cheeks still red with her embarrassment. She snuggled close, looking up at me with her big, innocent blue eyes. "You can get them!" she smiled closing her eyes.
I wished I could have slayed the monsters.
But they picked on little girls, scared and too little to fight back.
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Seth POV
Jolene's pain filled eyes haunted me that night as I went patrolling. I couldn't get her out of my head. It was annoying the shit out of the other pack members. They were happy for me earlier when they all had found out. They were glad I was out of my angry, sad funk. They had all got sick of me, taunting me sometimes that I was as bad as Leah at times.
Leah. I gave a sad whine. She wasn't in her wolf form, cuz I couldn't hear her thoughts. I didn't know where she was. She didn't return home after our fight. Mom was worried, but not surprised. Leah tended to run off after fights, sometimes days at a time. But she usually always stayed as a wolf.
Embryshot off after that, heading around the perimeter Jacob and Sam had set up for us to watch. I huffed, following after him.
I had to wait and wait until the next time I might see Jolene. I prayed that would be soon. I wanted this constant aching in her absence gone. This imprint compulsion was ten times worse when it was for real, and not through their eyes. But nothing could stop my happiness of finding her. Not even the others aversion toward my love filled thoughts.
You're disgusting. Leah's voice rang in my ears, making me jerk to a stop and howl loudly in surpise.
LEAH! I cried mentally, still howling. Where had she been? What she still angry? God I was an asshole.
Yeah you were. Shut up! She snapped, as I cut off my loud howl. The others grumbled mentally at me, along the lines of 'stupid' and 'dumbass'. Jesus. I could practically picture Leah rolling her eyes.
Leah I'm sorry. So sorry. I just got so angry. I whimpered, my ears flattening against my head. Leah came bounding into the clearing I was in, as I whimpered again shrinking beneath her. I took a lot...I was a bit bigger than her even in this form. You can take a good chunk out of me if you want. I mumbled, lifting my head to show her my neck. She gave a bark of a laugh, licking my cheek.
Get up stupid. She mumbled, as I stood up again, my ears still back against my skull. It's fine. I was being a bitch. I should...be happy for you. She sighed, her head hanging.
Didn't know you could be Leah. Quil put in, making Leah give a small growl, but she ignored him.
I guess I'm afraid of losing my little brother. You're about all I got left. She sighed, her head falling. I whined licking her muzzle lightly.
I'm still your little brother. I assured her, flinching at the little part. She gave a laugh at my mental embarrassment. I knew it was okay.
Good. I had my sis back...and now I wanted my imprint.
My Jolene.
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Jolene POV
My mother continued to ignore me the next day. I didn't really care. I just played with Alisa for a while, before she went off with Tylee to the mall in Seattle. She asked me...well practically begged me to go but I didn't. I lied and said I was tired. I didn't mind going with my aunt, I just didn't want to be around anyone.
I grabbed my mom's keys, glaring at her as I headed out the door and started driving off toward the beach I had seen all those weeks ago. I saw my mom in the rear view mirror, yelling out the front door as I just drove off. I didn't care, that's what she got for not paying attention. I drove, getting lost a few times before I found the beach. I parked, staring down at the gray drab waves as they swished along the beach. I grabbed my sweat shirt shoving it over my head and heading toward the shore. My cell went off, flashing my mothers number, which I quickly shut off. Get a dose of your own medicine Natalie.
I wished I knew where to get some outlets here. I had left my stash of drugs back at home, under my loose floorboard. I had some pills I had brought. I needed something to help me put up with my stupid mother. At least I knew where my mother always kept her alcohol.
God I hated this. I hated this stupid town, and the stupid house, and my stupid worthless mother. She didn't care about anything but her image, and that stupid fucking bastard she called my father. I just wanted to go away. Far away. But I couldn't. I didn't have enough money to take care of me and Alisa, and I couldn't leave her here with my mother. When my father got out, she would take him back, and if she was left alone with that monster...
I couldn't even think of that. Sweet little Alisa, who couldn't hurt a fly, would never go through what I did. I would make sure of that. I was her older sister, and I was going to make sure to be a damn good one and make sure she never went through what I did. I would get her out as soon as we both could, and never look back.
Sighing, I sat down on a log, wrapping my arms around myself. I grabbed a stick off the ground, tracing circles and hearts in the ground. I wondered sometimes what I ever did to deserve what had happened to me. I wondered why God, if he was real, would put a little girl thought what He put me through. If god existed, he was a jerk. They say He cared, then why would he do this to me?
"Pondering the meaning of life?"
I gave a small scream of surprise, jumping at the sound of the voice. I turned, seeing Seth's giant form leaning over me, the sun directly behind him like some kind of lighted halo. He had his giant grin on, and I couldn't help but wonder if his face was stuck like that. He gave a laugh, but quite at the sight of my deadly glare.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He gave another husky chuckle, sitting down beside me. I glanced at him, as he grinned back down at me. "What you up too?"
"Sitting at the beach." I said sarcastically. He rolled his eyes, but his constantly large grin stayed there. "You?"
"I was bored, so I thought I would come to the beach early. I'm waiting for the bon fire." He said, shrugging his massive shoulders.
"Bon fire?" I asked curiously. He gave a nod.
"We're all meeting up... me and some of my friends." He said. He glanced at me, his smile fading slightly. "So...the other night. Were you alright?"
