Chapter 7. Enjoy!

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Seth POV

Two weeks passed, and I saw Jolene almost everyday. She went with me to the Cullens most of the time, Alisa in tow. Alisa loved Alice and Rosalie. Jolene seemed to love spending time with the Cullens. Her and Alice formed a a friendship, and Rosalie and her seemed to have some odd connection. I wasn't sure what that was about, I assumed Rosalie didn't like her at first for being connected to me but she did. When I asked about that, she would just say "we have some things in common."

We spent some along time too. She came to my house sometimes, or we would walk on the beach. We never stayed at her house, it was an unspoken agreement that we wouldn't stay there. She didn't like to be around her mother more than usual. From what I had gotten from her about that, her mother still didn't accept the fact that her father was a sick bastard. It was like she had said the first time I had met her, she was blind.

She didn't hurt herself anymore, just like she had promised. The bandage was off, and her last cut she had given herself was healing into another scar. I was glad. Extremely glad. I would check just in case every once in a while, when she would come to me upset about something her mother had said.

I hated seeing how much her mother hurt her. She had cried a couple times. It wasn't full out sobbing like the first night, but it was a couple of tears before she would say she was stupid and wipe them away. I assured her she wasn't and would rub her shoulder until she stopped. She woud just sigh, and shake her head. I had figured out from a couple of her talks with me that her mother was the one who had given her the blow a couple weeks ago. That made me angry. Mothers won't supposed to be like that. It was no wonder Jolene hurt so much. It made me so angry how hurtful her life was. She was so beautiful and loving, what did she do to deserve this?

"Sooo...." Jolene smiled suddenly, giving me a sweet smile. I was instantly weary. I knew that smile.

"Yes?" I sighed, my lips twitching.

"You gonna eat your cake there?" She smiled, blinking innocently. I glared at her.

"You steal my chips and now you want my cake?!" I gasped in mock anger. She just fluttered her eyelashes and stuck out her lip in a cute little pout. I couldn't resist that look and she knew it. I sighed, shoving my plate to her. She grinned widely taking the cake.

"Thank you Seth." She cooed. "You're the greatest, most bestest guy ever." She giggled. I laughed rolling my eyes.

"You already have the cake. Calm down." I smiled watching as she ate it. She was adorable. I watched her, feeling so happy she was letting me be around her. I cherished every moment I had with her.

And I hoped she let me have a lot of other moments.

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Jolene POV

I glared at my mom's back as she grabbed her purse and keys, smiling widely. She was stupid. She was so excited and happy about going to visit my fucking bastard of a father. My dad had asked yet again in one of her letters he wanted me to visit. Like hell I would visit him. She would complain about how I was displeasing him and how I shouldn't upset him. He had it so hard already, blah blah blah. But of course the minute I would say no she left it. She wanted nothing more than for me to let them be alone.

"Well," She beamed, turning toward me and Alisa. "I'm going to see dad, I'll be back in a couple hours." She was practically shaking with excitement, as she moved to give Alisa a hug. She made Alisa come sometimes under my father's request, but Alisa would refuse sometimes when I would. She had told me once that daddy scared her sometimes. That scared the crap out of me. I told her after that she needed to tell mommy no when she mentioned going to see him. I didn't want his digusting gaze and hands on her. Even if he was in jail I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of being able to look at her and imagine what he could do to her. My mother said that the physiologist had told her he was doing great, but I knew better. He was doing better because there were no little girls to molest in jail. Just big strong men who would kill him in an instant.

"Good for you." I said sarcastically, putting on a fake smile. She gave me a glare, and huffed folding her arms.

"You don't need to be such a brat about this. You're father deserves to know some of us love and care about him." She sniffed, shaking her head at me.

"I don't love him, so I really wouldn't be any help then." I shrugged, running fingers though my hair. She grabbed my chin suddenly, jerking my face to hers.

"Don't say that. He is your father, he loves you." She snapped. I jerked my head back, surprised that she even touched me.

"He's a sick bastard." I growled, standing and glaring at her. "I hope he dies in jail." With that I turned on my heel, heading into the bathroom. I heard my mother yelling at me to get back there right now and I wouldn't say that again if I knew what was good for me. I slammed the bathroom door shut, locking it. I sat on the cold floor, running a hand through my hair.