I sighed, looking down at the sand. I felt his big brown eyes on me as he awaited my answer. "I was just a little pissed. No big deal." I gave him a winning smile hoping he would just leave it. I was not going to discuss my personal demons with an absolute stranger. He frowned, seeming to guess my lie.
"You sure. You looked pretty upset when you left." He mumbled, his face worried. What the hell did he care?
"I'm fine Seth. So where can you get some joints around here?" I asked, rubbing my hands together. He gave me a shocked look.
"I-what? Like...drugs?" He asked, his voice low as though someone would hear us, even though no one was even on the beach but us. I gave him a laugh. He was one of those guys. Mommy's boys.
"Yes, like drugs. Marijuana. Hemp. Whatever you wanna call it." I rolled my eyes, rubbing my legs for warmth. He gaped at me, his eyes wide. "You've never done it?" I scoffed, rolling my eyes again.
"No! It's illegal. Why the hell would you want some?" He asked, his voice going an octive higher. I stood. He was of no use to me. He stood with me, watching me. "Why do you want that stuff?"
"Because I left my stash at my old home." I snapped, shoving my hands in my hoddie pocket. "I thought some marijuana would be easier than some other stuff around here. Obviously you were the wrong person to ask." I mumbled, moving back toward my car. I hoped he wouldn't follow me, but he did. I sighed.
"Other stuff? What like coke and stuff? You can't tell me you do that!" Seth gasped, grabbing my arm. I jerked to a stop pulling my arm back.
"Yes, I can say I do that. I do plenty of stuff. I have to, to live with my mother." I gave a harsh laugh, folding my arms over my chest and glaring at him. "Why the hell do you care if I do drugs? Or anything I do for that fact." I snapped, folding my arms. He gave me a pained look, his eyes sad.
"Because I care. That's all you need to know." He sighed, rubbing his face. "You can't go using drugs."
"Yes," I hissed, moving back toward my car, "I can and will."
Seth gave an odd growling noise as he followed me up the hill toward my car. I glared at him over my shoulder clenching my fist. "I'll stop you." He called, his foot steps clapping against the asphalt.
"How you gonna call the police on me? How many does this place have? 2?" I laughed, clicking the car unlock key. The lights flashed as I opened the door. A dark giant hand slammed against it, closing it with a bang. I shoved at him, which was like shoving at a wall. He grabbed my wrists, looking down at me intensely.
"You can't do drugs. You could hurt yourself. You could overdose. It will hurt you." He whispered, his eyes wide. Like he was scared I would hurt myself. Why? Why did he CARE? No one else did? Not my mother, not my father, not the social worker...not anyone. Why did this random boy I talk to once care so god damn much?
"You can fuck off. You don't even know." I snapped, yanking away. "Get the fuck away from my car." I jerked the door open, watching as he stepped back as I started the car up. I didn't look at him until I was turning toward home. His face was twisted in pain and worry, as he shook violently.
Fuck him. Who was he to tell me what to do? He didn't know me, know why I'd lived through.
I would do what I want.
I would have my freedom.
"Where the hell have you been? Taking my keys like that and running off to god know where-" My mother started, yelling as I entered the room. My aunt was there, her face was worried and panicked. I felt a pang of guilt at upsetting her.
"I went out. There was nothing to do." I mumbled, setting the keys on the counter as I went by. She followed of course, getting in her stupid two cents. Like she cared what could have happened to me, as apposed to what happened to her fancy new car.
"You don't go out whenever the hell you want. I'm still your mother and-"
"Mother?!" I cried, my voice high pitched with anger. "You stopped being my mother the day you chose that fucking PEDOPHILE over me." I yelled, whipping around and glaring at her. My mother nearly stumbled back with my anger. Her eyes went wide as she took a deep breath.
"Your father is a good man who was framed. Those lies against him were ridiculous-"
"My lies too mom? Am I ridiculous for telling what he did to me?" I gave a hysterical laugh. "Your ridiculous. You're so blind. Your precious husband is a perverted bastard who sneaked into bed with little kids, who raped innocent child-"
I felt the sting before I realized what she had done. I tasted bitter copper of blood in my mouth. "Natalie!" Tylee cried, moving forward and stepping between us. I lifted my hand to the cheek she had hit, feeling it sting with my light touch. "Just...just go away from each other." She said, her eyes frantic.
"Never, ever say that about you father again." My mother hissed, before stalking away and slamming her door shut. I sat, staring after her in shock. She had never hit me before. That was a new low for her. Tylee moved forward, lifting her hand. I jerked away, as I saw Alisa, her little eyes filled with tears watching us.
"Jolene?" Tylee whispered, her eyes filled with worry.
"I'm fine." I answered, my voice a blank monotone. "I'm going to bed." I mumbled, moving to the bathroom instead of the bedroom. I stared into the mirror for a moment, looking at the little cut that my mother had given me from her wedding ring. How ironic.
I opened the drawer, searching frantically for the relief. Where was it...where were they?
I found them, lifting them and watching them glint in the light. I smiled slightly at the thought of the release coming next. My hand shook as I ran the scissors along my skin. I watched the blood bubble up as the release from the pain made me shake with happiness. I was okay now. I was fine.
I grabbed a towel, pressing it against the new cut. I looked at my arm, seeing some of the old cuts had healed already. Leaving behind scars. So I was scared inside and out.
But these were scars from my doing.
The ones on the inside were from someone else. They were so much worse.
Wooo...that was kinda hard to write. You find out a lot in the chap about Jojo's family and such. It was kinda intense like I said. Let me know what you think. No flames please.