I was so sick of this. I was sick of my mother looking at me like I was a ugly piece of furniture that needed to be thrown out. I sighed, rummaging through the drawers, not caring about Seth and his promise. I grabbed the scissors, staring at them. I laid it against my skin but I didn't dig it in quite yet. I would let Seth down...I would hurt him.

My cell rang, making me drop the scissors as I jumped. I grabbed it opening it without even glancing at who it was. "Hello?" I asked shakily.

"Jolene?" Seth's panicked voice came over the phone, and the roar of an engine followed.

"Seth, what's wrong?" I asked, staring at the scissors. Great, now that I had heard his panicked voice, much to what it would sound like if he found out I had let him down, I wasn't going to be able to do this. I was shaky with the pain that was radiating through my chests. I wanted to get it out somehow.

"What are you doing?" He pressed, his voice hard. He acted like he knew what I was doing. I grabbed the scissors and slipped it back into the drawer as though he could see me. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." I said, giving a shaky laugh. "What's wrong Seth?"

"I-I...you wanna hand out with me? Just us two. Please." He begged, his voice a heart breakin plee. What was wrong with him?

"I-sure." I stuttered, caught of guard by his plees. He sighed loudly, his truck engine roaring louder.

"I'll be there in ten minutes." He stated, hanging up. I was shocked.

"Bye." I whispered.

A bang came on the door, making me jump again. "Jolene Taylor Summers get out here now." My mother screeched, banging on the door again.

"Fuck off." I shouted back. The banging stopped, and I could picture my mother's shocked face and her body frozen. I smiled.

"Get your ass out here. I won't have your horrible attitude ruining my day with your dad." She hissed, shaking the door knob. My dad, daddy dearest, Trevor fucking can do no wrong Summers. Her precious husband.

I stood, snapping the door open. My mother smiled triumphantly, reveling in the fact that she had ordered me around and I had followed. "I hope you and dad have a fucking horrible time. And ya know what? Tell him I hope those rumors about child molesters getting killed is true."

I shoved around her, leaving her shocked. A horn honked outside the house. I grabbed my coat, heading toward the door when a tiny hand grabbed my arm. I turned looking down at Alisa's tear filled eyes. God I had forgotten her being there. "Sweetie..." I whispered, smoothing back her hair.

"I don't like when you and mommy fight." She sniffed. I grabbed her up, hugging her to me.

"I'm sorry 'Lisa." I sighed, rubbing her back gently. "Come with me and Seth." I said, smiling at her slightly. She sniffed again, rubbing her sleeve on his nose.

"Can we go see Alice?" She asked, her eyes lighting up.

"We'll see. She might be busy." I said gently, as Seth honked again. I went out, watching as his whole face became relaxed as he saw me. Like he had been antsy with me not around. Seth was so strange, but I liked him.

"Hey." He smiled. I grinned at him, scooting over to sit right next to him and setting Alisa on the other side. He glanced at her giving her a smile, but still looked curious.

"Me and my mom had a fight... and she was crying." I whispered, as Alisa glanced at the two of us. Seth understood the love I had for my sister, and how protective I was of her. She came before everything. He gave a grin, leaning over and smiling at Alisa.

"You gonna hand out with us cool kids?" Seth grinned. Alisa smiled nodding.

"I'm cool. Your weird." She giggled, watching as Seth gasped in fake hurt.

"Fine, I was gonna get you some ice cream but fine...." he sighed, shaking his head. I giggled. I liked that he was good with my sister. Alisa had mentioned the night she met him that she liked him. I believe the word awesome was used.

"Ice cream!" Alisa smiled, boucning instantly. "Sorry Seth. You're the best cool kid!" She smiled. He grinned looking over at me.

"Wow, you're just like Jolene." He grinned, laughing at me. I gave a forced smile, laughing with him.

God I hoped she was never like me.

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We got ice cream like Seth had promised and we ended up going to the beach. Alisa ran toward the waves, laughing as she went. I giggled, watching her as me and Seth sat ourselves down on a log so we could watch her. He grabbed my hand, staring out at Alisa still as though nothing had happened. I blushed wondering what we looked like to people watching us. Probably like a couple. Somehow that didn't bother me.

"So," Seth started, "what happened with your mom?" Here we go.

"Where to begin." I laughed, trying to play it off. Of course he didn't buy it. "She went to visit my dad, and we got into this big then when I told her I hoped he died in prison." I said bitterly, squeezing his hand as my hand clenched. He sighed, shaking his head.

"She's... I can't beleive she would stay with him." He growled, his hand shaking in mine. "You deserve better than that." He stared down at me, his eyes intense again. He wrapped his arm around my waist and to my surprise he pulled me close to his side and kissing the top of my head. I blushed red, shaking in his grasp. How did he do this stuff to me? "I'm sure Esme would take you if you wanted. She loves you two."

I grinned at that. "I wouldn't mind that." I sighed. We sat in and embrace for a while and it seemed so natural that I forgot about it. Alisa pointed it out though when she bounded toward us, a smile on her face as she was half wet.

"Seth and Jolene sitting in a tree-" she started before I covered her mouth and then tickled her with the other. She squealed and squirmed with laughter.

"You're silly you know that?" I smiled, staring at her. She giggled sticking her tounge out. "I'm gonna grab that next time." I giggled. She smiled keeping her mouth shut tightly.

All three of us hung out for the rest of the day. It was one of the best days I'd had here. Seth was amazing with Alisa, keeping her entertained and making her laugh over and over again. We had to go back home eventually though, and it sucked. Mom was back, which braced me for a fight. Seth saw her car too, as he glanced at me worriedly.

"I'll be fine. I always am right?" I sighed, giving him the best smile I could. He nodded, his face looking upset at having to leave me here. He leaned over, kissing me gently on the forehead.

"I'll call later." He promised, his hand running lightly down my hand.

"Kay..." I sighed. "Wish me luck." I smiled, turning and heading into the house with Alisa. Alisa frowned at me, looking upset. "It's fine sweetie." I assured her, giving her the best smile I could.

My mom was in the kitchen when I got back, but she was bustling around so much she didn't even see us. Alisa looked confused, she seemed to think there would automatically be a fight. "Mommy." Alisa said, moving toward mom. Mom turned around, a big smile on her face.

"Hello love." She cooed, grabbing up Alisa. She hadn't done that since Alisa was old enough to walk. She kissed Alisa's cheek, making her giggle and look extremely happy. Now I was worried. What did dad finally tell her he loved her over the little kids?

"What's going on?" I asked cautiously. My mother smiled at me too, forgetting our argument earlier.

"It's the best news ever." She sang, swinging Alisa around gently. Alisa giggled again looking at me happily. She frowned at my worried expression, not understanding that whatever had our mother in a good mood was not a good thing.

"Like what?" I prompted. She smiled, setting Alisa down and pulling a sheet of paper from her purse.

"You're father made parole." She breathed happily waving the paper around. "He's coming home!"

"He's coming home!"

Coming home.

Home.

He was coming back. The lion was finally coming back to finish off it's prey. They were letting him out, letting him come back to finish me off. They had promised me several more years of safety and they had ripped it out from underneath me. They were letting out a sick perverted bastard back into the world to go after little innocent children.

Little innocent children. Alisa. She was his perfect type. Her bright blue eyes, and her full little red lips. He was just waiting to jump someone like her. I didn't have to see him look at her to know that. Oh god.

Oh god.

Oh FUCK!

I felt my knees shake as my mom continued smiling and reading over the paper for what was probably the millionth time. I felt bile rise in my throats and the urge to run far away with Alisa. But I settled for running to the bathroom, slamming the door and throwing up loudly. I coughed, shaking violently.

Release.

I needed my release.

Fuck Seth and his promise.

None of it mattered anymore.

Nothing mattered anymore because my father was coming back. He was coming back and he was going to kill me from the inside out again.

I locked the door, grabbing the scissors immediately. I didn't hesitate this time, just dug in and ripped open my skin. The release I had wanted didn't come this time, as the blood bubbled up and ran down my pale skin. My phone went off, but I ignored it. I needed the release. I dug in again, running over my skin again, and then again and then again.

I shook as I felt fuzzy and dizzy suddenly. I had lost too much blood. I grabbed a towel, pressing down on the cuts. My phone went off again, and then again. I laid my head back against the wall staring down at the blood drops on the tile. My blood.

I was going to die. He was going to kill me this time.

I felt the bile rise in my throat again as I puked into the toilet again, slumping against the tub.

I would welcome death openly if it meant getting away from him. I could do it now. I could take the scissors and slit open my wrists right here and now.

No, I couldn't leave sweet Alisa. Or loving Seth.

What was I going to do?

How was I going to survive?

I didn't know, and that scared me worse than anything.

There you go. Sorry for the graphic imagining. Hope you enjoy and review please.

Peace loves.